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    Bloomberg Commission: Goshka Macuga: The Nature of the Beast, 2009

Bloomberg Commission: Goshka Macuga: The Nature of the Beast, 2009

Is all art (politically) useless?

Modern Moral Matters (Serpentine Gallery, London, 2010) is a brand new survey show of Richard Hamilton’s pop-political paintings and collages, including portraits of a ‘grinning, inane’ Tony Blair and the Israeli Nobel peace prize nominee Mordechai Vanunu. The Guardian’s Adrian Searle views Hamilton as deliberately ‘smug’, probing contemporary art’s ineffectiveness in the face of war, lies and terrorism. But to what end? In dire political situations shouldn’t we replace self-conscious pondering with concrete action…

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IMAGE CREDIT: Gavin Jackson

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Goshka Macuga: The Nature of the Beast, Whitechapel Gallery

Goshka Macuga The Nature of the Beast

Goshka Macuga 'The Nature of the Beast'

The Bloomberg Commission: Goshka Macuga, The Nature of the Beast, 5th April 2009 – 4th April 2010, Whitechapel Gallery, London

Artist Goshka Macuga uses art history as a springboard to consider global, political and ethical themes. Drawing upon archival research alongside significant visual artefacts she weaves complex, interlocking stories, allowing gallery visitors to explore, learn and make decisions, each at their own pace. For this exhibition, Macuga’s achievement is to procure the Guernica Tapestry – a woven replica of Picasso’s iconic anti-War painting – from its home at the United Nations Headquarters in New York. Hanging across the gallery’s back wall, as back-drop to the tapestry, is a rippling blue curtain. After sifting through information provided by the artist on the tapestry’s history, we are reminded of the controversial covering of the piece with a similar drape, after it was deemed too contentious to be associated with the UN during the invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan.

After this initial shock, attention is drawn to unassuming and individual protest, perhaps offering methods of hope and resistance. Norman King’s 1938 photo-collages were stand-out works, presented alongside a plethora of other Whitechapel archival finds inside a beautifully constructed round-table display case. King, a left-wing political candidate and union organiser during the 1930s, produced delicate collages with tough messages, for example one involving a paper composition of workers’ united fists.

Indeed, the exhibition as a whole, though installed in part in the manner of a boardroom (complete with soft leather chairs and an angry Colin Powell bust) and in part as an orderly archival display, might be best understood as a kind of collage or montage. Perhaps adapting the strategies of disturbing Surrealist photo-montage and assemblage, designed in the aftermath of World War One to disrupt and expose conventions and to unearth strange desires, Macuga sees her work as somewhat journalistic, ‘calling into question not only how information is mediated, translated or even censored but also the veracity of information we are fed.’ The artist’s mixed media approach, utilising film, sculpture, text, found objects and audience participation (gallery visitors are invited to hold meetings around the round-table display case) certainly provides scope for considered thought and debate, as well as provocation to be more politically aware, critical and active.

An excellent newspaper-format publication, stacked neatly by the main entrance to the exhibition space, reprints a 1939 newspaper article outlining Picasso’s artistic and political credentials for an East London, left-wing audience, as well as providing the full text of Colin Powell’s now-discredited ‘Weapons of Mass Destruction’ presentation to the UN Security Council in 2003. Exiting the exhibition on this note, however, leaves this reviewer more than a little uncomfortable. While Macuga might encourage us to develop our critical faculties, engage in debate, and get out there and demonstrate, the question of our current individual (or even collective) political effectiveness – like the effectiveness of Guernica itself – is left unanswered.

IMAGE CREDIT: Bloomberg Commission: Goshka Macuga: The Nature of the Beast, 2009 Photo: Patrick Lears

For more information visit the Whitechapel Gallery

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Short Story: ‘Pottery Class’

In our classroom there are tall wooden tables and we sit on high stools. Our stools have red, blue and yellow plastic seats, vacuum formed to fit our behinds, and sometimes the rivets on the side come loose because we get bored and fiddle with them, and someone falls through and gets stuck and their stool topples over. Then about half the class laughs, and the rest of us, we’re just glad to be still sitting upright and unnoticed.

