Friday, 18 July 2014

'Faster, Faster', (Shifting Gear).




Willys Dragster


I’m conscious there haven’t been too many posts on here about my own artwork for a while.  Although work continues, progress has been slow and I’ve been feeling a bit bogged down and uninspired generally, not just in terms of my art, for a few weeks now.  The school Summer holidays are here now, bringing the luxury of unbroken, usable time, but I’ve decided to shake things up by deliberately doing some non, (or only tangentially) art-related stuff with my Summer alongside the obvious attempts to get on with the painting.


1957 Chevrolet Bel Air, Gasser Dragster


I wasted a lot of last year’s holiday really, then felt frustrated afterwards, so this year my intention is to avoid getting too intense about it all again by leavening the mix of my activities generally.  Whilst individual pieces can always cause dissatisfaction, I’m not too unhappy with the general thrust of my work, so the theory is that, if I’m feeling a little more stimulated and mentally refreshed overall, the painting will start to inspire me a bit more too.  Thinking about it, it may not even be the root problem at all.


The Finish Line


Thus, I found myself at Santa Pod Raceway in Northamptonshire to watch some Drag Racing the other day, - something that’s well outside my comfort zone of customary activities, and all the more enjoyable for that very reason.  So why am I telling you about it?  I guess, because it just reveals that, however deliberately outside the gallery or ‘studio’ I may put myself, I always end up experiencing most things through the filter of sensory stimuli, and relishing the essential strangeness and excitement of a new situation as an abstract mélange of sights, sounds, smells, and related sensations.  Essentially, that’s where being an artist really starts for me, and I love the fact that I can see pretty much anything in those terms, whatever category of activity or scale of spectacle it may represent.


Funny Car Dragster Supercharger
Willys Dragster Supercharger


Anyway, enough philosophy.  Regular readers will have noticed that, whilst hardly a petrol head, (just the opposite in many respects), I have a vestigial interest in slightly unusual vehicles, inherited from my late father’s love of all things mechanical, and vintage vehicles in particular.  This inevitably rubbed off on me, and often being drawn to the alternative or extreme, my particular adolescent enthusiasm was for hot rods and dragsters.  My interest centred far more on the aesthetics of it all than on the nuts and bolts, and the bizarre stylistic conventions of that scene allowed my imagination full range.  All this coincided with the 1970’s, - a period when it seemed perfectly natural to build a car that resembled a cartoon as much as possible, (it’s kitsch on wheels, essentially).  ‘Whacky Races’, Hot Wheels toys, Revel model kits and ‘Custom Car’ magazine were very much part of the zeitgeist for me at an impressionable age.



1932 Ford Tudor Sedan With Period Trailer.
1956 Chevrolet Bel Air


As another birthday approaches, and I move deeper into my fifties, I’ve started to list things that I’ve meant to do but just never got round to.  I think of it more as a ‘walking stick list’ than a ‘bucket list’, but either way it’s just a reminder to myself to avoid excessive routine and to keep enjoying new experiences while they’re still achievable.  Going to the drag racing, for old time’s sake if nothing else, was an easily realised item, and I enjoyed every minute.  The event in question was Santa Pod’s annual ‘Dragstalgia’ weekend, when older vehicles on the scene come together to recapture something of the 70’s golden age, (not just for me then, it seems).  When I realised that the venue was only just over an hour’s drive away, it seemed too good an opportunity to miss.  The fact that several of the drivers piloting their potential death traps down the strip were apparently of pensionable age helped to put my list into context too.  You can pay for a ride in a two-seater dragster at Santa Pod, - I wonder…?



Slingshot Dragster Reversing On To Start Line


For those unfamiliar with the sport, Dragster Racing involves accelerating ludicrously over-powered cars in a straight line, traditionally for a quarter-mile, in as short a time as possible.  Whilst two hopefully well-matched cars race alongside each other, the real competition is against the clock, with vehicles in a particular class returning to the strip repeatedly on an elimination basis, until the fastest is decided upon.  Competition classes relate to differing technical specs and the fuel used, (Methanol and Nitro Methane generally yielding higher performance than straightforward Gasoline).



