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Tuesday, 29 July 2014

The Nether at Royal Court


I can't use a witty title for this one because honestly The Nether by by Jennifer Haley was one of the most disturbing yet absorbing plays I've seen in a while. Following the recent spat of celebrities, politicians and more who have been uncovered as paedophiles after years of cover-ups and enabling by "those who didn't tell"; this play's subject is right at the heart of the public conscience at the moment. 


Its subject matter however is not really paedophilia, though the most horrifying of crimes is the vehicle used to lead the audience to the questions it asks; namely, on the Internet and virtual reality and morality. 


In summary, the Nether is set in a future where the Internet or the Nether as it is now called is an entire immersive world where people can log in and exist (much like The Matrix) in a virtual reality with their own chosen persona or avatar. Here they can live out their fantasies as they cannot in real life, look like they want, be with who they want and create realities that are the most aesthetically pleasing to them; a virtual wonderland if you will. For the reality that now exists in the play's present time is a grey world with no trees or natural spaces. 


The play focuses around a character named Sims or 'Pa' in the Nether who has created a server that is unreadable by the loose authority that polices the Nether, yet they know what goes on there. In the primary scene he is being interviewed by a Detective Morris, unsure how he has been found out.

The action switches between the present interviews, with Sims and another character Doyle as Detective Morris questions them endlessly about the goings on in the Nether and in particularly "Pa's" Victoriana throwback, the Hideaway to goings on in the actual Hideaway.


Here is where the play becomes magnificent really, because the set design and lighting takes us into a truly beautiful world, where there's green and trees everywhere and hyper colours and lightness. The Hideaway is almost abnormally beautiful and the use of light displays that show the matrix beneath it are also impressive.


Here we meet "Iris" - one of four children who live in the Hideaway to service the needs and pleasures of those who visit; "Pa" and another visitor "Woodnut" who seems to fall in love with Iris. The play continues from here as the characters nuances are shown and we get to grips with the question of whether such virtual behaviour helps or hinders these type of people when they go about in their in-world (real) lives. Does it not cause them to want to behave like this more? Additionally, Jennifer Haley has made the adult behind avatar Iris, in-love with Pa... which confuses us further.
"I've read the studies. No one has been able to draw a conclusive correlation between virtual behaviour and behaviour in-world."- Sims/Pa
The Guardian* subtitle says, Does inclination pre-exist exposure? This is again one of the questions that has continuously reappeared when referencing online and gaming behaviour, but the influence, the influence though.. there must be some the papers shout. I would hasten to agree with this even though nothing has yet been concretely proved it.

I was uncomfortable throughout the play, with the subject matter, with the young girl actress who played Iris (Isabella Pappas on my performance) being so affectionate with these old men. The production forces you to confront this fear and discomfort. 

However, to me, what it is really about is philosophy - if you make a certain choice or do a certain thing that is wrong - even in a virtual world, you have still performed this act. The tree has fallen in the forest even if you do not see it or hear it. That is my opinion. That is all. Others would disagree. There's also always disagreement about what is right and wrong, so there's that too. 


I would give the production, script, acting and especially set and lighting five stars and fully recommended The Nether. Expect to be blown away though.. I think I came away from it a little more fearful, a little more aware and winded by our current world.


The Nether is at the Royal Court until August 9th 



Images are (c) Johan Persson 



*The comments on this Guardian article show how much the subject riles




Friday, 27 June 2014

START at Saatchi Gallery



On Wednesday night, I managed to snag some last minute tickets to the opening of START, the inaugural art fair and exhibition held at the Saatchi Gallery from 26 – 29 June 2014. The fair is dedicated to supporting international galleries from the world’s most emerging markets as well as established artistic centres.

It is a fantastic exhibition and rather than spiel all about it, I'm just going to share some of the images I took in the hope it will encourage you to visit. I didn't take down any of the artists names, or the real names of the pieces, I just kind of gave them my own names in this blog post, but you can find all details on the website or actually visit, it's worth it.

Plus the cafe outside the Saatch Gallery is a delightful location for a post art drink once you have taken in the talent.

A bit more about START:

"START was founded by the Global Eye Programme, an initiative that nurtures worldwide artistic talent, in partnership with the Saatchi Gallery. The fair's aim is to provide young galleries and artists with a platform and the support and recognition that they need to develop their careers. START gives exhibitors the opportunity to present their artists to a culturally engaged, international audience at a world-renowned venue. The Saatchi Gallery is celebrated for its unique vision in recognising artistic talent and helping to launch the careers of emerging artists, an ethos central to START. The fair is sponsored by Prudential, which aims to support emerging talent and creativity in Asia."

