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Thursday, 19 November 2015

Periodic Tales: The Art of the Elements - Exhibition Visit by Cherrie Mansfield

It was with a mixture of anticipation, curiosity and anxiety that I recently went to see Periodic Tales: The Art of the Elements exhibition at Compton Verney in Warwickshire.

Periodic Tales explores science and art through a collection of over 70 artworks relating to some of the elements from the periodic table.  The elements are all around us, from precious metals such as gold and silver, to those that are essential to human life like carbon and iron.  As the curator of the exhibition, Hugh Aldersey-Williams, says we don’t often get a chance to look at great chunks of them outside of a laboratory.  

Why my anxiety?  Well, I’m currently working on my own artistic interpretation of the periodic table.  I’m creating a series of 92 paintings, each inspired by one of the naturally occurring elements.  So when I heard about the exhibition I was intrigued, but also worried that my concept wasn’t original and that I’d been beaten to it.


After some introductory explanations, one of the first things you encounter is a wall taken up with Quattro Formaggi II.  Simon Patterson’s portrayal of the periodic table in white ceramic tiles playfully associates each chemical symbol with a famous person.  For instance, Kr is Stanley Kubrick, Lu is Lulu and Cu is John Thaw - you work out why.  We revisited this concept later on in the lab handling area where we made confectionery associations with the chemical symbols including: chocolate limes (Cl), crème eggs (Ce), fruit salad (Fr), parma violets (Pm), rhubarb and custard (Rb). 

Cornelia Parker has more than her fair share of the exhibits.  Her intriguing 30 pieces of silver consists of mechanically flatten silver plated tableware, hung from the ceiling they take on the appearance of shiny, suspended silver puddles.  I liked her Explosion drawing, a three-layered composition made from the ingredients of gunpowder (charcoal, sulphur and saltpetre).  However, I was decidedly unimpressed by Stolen thunder, which amounted to little more than a series of framed dirty handkerchiefs.

Chlorine by Cherrie Mansfield
Photo credit: Jade Edwards
My friend and I stopped to admire John Newling’s wall-mounted Value; Coin, Note and Eclipse.  This narrative series of 27 pieces made from well-preserved, pressed kale leaves and gold leaf, progresses from organic forms of kale through to more manipulated varieties and then manufactured notes and coins.  I know I’ll reflect on this work again when I come to create my own take on gold. 

I found Marc Quinn’s depiction of mercury in The Etymology of morphology was beguiling and disturbing, taking the form of beautiful, large silver droplets as though a human figure had been spilled onto the gallery floor.  This contrasted with Antony Gormley’s more angular Fuse, a multi-facetted cast iron figure prostrate on the wooden floor symbolising rust and decay.
Iodine by Cherrie Mansfield
Photo credit: Jade Edwards
My own artwork usually features strong colours, so it’s no surprise that I was attracted to some of the more vibrant works.  My eyes feasted on Roger Hirons’ Nunhead, a mass of vivid blue copper sulphate crystals encrusting an old engine.  I think my own interpretation of copper will be a little less flamboyant.  One of the oldest exhibits, a cobalt blue glass Roman model of a cargo boat dates back to AD1-50, when glass was traded as a valuable commodity.  Its more contemporary neighbour, Blue Moon, is a small lake of deep saturated blue glass in a rather ugly plaster cast.  
Things took a more sinister turn in a darkened room containing three models of nuclear power stations and an antique chandelier, both made with uranium glass.  Ostentatiously titled Crystal Palace: The Great Exhibition of the Works of Industry of All Nuclear Nations, the latter was conceived by Ken + Julia Yonetani in response to the 2011 Fukushima Daiichi nuclear disaster in Japan in 2011. Lit with ultra-violet light the glass beads glowed a fluorescent green, providing a haunting reminder of the destructive nature of some of the elements.
My favourite piece is more down to earth.  The name of Annie Cattrell’s carbon sculpture, 18%, is derived from the proportion of the human body that is composed of carbon.  It’s a perspex column filled with striking, undulating layers of black, grey, brown, ochre and white sand-like material.  I loved its abstract forms and discovering that it has been created from dust collected from Compon Verney’s grounds and the homes of some of its staff – including house dust, pencil shavings, burnt wood, coal ash and pet hair.

Samarium by Cherrie Mansfield
The Periodic Tales exhibition is accessible, engaging and educational, without being overwhelming.  There’s a diverse variety of work well laid out in several galleries allowing viewers space to contemplate each piece before moving onto the next.  I think it does achieve its aim of bringing the elements out of the classroom or chemistry lab and showing how they are part of all of our lives.  