Slingshot Dragster Reversing On To Start Line


The cars vary from the narrow, elongated and purely functional ‘slingshot’ or ‘rail’ forms, through bizarre, distorted mutations of something vaguely recognisable as a traditional car, to those not too far removed from regular production vehicles, (often termed ‘Door Slammers’).  There’s an appreciation of the retro and the incongruous, and flamboyant paint jobs, featuring flames, stripes and lurid signwriting, are de rigeur.  Rear wheels are massive, whilst front wheels can be minimal, (handling’s not really the issue here).  The preferred power source is a massively over-tuned American V8 engine, with short, open exhausts, and possibly, a huge supercharger with gaping air intake, mounted on top.  Ideally, the reimagined engine should be exposed, or too large for any bodywork to enclose, resulting in a very public display of ‘mines bigger than yours’ machismo.


Competition Altered Dragster, All The Way From Germany
Funny Car Dragster


If this all sounds pretty juvenile, I’d say yes, - gloriously so.  There’s a kind of cheerful numbscullery about the attempt to squeeze almost unimaginable amounts of power from relatively traditional technology, to the point where steering the thing in a straight line for a few seconds is a major achievement.  American automotive engineering is traditionally about ironmongery and sheer muscle as much as sophistication or anything distracting, like turning corners.  Drag racing is, I guess, the epitome of that.


1960s Slingshot Dragster Engine


Reason has very little to do with it and spectacle is all.  The deafening racket and seismic impact of an unsilenced, high-revving V8 must be experienced to be believed, and flaming exhausts and massive clouds of smoke are routine.  The wheel spinning ‘burnouts’ undertaken to soften tires for improved traction are an important part of the ritual and acquire an added dimension when performed in deliberately ignited puddles of petrol!  There can be no justification for any of this on environmental grounds, of course, but the carbon footprint of a season’s racing in the name of a little entertaining release, is probably a fraction of that, globally, of routine air travel or the reluctant daily commute.



1939 Ford Pickup
Two Willys Hoods With Air Intakes


Watching a seemingly endless procession of vehicles, each running in a straight line for a few seconds, might sound like it would quickly lose its novelty, but I found it enduringly entertaining and strangely hypnotic.  Without a long lens, and with many vehicles achieving speeds nearing 200 mph, I found it hard to capture the action very well in my photos, but luckily, there are already several YouTube videos giving a better impression of the specific event.







In fact, my best images from the day were collected whilst walking amongst the competitors’ pits and the Hot Rods and Custom Cars in the ‘Show & Shine’ display.  I’ve mentioned before, my fascination with the aesthetic mannerisms and attention to detail exhibited in such vehicles, and many such styles were represented, from artfully contrived junk-yard chic, to the sleek, contemporary contours of a shimmering tangerine 34 Ford Coupe.


VW Microbus Rat Rod
Rat Rod Pickup
1957 Chevrolet Bel Air & 1939 Ford Pickups
1934 Ford Coupe
1959 Cadilliac Eldorado Tail Fins


What really cheered me most about the day was probably the laid-back, communal atmosphere of the whole event.  It was pleasingly possible to explore the pit area and examine at close quarters the very vehicles that had been breathing fire and making the earth shake just minutes earlier.  There’s something thrilling about stepping to one side to allow a crackling, polychromatic monster, capable of releasing horsepower in the thousands, to casually trundle past.



1956 Chevrolet Bel Air, Rat Gasser Dragster
1932 Ford Model B Roadster


A grounded blue-collar vibe prevailed, with none of the exclusivity and restricted access one would expect at many sporting events. The small encampments around each vehicle were as much relaxed family gathering as intense racing team.  The cars often undergo extensive mechanical re-fettling between runs, but as many people were simply hanging out and amiably shooting the breeze, as wielding spanners.  I often enjoy witnessing the tribal rituals of a particular subculture and, on limited acquaintance; I’d say the Nostalgia Drag Racing fraternity resembles a cheery, generous-spirited constituency.  Certainly, I was struck by the contrast between their down to earth demeanour, and the power-worship and potentially life-threatening feats being performed just metres away.