Once Gavin MacNeilly snuck into the big damp cupboard where Mr Parks keeps the clay. The clay cupboard has shelves on the inside and the outside and it is usually locked so that none of us steals clay, glass, glazes, rolling pins, bakelite knives, rubber kidneys (that we use for smoothing our pots before they get fired) or wooden boards. Gavin MacNeilly said there are big plastic tubs of slip – white slip, red slip, grey slip – ready mixed up with white labels, but nobody would want to steal slip, that’s what I thought. It would run all over your hands, drip between your fingers onto the floor, you would be like Lady Macbeth in lunchtime drama class, sludgy, sticky, guilty hands. And what use is slip anyway, except in pottery class.

Behind two stacks of boards in the cupboard is a lemonade bottle with the top cut off. It is used to store swirly, shiny marbles and sometimes Mr Parks brings it out onto his desk and doles them out like mint humbugs. The little spheres of glass all catch the light differently and we are sometimes allowed to roll them across wet tablets of clay to make squiggly tracks that we can fill in with different glazes. We dip stubby brushes into special oven baking paints with names like ‘light honey-pewter’ and ‘speckled berry’ and we have to make sure that all the glazes we choose will fix at the same temperature. They all look the same when you paint them on, so you have to be careful not to let them bleed into each other. Then when they come out of the kiln, after something like a two thousand degree chemical reaction, they are distinct and glossy.

The quiet girl of the class, Sarah Dover, was the one who cut the lemonade bottle with a Stanley blade, making it into a container, and she wrote the labels for the slip jars. She’s the only one in our class who Mr Parks lets use real knives and marker pens. She did ten pages of pot designs in her sketchbook on the theme of getting old – long, thin, saggy coil pots and crinkled pinch pots. She drew her grandad’s wrinkled face and his chicken skin neck and she dried out orange peel until it shriveled up and brought it to show everyone in a washed out margarine carton. She thinks of cool things to do, like press the brittle brown-yellow skin right into her rolled out piece of clay, to make bobbly, creased patterns when she prises it off again. She concentrates so hard on it, her hands go white and she presses her knees together on her stool which has a red seat.

Gavin MacNeilly told me he saw Katy Liver’s knickers in the clay cupboard, and he kissed her bottom lip too. Mr Parks was trying to teach us how to get all the air out of the clay by bashing it hard with a rolling pin. There was so much noise going on, tough squelching and sucking of everyone’s grey mud cakes. Slap, squeeze, thud and sharp intakes of breath every time someone rolling pinned their own fingers. I was trying to listen above the racket to Mr Parks explaining why the tiny bubbles have to be popped out before we can start making our pots, but all I could think of was Sarah Dover, her white, careful hands, and how I would love to kiss them.

I cut open my clay to check for air bubbles, counted at least twenty, and got back to pounding for another minute or so. Sarah Dover’s hands were powdered with pale grey dust from her rolling pin. Just one, just one of her white hands, just one finger, one thumb.

‘Sarah,’ I whispered after some more clay bashing, ‘Sarah, could you help me for a second. I had an idea for a pot.’ She looked over. I shuffled my stool a bit nearer, ‘I’m doing a project on fingerprints, right, and I want to have your fingerprints. On my pot, you know.’

‘I don’t know,’ Sarah Dover whispered back. She sounded a bit scared. ‘I don’t know, it’s supposed to be all your own work, isn’t it? It’s probably not allowed.’

I waved my hand to get Mr Parks’ attention. ‘Sir, sir, I had an idea for a pot. I want to get people’s fingerprints, sir.’ Mr Parks made an irritated sigh that sounded something like ‘get on with it then.’ I looked back at Sarah Dover, ‘See, it’s fine. Will you help me?’

‘Oh, go on then, but I have a lot to do myself mind.’

She edged her stool around the corner of the table until she was sitting opposite me. ‘Here,’ I said, ‘put your first fingerprint here.’ Sarah Dover pressed one white finger into my clay and released it leaving faint looped marks like the pattern of worms in wet sand. ‘Do your middle finger as well.’ She found another spot and made another worm pattern. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t lean forward and kiss her thumb as it shyly descended and ascended, nor her little finger, nor her index finger, nor any of the fingers on her right hand. Then there were no fingers left and Sarah Dover quietly dragged her stool back to her own table and began again twisting orange peel into curly shapes.