Some of the concepts highlighted by these artists really are innovative and exciting, so get yourself down there!



Kaleidoscope birds-eye-view of Miami... and that's my little gallery friend EHJ with her rucksack. She may appear in a few corners...


Faceless faces


Artist cartoons


Polish Phoebe Philo...


Riding in the backseat with what you want wherever you want it.


 I saw myself in the wings of a butterfly


Big girl, you are beautiful.


Yes, yes, oh yessssss


You don't affect me anymore.. forgive and forget



Oh Pablo

Just a little lamp



You're a coloured baby



Something profound


Island is land



Hold my hand.. (this was made of vertical slats) amazing...


This was composed from layered wire mesh...


As was this... incredible, layered the mesh in different thickness to create the picture


The side looks like this..


Here's the wired soldier... 

 

Just a pillar of charcoal letters and the moon..


Faceless


Consume me...


Dreams and nightmares


3D sticker face..


Can't he..


Pray to John...


These are the colours of my life


Shoes for sale... child owners killed in war..


 Ghostly


Kick me with your welllies



Yup she wore a rucksack to the gallery..



This is final image is a START image, not mine, I couldn't get it all in... A take on self esteem.

START is at Saatchi Gallery until 29 June.

Details of all the international galleries involved are on the START website

Thursday, 10 April 2014

Flights of Fame: Birdland at the Royal Court


   
"Do you want to go and see 'A piercing new play looking at empathy, money and fame' - Birdland, it is at the Royal Court newish... I know it's a Monday but..."

It's fair to say our seats were pretty far back, but when you go online for the £10.00 day release tickets for a new play at 9.07 instead of dead on 9.00, that is loath to happen. Theatre-friend D and I were reasonably early and she was so suntanned in the greyness of rainy Sloane Square that I felt positively cement coloured next to her.

"India good was it..Let's get some wine... 
Also, I can't believe Peaches Geldof has just died, I nearly threw up on the way here. It's just so terrible."

"I looked after her dog once you know.. When I worked for that designer."

"I know.. Can you move under the alcove please it's raining quite a bit now... Isn't it weird that we feel so sad about it when we didn't even know her. I cried a bit and I felt guilty for crying, cos we don't like know her... Can I have my lighter back please"

This was how are evening started. Grey and morose. I knew it wouldn't be a cheery one either "the perils of fame" having been bandied around a bit in reference to Birdland. To be honest none of the plays I go to see seem to be that cheerful. The man behind the bar told us the set was impressive, though.. that was something. Indeed our seats were so far back and with both of us being blind as bats you see. It was like a Van Gough version.

"That's why we can't book last minute.. we're too vain to carry our specs around all the time..."


D's blinder than me...but we could make out the impressive stage from the start, all water - a sort of moat actually, blue lighting and upright wooden structures and I could make out the faces of the "company" of characters. You know thems... all in sunglasses and trendy outfits and signifying the mood around the lead character. Such a modern narrative tool but actually Shakespeare did it OK.


 And how did I not know Andrew Scott was playing the lead... I am such a fan of his acting and his weird, weird voice and face. Famous as Moriarty in Sherlock opposite beautiful Benedict and I remember him in the Hour too, but really he's a prolific theatre actor. He's got such a way with being evil and twisting his face and body up... such a physicality about him..


The play tells the tale of the last week of a very famous rockstar's third tour. Fame has already gripped this guy, there's no going back. He's bored, cruel, jumpy and slightly insane.

 

He treats money like water, he boredly copulates with any female that he tosses his eyes at.. Including his best friend's girlfriend who then kills herself. He takes a member of the female hotel staff from Moscow to Paris because he can.


His character is really very hard to sympathise with. Wired that he is. Consumed by fame that he is.

He hates the fame. Hates not knowing he is. Hates the photos and yet he loves it too. Loves his own power.


In a conversation with his father who's asking him for money he is shocked over he value of £1000.00 to his father. It's not uncharted territory.

“Everything can be quantified. All worth can be quantified. Artistic worth. Human worth. Material worth. Everything. Some food is simply better than other food. Isn’t it? Some clothes are better than other clothes. Aren’t they?” - Paul

Of course he ends up in a sticky end.. Sleeping with a minor, facing jail time, owing his record company millions and do unable to quit.


What is incredible is both the acting of Andrew Scott and the wonderful set. As the perils of fame suck Paul further into its clutches, the stage submerges, tilted into the surrounding water.

Other cast members are ghostly as if unreal and we live through his manic mind, never sure if what we believe to be happening actually is.


The physicality that Scott displays as Paul is all part of it as well, jerkily dancing throughout. The bird that he is, pulled by the winds of fame like a dark Icarus, too close to the desired prize, or the black swan whose lost all memory of the white.