'Gas Attack', Ford Anglia Dragster


My few hours at the Drags were a world away from my regular beat of galleries and solitary artistic activity, and all the more refreshing for that.  In reality, of course, the kitsch tropes and Rock ‘n’ Roll aspects of Hot Rod culture have intrigued plenty of Pop and post-Pop artists over the years.  I’m left with memories of painted flames, burning rubber, (and a distinct ringing in the ears); but also with thoughts of Richard Prince’s found Muscle Car body sculptures, the Pop Paintings of Peter Phillips and the auto-fetishistic Photorealism of Peter Maier.  Mostly though, I’m left with the pleasure of having witnessed something taken to excess for the sheer fun of it.



Richard Prince, 'Second Place (Oak Hill, Preston Hollow, Canal Zone,
Haight-Ashbury)', 
GRP, Body Filler, Acrylic, Plywood, 2003-04

Peter Phillips, 'Art-O-Matic Cudacutie', Oil On Canvas, 1972

Peter Maier, 'Jaws', DuPont Cromax AT On Aluminium, 2009-10









Sunday, 6 July 2014

Recurring Motifs




Certain motifs just seem to keep cropping up at the moment.  One is abandoned cycle parts.


East Leicester, July 2014

Another is blind windows.


East Leicester, July 2014

East Leicester, July 2014

East Leicester, July 2014

And then, there are always yellow things.  I never tire of these bright, primary interventions in the urban landscape.


North Leicester, July 2014

North Leicester, July 2014

In this case, despite the presence of texts, colour, and the inevitable evidence of entropic processes, it's really formal geometry that unites these images.  I suppose I should be wary of sinking too deeply into a predictable comfort zone, and my resort to familiar visual themes may be due to my feeling a bit uninspired right now.  In mitigation though, they usually find me.  I try not to go actively looking for these things and the connections often emerge as I collate the downloaded photos. 





Wednesday, 2 July 2014

The City Gives And Takes




It's a cycle of production and re-consumption.



North Leicester, July 2014


Dan Perfect & Fiona Rae In Conversation At Nottingham Castle



Fiona Rae & Dan Perfect


Four posts about one exhibition is probably a lot, even by my somewhat verbose standards, so I promise, this is the last.  Either way, I recently found myself back at the ‘Painter, Painter: Dan Perfect, Fiona Rae’ exhibition at Nottingham Castle Museum & Art Gallery again, specifically to hear both artists discuss their work in person.  It was too good an opportunity to miss, particularly as I was in Nottingham for social reasons anyway.  In fact, I’d have travelled over for it anyway.




The event itself was well attended and both enjoyable and revealing, despite surprisingly stuffy conditions and difficult acoustics in the high-ceilinged Long Gallery.  Perfect and Rae talked engagingly with their interviewer before answering a number of public questions which, thankfully, were pretty intelligent overall.  The repeated exhortations to purchase signed catalogues became a little wearing after a while, but it would be foolish to pretend all this stuff happens for free and, as already mentioned, the catalogue for this show has actually been rather good value.


Paintings By Fiona Rae



Along with various interesting technical insights, the discussion also confirmed several of my own ideas about Dan and Fiona's work.  There were also several points that hadn’t really occurred to me.  Amongst these was Perfect’s stress on the importance of the body as an issue in his paintings.  I had seen them as predominantly environmental but, as he reminded us, much of the mid-twentieth century abstraction that influences his work was about the relationship of the painted mark to the moving body, (Jackson Pollock being the obvious example).


Dan Perfect, 'Generator' (Detail), Oil & Acrylic On Linen, 2012


The contrast between the horizontal emphasis of Dan’s canvases and Fiona’s general preference for the portrait format was also raised.  It’s a fairly obvious observation, but one I had overlooked, and I was interested by his reference to the cinema screen.  Indeed, he used cinematic metaphors more than once during the discussion.  The idea was also raised that the vertical emphasis allows Rae’s paintings to exploit certain ideas about ‘authority’.  Beyond the formal aspects of this, she seemed more than happy to embrace this as a general principle.