This piece was first published in super Edinburgh-based Read This Magazine

IMAGE CREDIT: Jay Ballanger

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Northern Art Prize: Leeds Art Gallery, review at White Hot Magazine

Northern Art Prize, Leeds Art Gallery, 27 November 2009 - 21 February 2010
Shortlisted artists: Pavel Bϋchler, Nick Crowe and Ian Rawlinson, Rachel Goodyear, Matt Stokes

Rosalind Krauss’s two-part essay ‘Notes on the Index: Seventies Art in America’ (1977) argues convincingly that the art of that period was deeply, and not altogether consciously, conditioned by photography’s ‘implacable hold’. Rooms, the 1976 inaugural exhibition at New York’s P.S.1., is her now-famous example of this. Featuring works such as Gordon Matta Clark’s Doors, Floors, Doors (cut-outs from the building’s structure) and Lucio Pozzi’s P.S.1 Paint (abstract paintings colour-matched to original paint on the derelict walls), Rooms provided evidence of cropping, reduction, flattening, and the ‘point-to-point’ physical connections of indexicality. The 2009 Northern Art Prize’s shortlisted artists each present work that is structured, above all, photographically, demonstrating that this medium’s grip on the contemporary imagination has not loosened over the past three decades.

Pavel Bϋchler is the most experienced of the shortlisted artists. Informed by critical theory of photography, he has, for part of his multifaceted installation, taken mundane found objects – balls of many sizes and states of repair: a football, pool ball (no. 10), tiny bouncing ball and an even tinier transparent plastic sphere – and wedged them between lens and light source in an arrangement of Leitz projectors. The resulting overlapped circles of light are starkly poetic, but it is difficult to decode them or to move beyond the visual to the social content of the found objects. The flatness of the projected image is an understated counterpoint to the banks of bulky apparatus required to produce it. A small, playful piece, Il Castello (2007), places together two worn-down pencils positioned vertically, like two towers. What is left of the embossed brand names reads, from right to left, ‘Castell-O’, Italian for castle. This is an extremely economical architectural model. Both of these works operate within the territory of the index: in Eclipse light is physically oriented; the pencils perhaps refer to ‘work’ or even ‘handiwork’, having been physically depleted during the completion of an unknown task.

Rachel Goodyear’s drawings are usually understood as occupying a gap between fiction and reality; they have been written about in terms of the uncanny and the fairy-tale. But here they seem to continue the exhibition’s trend toward the photographic, with allusions to fashion photography’s darker side made via formal flatness and scaled-down dimensions. Many of Goodyear’s animal images, in particular, appear to have been clipped from National Geographic and Photoshopped into strange new arrangements. Stark distinctions between dark and light areas suggest the effects of a flash; in Darkness Coming (2008) the female subject’s bodily outline contrasts sharply with the rest of her flesh. In the beautiful and haunting Mating Call (2009), a graphite deer with pure white (flash-blinded?) eyes participates in indexicality. Hovering above the creature is a crystalline-frozen cloud, its breath: an index of its own bodily vitality. The artist’s distinctive touch in the pencil rendering might similarly index her own body

Both the duo Crow & Rawlinson and Matt Stokes work directly with film and video. Stokes, the Becks Futures 2006 winner, seems intent on reinforcing his ‘hot young artist’ status by producing a fairly traditional but glamorous film that allows gallery visitors to vicariously experience mosh-pit sweatiness. Shot in anthropological-documentary style on 16mm film, the cinematic big-screen installation, complete with an extremely noisy noise-rock soundtrack, promises a glimpse into the life-shaping intensity of subculture community. Though the film does not deliver the artistic or intellectual impact of some of Stokes’ earlier works, for example The Gainsborough Packet, it seems appropriate to predict a career in Hollywood or MTV for this film-maker. Crow & Rawlinson make more use of film’s potential as vehicle for thoughtful juxtapositions. The unassuming but powerful film Two Eternal Flames was the show’s standout piece for this reviewer. It draws upon classical and sacred myths, bringing together (via projection) torches burning in two distinct locations in Miami, USA: one represents US friendship with its neighbours, the other commemorates invasion. In an interesting move, another of the duo’s video works is displayed in a temporary booth centred in a space filled with selections from the Gallery’s paintings collection. The possible relationships between their four-screen work The Four Horsemen – Death (2009), a compelling piece that exploits the manipulative power of Photoshop-style digital editing, and the salon-style gallery hang are worth musing over.