Overall I would recommend this play to anyone who is interested in the nuances of fame or who wants to see an excitingly staged production with a lead actor that takes up the stage with his entire physical presence. Drugs, sex, ghosts, suicide, paedophilia, blackmail, loneliness it has it all. Who'd want that. 


It wasn't cheerful is for sure. We sat soggily in the bar next door after the performance, not perky, watching Sloane Square go home, thankful we weren't famous. 

Birdland
Written by Simon Stephens
Directed by Carrie Cracknell
3 April - 31 May

at

The Royal Court
50-51 Sloane Square
London
SW1W 8AS
020 7565 5000

www.royalcourttheatre.com

Images (c) Richard H. Smith
Video (c) The Royal Court

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Ants and Avoiding the Cameras: Pangaea at the Saatchi Gallery


I'm not really sure how I managed to get an invite to the preview opening of this exhibition at the Saatchi Gallery. I think perhaps I have attended another one with a far more fabulousssss friend and I'm now on the mailing list. Didn't even realise it was quite such a big thing until I had to avoid the Tatler Bystander cameras. Well-aware that there was no way that they would put me anywhere near their online gallery with all the beauties and hipsters and just achingly cool people that were around, I didn't want to risk it anyway.


Unfortunately, I am not one of those career bloggers who looks ab fab all the time... Unfortunately, I work full-time and write and do about a million other things, that mostly I look at best "quirky" with a pallid complexion and no blow dry... Oh for the luxury of having two hours to get ready for a half an hour trip to a gallery opening. I'm not looking down on this, I would if I could.

The Saatchi Gallery

Having avoided the cameras and swiping my free glass of champagne (I had two), I actually had a chance to look at the exhibition and it is very good. Very bold and colourful, with very dark undertones, prone to make someone like me furiously research the artists and their backgrounds when I got home. I have taken a lot of pictures in my new role as Art Blogger extraordinaire (Please invite me back Saatchi) and I will try my best to point you in the way of the artists for each of them. 

First, the famous ants that you are seeing all over the papers. This piece is Casa Tomada, 2013, Rafael Gómezbarros (Resin, Fiber Glass, Madera, Screen Cotton, Cuerda Arenas, Cerrejón Coal).




What I didn't realise is that each ant is made from two human skulls.....

Then came the wonderfully emotive and colourful pieces by Aboudia. My favourite being Untitled, which is the first one below and Daloa 29, below that. After seeing these paintings, it is not surprising to hear that the artist lived through violence following political disparity, in his city, Abidjan during which he took refuge in an underground studio.

Untitled, 2011 (Acrylic and mixed media on canvas, 76 x 237cm (each canvas))


Daloa 29, 2011 (Acrylic and mixed media on canvas, 180 x 400 cm)




I just liked the colour behind this. Apparently, the artist, who is Brazilian, loves jazz and you can sort of tell that. It was a set of two, but I only took a picture of one (Good Art Blogger, I am)

 Antonio Malta Campos, Figures in Red #2, 2004 (Oil on canvas, 230 x 360 cm)

This artist is fun and kind of trippy..

Boris Nzebo, Auburge du Boulot Noir, 2013 
(Acrylic on canvas,150 x 130 cm)

You know the desks at school but way, way more arty....

José Lerma, Madre Perla V-11, 2011 (Acrylic on canvas, keyboard, guiro, 244 x 458cm)

Cats and traffic, I get that...

David Koloane, The Night Has A Thousand Eyes, 2007-8 (Mixed media on paper, 128 x 300 cm)

David Koloane, Mass Movement I, 2010 
(Mixed media on paper, 215.5 x 109 cm)

The Mozambique photographer, Mário Macilau is a social documentary photographer and his images are extremely powerful:
  
My Toy

Children of Jesus

Peace

This made me feel like I was at war...It was a wall installation peace by Ghanaian artist, Ibrahim Mahama, Untitled, 2013 (Draped jute sacks wall installation, Dimensions variable). It was pretty powerful.





Bright and fun were the many works of Vincent Michea included in the exhibition.






Oscar Murillo might be my favourite in terms of art that you feel, as its just so transformative and un-fixed and I like the dirty aspect of it. Selected pieces below:


Random but beautiful...


And this was made with dirt...



Go see the exhibition anyway, it's well worth it.


Bye for now... art crowd...

DETAILS:

Pangaea: New Art from Africa and Latin America
2 April 2014 - 31 August 2014

At:
Duke of York's HQ
King's Road
LondonSW3 4RY


@saatchi_gallery

Opening hours: 10am-6pm, 7 days a week, last entry 5:30pm