As for my anxiety, it is gone.  There are only a handful of paintings in the exhibition and less than 20 elements featured.  There were no attempts to tackle the less well-known elements, like dysprosium, hafnium or promethium, so I guess that’s down to me.  I came away with a few ideas and a renewed motivation to crack on with The 92.


The exhibition runs until 13 December.  You can find further details and watch a short film about it here.

Written by Cherrie Mansfield, Origin Arts Artist



      


Tuesday, 20 October 2015

Kurt Jackson Exhibition by Becky Newell

I've seen the prints of Kurt Jackson's Glastonbury festival paintings several times and loved them. I guess that's not surprising as I am an unashamed Kurt Jackson fan and have been for many years.

I first saw a Kurt Jackson exhibition 16 years ago and it truly resonated with my own work at the time. The way that Jackson manages to use light to such dramatic effect. His work is often filled with complicated textures, managing to sometimes make them so dark but without ever making them heavy, it seemed like alchemy. I was drawn in immediately.

The second exhibition was on my doorstep in Worcester. I dragged my, then, four year old daughter along with me. Awesome(!) - one entire wall filled with one immense seascape. I didn't need a postcard to remember that one, its grey-blue hues and shimmering lights and scrawled lettering will forever stay with me.



Jackson really didn't have far to go to impress me as I walked up the steps into the lobby of his latest exhibition 'Place' in Bath's Victoria Art Gallery. The Glastonbury festival paintings where the first to be seen after I had shelled out my £3.50 entry fee. They where good however, if I'm honest, not as wonderful as they had looked in print(!). I feel terrible even writing that, however, that is the truth of how I felt. The larger canvases where full of his extraordinary colour and you did get the feel of vastness - there where even some great little figures to be seen. However the brush strokes were weaker, the paint was weaker in the foreground and there seemed a greater sense of having to get it right. This was not the case in his smaller Glastonbury pieces, there are some gorgeous atmospheric pieces from behind stage and done in the evenings (of Glastonbury). Less famous, perhaps less commercial, however far more Jackson for me.

'Place' is a collaboration of work between Jackson and various writers from around the country. Each writer was invited to create a piece for Jackson about their favourite place. Jackson then took their writing and went to the place to create.
Interestingly the work stretches over a number of years and it is particularly interesting, because of the long time scale, to see how Jackson plays with style. There are several pieces that harp back to days of country scenes with beautiful lights streaming through trees. However, equally you will find vast seascapes, bronzes and almost cartoon like acrylics. They all come together perfectly in the 'Place' configuration.

Many artists have tried to follow in Jacksons footsteps since. However, seeing a Jackson original up close reminds you why he can demand the price tag. There is such a versatile mixture of work matching the right strength of medium, colour, light and texture to each written piece. The artwork 'Through Brandon Woods' shows a dark melancholy, fearful remembrance 'loss and longing' as the writer, Catherine Layshon, says. Jackson's dark umber, greens and reds conjure the scene so well with layer upon layer of fine textured brambles.

Not in the exhibition, however in the accompanying book, are further studies to go with Catherine Leyshon's writing. They consist of a beautiful, delicate, almost lifelike, bronze bramble and an intricate light handed acrylic study of blackberries. Jackson shows off his versatility in every way possible in this exhibition - he has metaphorically run in every direction and succeeded.

By comparison to the dark melancholy of 'Through Brandon Woods' is the vast seascape of 'Broomway - the most dangerous footpath in Britain'. It's just one of several of Jackson's famous seascapes featured in the exhibition, but it's the one I fell in love with. I got up close and personal with this one, nose to canvas to see exactly how each and every brush stroke moved. By observing the works you admire, you learn so much and I envy the way Jackson captures the light so precisely every time on his paintings. It does make me wonder if he has a stack at home that went wrong!?

There are so many others I could rave about - a beautiful bronze flower in a Coke can, some colourful harbour scenes, even a car chase! It's a less frenetic Jackson we see in this exhibition than I saw in the last. Perhaps an older and wiser Jackson.

One thing that has not changed is his wonderful exuberant immediacy, Jackson's creativity moves to reflect when he feels moved and that is the magic of the man. With it appears total freedom and he expresses his responses on canvas as if it were a language of colour and light. 

I could, of course, be biased due to my love for him. If you wish to judge for yourself then visit the Kurt Jackson 'Place' exhibition in Bath. Follow the link HERE to find out more.

Written by Becky Newell