Significantly, the Prize’s director Pippa Hale does not claim that the artists selected represent the best working in the North this year, let alone in the country. She prefers to characterize the exhibition - with another photographic reference - as ‘a snapshot of the sorts of artists that are practicing here’. While this is an honest acknowledgement of the subjectivity and, perhaps partisan, preconceptions involved in judging contemporary art, it does seem to downplay the value of the work on display as being less than exceptional, reinforcing an outmoded view of the North as culturally inferior to Southern or European cities. This ‘snapshot’ approach (a snapshot being defined by the Oxford English Dictionary as ‘an informal photograph, taken quickly’) is of course an established visual art strategy. Sean McCrum, in his 1991 article ‘Snapshot Photography’, considers the inclusivity of this particular form, noting that ‘the receiver’s view is as creative and subjective in its construction of an image, as its maker’s’. And perhaps this is, after all, a valuable quality of the Northern Art Prize: a reflection and celebration of the supportive environment that exists for the arts in the North, rather than a reductive isolation of stars.

Postscript: If you do make it along to the show, spare some time for the much talked about the Victorian designed Tiled Hall gallery café.

Review now live at White Hot Magazine

For more information see The Northern Art Prize and Leeds Art Gallery

Compare and contrast? Other Northern Art Prize reviews: Guardian, Art Review, Culture24

PHOTO CREDIT: Pavel Buchler, Eclipse, 2009; Mixed Media; dimensions variable; Installation detail; Courtesy Leeds Art Gallery

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Art History Notes: Briony Fer ‘Studioworks’ Lecture Critique

Lecture critique: Briony Fer, Studiowork, 22 October 2009 at the Fruitmarket Gallery, Edinburgh

Briony Fer’s lecture takes place in the Fruitmarket Gallery’s upstairs space, in which several of Eva Hesse’s never-before-exhibited (nor intended by the artist to be exhibited) paper, wire and rubber test-pieces are on display without the protective cases or rope barriers normally associated with the artist’s fragile works. Fer weaves two main issues together: firstly, her primary impulse in researching Hesse’s test pieces, to question the status of these objects and the terms in which they have been assimilated into art historical discourse; secondly, to discuss her curatorial choice to show these ‘studioworks’, her term of choice, in a contemporary gallery rather than in a museum.

Her argument, that the works do count as ‘the thinnest art’ by ‘the narrowest of margins’, likened by Fer to fragments of Elizabeth Bishop’s writing, that ‘barely counted as poetry’, relies upon wide-ranging and sometimes disparate-seeming evidence. This includes careful visual and technical description of Hesse’s works and working processes (stitching, folding, to make interesting spatial formations), to demonstrate that the studioworks are as formally and technically complex as canonical Hesse sculptures. Theoretically, she draws upon Bataille’s ‘base materialism’ and Catherine de Zegher’s research on relationships between drawings and objects, suggesting the studioworks are closer to being drawings than sculptures.

Comparison to the work of Hesse’s contemporaries, such as Bochner, and to the recent art of Orozco brings up issues of failure and awkwardness in the status of the studioworks, and leads to discussions of their original display conditions, documented in 1960s studio photographs. Structurally, the lecture is an example of ‘starburst’ thinking, producing a range of ideas, theories and examples around the studioworks, rather than each new concept necessarily linking to and informing subsequent points. Stylistically, Fer’s acute sensitivity towards language is evident, in word-play around multiple meanings of ‘testing’, ‘work’ and ‘mess’.

This critique will address the significance of Fer’s lecture in three ways. Firstly, by looking at her curatorial response to Hesse’s test-pieces in the light of other Hesse exhibitions. Secondly, by assessing the persuasiveness of Fer’s use of theories stemming from Bataille’s informe. Thirdly, by briefly noting the similarities between Fer’s ideas and other recent feminist approaches. Each aspect will be discussed alongside relevant material from Fer’s own scholarship in order to position this lecture within her research interests. Fer has published extensively on the dissolution of modernism and on drawing, minimalism, surrealism, objecthood and the art historian’s role. Specifically, this essay will consider her prior work on surrealism and the throwaway, the importance of the studio in postmodern art, and objecthood.

Fer’s research on, and exhibition of, Hesse’s test-pieces, instead of the artist’s drawings or canonical sculptures, demonstrates her intent to break new ground, to introduce new material, into Hesse scholarship. Framing these works, and the lecture, in a contemporary gallery context reinforces Fer’s argument that the studioworks are indeed works of art, even suggesting that her construction of them has pushed them out of their status as test-pieces and produced them as new works of art, with relevance to contemporary interpretive frameworks and art practices. This concept of production of a new art work is described by Bal, 2003, in her essay on Walter Benjamin’s notion of translation, in which she views Bernini’s Saint Teresa as being translated, and therefore re-produced, its hidden potential released, by Louise Bourgeois’ Femme Maison sculpture. This idea of translation also suggests movement: perhaps the movement from the studio, or archived documentary photograph to the gallery, and research lecture slide, is enough to tip the studioworks into the realm of art.