Fiona Rae & Dan Perfect


Both artists acknowledged the part played in their work by digital manipulation, although Rae again stressed her only real interest is as a tool for establishing colour schemes.  Both also noted that today it’s really just another tool available to the artist, and one that younger practitioners might think unworthy of comment.  I still maintain there is something intrinsically of the cyber-age in all these paintings, beyond mere practicalities, but perhaps It’s just taken as read in much contemporary painting, and less conscious than I had imagined.


Dan & Fiona Carry Out Their Inevitable Catalogue Signing Duties



Understandably, given their domestic arrangements, and the similar artistic territory they occupy, both artists were keen to underline the distinctions between their respective oeuvres.  Indeed, it’s fair to say there are at least as many of those as there are similarities.  Certainly, the discussion reinforced the idea of a conversation between two individuals that pervades the show as a whole.  It was amusing to see that this dialogue is not wholly without its tensions or disagreements as must be any healthy relationship between equals must be, whether artistic or domestic.  Both were adamant that they had no desire to work collaboratively, (Fiona was particularly firm on this).




Whilst the role of preparatory drawing and digital translation in Perfect’s process was already pretty clear, it was interesting to hear Rae confirm that, as I’d suspected, her own process is largely improvisational, and that each image may obscure a number of earlier attempts.  The idea of a group of canvases as sequential of glimpses of what a painting might be interested me, particularly given the stumbling progress and possible over-analysis of my own paintings of late.


Fiona Rae, 'See Your World' (Detail), Oil & Acrylic On Canvas


This essentially Jazz method, along with her stated willingness to throw pretty much anything into the mix, (in terms of cultural or painterly reference points), reinforces my view that, despite my genuine pleasure in discovering Perfect’s work in this show, Rae is probably the greater risk taker or more ‘out there’ of the two artists.  The Pop sensibility in her work was also mentioned, and it was delightful to discover that stimulation for her paintings has derived from sources as diverse as Bond Street shop window displays, ‘Krazy Kat’ cartoons or a Spice Girls music video.  It was also illuminating to hear her admit she may not always actually ‘like’ some of her more kitsch components, proving that the injection of a little sand into the oyster is a very useful strategy, creatively speaking.


Fiona Rae, 'Mixing Feeling And Time' (Detail), Oil & Acrylic
On Canvas


It’s clear that neither artist is adverse to the idea of art practice existing within an intellectual framework, but that both see this as something that might emerge after the fact of painting, rather than as an a priori condition from which the work must be generated.  Most of my potential questions were answered in the course of the discussion.  However, in connection with this, I regret not asking Fiona if her introduction of a stereotypically feminine aesthetic into the traditionally macho pursuit of abstract painting, might be a knowing response to the Feminist accounts of Art that gained increasing currency during her (and my) student years.


Dan Perfect, 'Transporter' (Detail), Oil & Acrylic On Linen


For the record, the main ‘issue’ from that period she (and Perfect), seemed happy to embody was the project of discovering how, (rather than if), painting might continue to be relevant in a multi platform culture [2.]. The relevance of this is occasionally questioned, even now, by the blinkered or historically linear.  Above all, it is this commitment to, (and retooling of), the medium, along with their willingness to speak about it without obfuscation, which makes Dan Perfect and Fiona Rae exactly the kind of painters we need around at the moment.






‘Painter, Painter: Dan Perfect, Fiona Rae’ continues until 6 July at Nottingham Castle Museum & Art Gallery, Castle Place, Nottingham NG1 6EL.  You’ve still got time, (just), and I certainly recommend it.




[1.]:  ‘Painter, Painter: Dan Perfect, Fiona Rae’ (Exhibition Catalogue), Nottingham, Nottingham Castle Museums & Art Galleries, 2014.

[2.]:  The enthusiasm both artists expressed for complexity and multiple relationships within their work must surely reflect this, even if my own theories about parallel digital dimensions are a bit over-egged.




Sunday, 22 June 2014

Love On The Street



In The City...



Southwark, London, 2010


...You May Find Love...



Leicester, 2012



...Where You Least Expect It.