In defending her decision not to use protective barriers, Fer says that she wanted to show the work ‘without it looking like a reliquary’. This challenges the traditional curatorial approach criticised by Lee, of SFMOMA’s 2002 Hesse retrospective, where most work was placed in vitrines or cordoned off, therefore dramatising ‘the question of medium’ and decay. On Tate Modern’s version of this survey, Nixon, 2005, notes that ‘an open cube set on the floor is not adequately represented by a closed cube set on a platform’; the museum setting framed Hesse as a historically significant artist (subject to protective museal constraints) rather than as an experimental young artist in the ‘studio milieu’. Fer’s own interest in the studio is first codified in a chapter on Hesse as a studio artist in her 2004 book, The Infinite Line; though she does not discuss any test-pieces, she notes that in Dorothy Beskind’s 1967 film of the artist in her studio, many works seem to be adaptable, often changing in formation, and that many more works were filmed being made than are now seen in canonical Hesse exhibitions or publications.

This idea of flexibility, multiplicity and instability converges with Nixon’s comment that ‘Hesse continually devised new ways of making and displaying work’; Nixon goes on to criticise the trend of the ‘photographic superego’ that dictates curatorial decisions away from Hesse’s flexible approach in an attempt to exactly recreate the documented past, as in the 1993 Yale Hesse survey. Fer’s choice of a contemporary art setting, minimal protection, careful embrace of the works’ physical condition without attempts at restoration, and deliberate rejection of 1960s photographic installation precedents (she contrasts slides of these images with her much looser curating style) demonstrates a desire to continue Hesse’s experimental, destabilising approach: a fresh curatorial methodology. Fer translates Hesse’s work for a 2009 contemporary art audience well versed in post-1960s theory.
One such theory, first documented as a renegade surrealist concept in 1929, but later developed as a post-structuralist interpretive framework by Krauss and Bois in their 1996 exhibition ‘L’informe: Mode d’emploi’, is Georges Bataille’s informe, or ‘formless’, an anti-modernist, anti-idealist notion defined by base materialism: ‘devolutionary, regressive, low’. Hesse’s open cube, Accession, 1968, with its repetitive, but organic, structure was included in this exhibition; Krauss, 1997, comments on Hesse’s participation in horizontality (a key element of the informe’s lowness) reading her large-scale, collapsing sculpture, Seven Poles, 1970, as a critique of Jackson Pollock’s return to verticality. Fer’s interest in the informe’s ‘baseness… to trigger rot and decay’ extends into much of her published scholarship, for example she relates Agnes Martin’s late 1950s relief work ‘to an aesthetics of the thrown away’.

In her lecture, Fer combines her interest in studio-practice’s proliferation of never-exhibited experiments and models, as seen in Beskind’s film, with an extension of Hesse’s interpretation through the informe, to include its ‘mess or art waste’ aspect – Fer directly references Bataille in her lecture here. Keeping interpretive options open, she uses word-play, saying that the studioworks ‘mess with our minds, mess with neat categories’ but also literally compares works, such as partial papier-mâché casts of balloons, to detritus on the studio floor that might just as easily be thrown out as preserved and valued as art. However, this move (translation?) is not wholly convincing. While Bataille brings heavyweight art-theoretical cachet to Fer’s analysis, Hollier describes his ‘real practice of imbalance’ as ‘a real risk to mental health’; connection to mental illness through biography is something that much recent Hesse scholarship has rejected; Bataille, with his dark political and ethical connotations might simply be too extreme to apply to an ambitious New York artist in the 1960s. Writing in 1995, Fer made a more subtle and persuasive use of surrealist concepts with regards to Hesse, writing that the distanced or ‘skewed relationship to the object’ comes from surrealism, but that the effects of this relationship are ‘neither simply reparative nor simply – at the other end of the scale – desublimatory.’

This 1995 article also discusses the impact of feminism. While Fer acknowledges Lippard’s affirmation of feminine subjectivity in Hesse’s oeuvre, she asserts that what is now needed is ‘the radical possibility of a more precarious subjectivity’ evolving out of feminism. Fer’s interest in the studioworks stems from their connection to the unstable and precarious; her lecture does not mention gender, sexuality or the body, instead focusing on materiality, language and the viewing subject’s (including the puzzled art historian’s) ‘testing’ experience of the pieces. This approach has similarities to Anne Wagner’s reading of Hesse’s work as deliberately destabilising gender categories; like Fer, Wagner then reads a surrealist aesthetic into Hesse’s work: the ‘fantasmatic and the hyperbolic, the absurd and the irrational’. This destabilising approach is becoming typical in Hesse scholarship – even where femininity is foregrounded - as demonstrated by Applin’s and de Zegher’s Fruitmarket lectures, concerning Hesse’s female contemporaries’ conflation of bodily and machine-like imagery and Ettinger’s matrixial (non-binary) psychoanalytic theory respectively.
As Charles Darwent writes, ‘by asking the question, “Are these artworks?”… the Fruitmarket’s show cannot help but answer it.’ Fer’s lecture seems similarly fated to answer in the affirmative due to its gallery context, and well-established theoretical approaches. However, in a 1995 book review Fer praises Foster, for working against ‘the easy assimilation of practice to theory or theory to practice’ in his refusal to force all objects of a certain type into a certain theoretical framework. Similarly, Fer’s disparate ‘starburst’ structure, resistance to tying up loose ends, and embrace of contradiction, may be seen not as a weakness but as an awareness of several possible means of enquiry, and a reluctance to limit the works to a codified textual interpretation at this early stage in their life as works of art on show. Her lecture’s structure appears to mirror her interpretive attitude to the test pieces: she said that the works ‘test us as viewers’, and that she felt pressed to create ‘sample terms’ to describe these exploratory objects; perhaps the lecture was yet another test, for Fer, or for the audience.

Fer’s lecture is relevant to museology and conservation studies as well as art theory. The contradiction involved in raising what is quite possibly studio-waste to the level of, admittedly ‘precarious’, fine art, is also closely related, at least metaphorically, to the ongoing debate on the separation of Art History and Visual Culture, through its questioning of the value and status of these ‘sub-objects’. In this way, the integrated exhibition and lecture are both provocative and significant, as announcements of the studioworks’ debut into art historical, and contemporary art, discourse.

This essay was written for a seminar on my current MA History of Art course.

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Short Story / Gallery Text: ‘Robotics’

I fell in love with you when I saw you dancing. Your towering, skinny tallness; the glossiness of your just-shaved jaw; your hands in awkward fists punching the air and out to the sides, you were marking territory and counting time. You always danced in the same spot, a little to the left of the mirror-ball so that its sparkles kissed your right cheek, glittering down your neck.

I was the kid in the lighting booth in the corner of the hall. Self-conscious back then, I never took my eyes off you. In step with the scrunchin’ bassline and zingin’ synths your feet in silver trainers made shiny diagonals while some girl’s dainty white pumps zig-zagged in time. I trained the yellow spotlight on your shoes and the cuffs of your jeans, wishing I might be that girl.

Flicking out your arm you caused another glittery rush, bending ninety degrees at the elbow and up, up, up like the second-hand of an alarm clock. Then two hands at once, in synch, out of synch, bending from the waist, swivelling and popping, spirals of disco light bouncing off your hips - you were the Sixth Form robotics champion, making like a machine while the rest of the school, all neon and black, body suits and baggy pants, stood in a circle and clapped you on.

Shrinking the spotlights to the size of tip-toes, I made my first move in deep blue. When you spun, I spun; when you jumped, I flashed up the wall and met you just as your feet hit the ground, then widened the pools of light so each of your feet had its own halo. You slid your silver shoes along the floor and raised your arms high above your head, so that you made an upside-down Y shape; I slid my halos along with you, changing them from blue, to purple, to red, to white. Swinging a third light into the mix, I beat a pink pulse on your chest.

After that night, I swear you used to glance into my corner sometimes and I’d run the spotlights under your ankles: you would hopscotch through them. Red, blue and yellow splashing your cool white jeans; spinning circles on the floor in primary colours, criss-crossing like Venn diagrams, hovering patterns on the wall behind you.

This story was included as a gallery wall text in James Johnson Perkins’ solo exhibition Meteoric Toy at Durham Art Gallery, 2008.

PHOTO CREDIT (wall text): Lucy Adlington, 2008, her Flickr page. For a larger image, click here.

PHOTO CREDIT (disco ball): Peter Griffin, Public Domain Pictures

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