Merry Christmas Guys




Thought I'd share my Dad's design for the Smith family Christmas card this year. Gold lino print on card. This is actually the more festive version, most of them were printed on black.....

Paddy Smith, Christmas Card

Ive also had a bit of free time recently so got into making a few decorations myself.




Here's wishing you all a 'satisfactory yuletide' and I'll see you in the new year

Sam x

Dresden Dynamo

For all the McAndrew's out there!

Lis Rhodes's Dresden Dynamo (1971)


Kit

Artist in Residence


I'm thrilled to announce that I've been awarded a residency in Sri Lanka at the beginning of next year. I'll be out flying out to Colombo on the 15th of January until the 26th of February, giving me a solid 6 weeks to develop some new work. Here's a link to the Sura Medura Residency


Kit

Experimental film books

Just stumbled across these scans of early experimental film books courtesy of the Internet Archive; the Stan Brakhage issue of Film Culture which contains Brakhage's highly influential essay "Metaphors on Vision" is particularly difficult to track down for a reasonable price these days, so it's really wonderful to see it shared online here for free. You can even download them for your Kindle or e-reader if you've got one. Enjoy!








John

Foire D'Art//Art Fair

 Some pictures of the affordable art fair at Gallerie Padi which opened on Friday and runs through to the 22nd. Unfortunately no one thought to take any photos at the private view but we had a good turnout and much mulled wine and mince pies...



Foreground, Craig Allan, 'A Triumph of Ambition Over Ability'
Background Manifesto Screenprints

 Paul McDonald, Geoffrey Leung & Sam Smith
Manifesto 001-005, Screenprints
 
Left, Stephan Bertrand, Right Eric Grundy

 Sam Smith,'Oh Aye Big Man', Screenprint on Paper

 Left, Francois Dallet, 
Centre Nathan Elliot , 'For Me, Not For Her'

Foreground, Sam Smith, 'I'll Tell You Summat For Nowt', Terracotta & Gold Leaf
Background, Robert Blair, Lagons 1-8, Ink & Bitumen on Paper.

 Left, Ingrid Sandsborg, digital prints
Right, Kit Mead, 'Advert'


 Iris Priest, 'Ts U'

 Stephan Bertrand, 'Peinture'

And this is a little something I wrote for the catalogue...

It’s funny how life tends toward patterns. Five years on from starting the now defunct BadgerBadger Gallery in Carlisle, England I hardly expected to be so involved in a very similar enterprise here in Caubon. The parallels are strong, both galleries were founded with similar aims and as a response to a perceived void locally. This is the essence of DIY culture, trying to fill a gap yourself without necessarily waiting for funding or official support, build it and they will come, field of dreams style.

This attitude can be seen in many of the artists we are representing here; they are artists who, in the main, have yet to make a living from their work. All the same they are involved in various projects or are hard at work in their studios. Art needs to be received by an audience in order to truly function and that is where we come in, that is the gap we identified. Artist, Gallery and Audience, a triangle is the strongest structure.

Thanks again to everyone who contributed work

Sam x

Marx Reloaded

Now this looks to be one bizarre film

Marxist philosphy, given a Matrix pastiche....yep. Includes appearances from notable philosophers as Jacques Ranciere, Slavoj Žižek and Michael Hardt.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marx_Reloaded

Nathan

From across the pond in Albany's State

A few exhibitions/installations have caught my eye across in New York State recently. One of which is scarily two years behind something similar recently posted on here in name and media used...

Takeshi Murata: Melter 2

Taking over the giant illuminating advertising billboard's of Time Square Takeshi Murata has created an immersive animation that appears for a few minutes just before midnight every evening over the month of November. Looks like quite a visually impacting -rather psychedelic- experience to happen upon.



 The Whitney Museum is currently showings a retrospective of work by Wade Guyton. An artist who for the past 20 years has devoted his time exploring our changing relationships to images and artworks through the use of common digital technologies, such as the desktop computer, scanner, and inkjet printer. Along with exhibiting previous work he has created a new piece specifically made for the Whitney Museum.

 
Untitled, 2006, Epson Ultrachrome inkjet on linen, 89 x 54 inches
 
And finally came across Circa 1971 today. An exhibition at the Dia in Beacon which celebrates EAI's (Electronic Arts Intermix)  40th anniversary, showcasing a series of diverse video works in EAI's collection that reveal the development of video work in art practices. It includes pieces by Vito Acconci, Eleanor Antin, Ant Farm, John Baldessari, Lynda Benglis, Shirley Clarke, Dan Graham, Nancy Holt and Robert Smithson, Joan Jonas, Gordon Matta-Clark, Nam June Paik, Raindance, Anthony Ramos, Carolee Schneemann, TVTV, Steina and Woody Vasulka, and others
 
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Gordan Matta Clark, Chinatown Voyeur, 1971, 60 mins, video black & white, sound, 
 
 
Kit
 

[Untitled]


I have finally managed to get my publication that is dedicated to Falkirk's voluntary arts groups printed! As we The Black Swan Collective are a group in which is self led and have links to Falkirk, myself and have had three exhibitions in Falkirk with potentially more shows in the area in the future, we qualify as a Falkirk art group....yay! So if any of you have work that you would like to submit for next months edition of [Untitled] please email it to me by the 10th of December. The publication is A5 and will be printed in full colour.

Craig.

Big in France

My first French newspaper clipping (from the Sud-Ouest). It's not a bad write up & I managed to get a mention of the collective in too!



A Brilliant Veneer

This is the essay that Adam Fine kindly wrote to accompany my recent exhibition 'Tomorrow Comes A Day Too Soon'

I'm sure he'll appreciate any feedback,

Sam



A Brilliant Veneer
Adam Fine

We live in an age less than golden.  And if history must teach us one lesson, it's that we will forget most if not all of what history can teach us.  The failings of past times do not vaccinate subsequent generations from a doomed repetition, rather they remain cancers in remission, ever threatening to re-emerge resistant to prior treatments, leaving us scrambling desperately for new cures.

The period in American history immediately following its Civil War and coinciding with the Second Industrial Revolution is known as the Gilded Age, a term attributed to the 1873 novel of the same name by Mark Twain and Charles Dudley Warner.  This era, roughly spanning the late 1860s to 1896, proved to be a terrific exercise in Manic-Depression—reaching exceptional highs and catastrophic lows with little room for balance.

With the abolishment of the economics of slavery, the US embraced an economy centric to corporations.  Railway expansion brought opportunity and business to the American West in levels heretofore unseen, and concurrent with the railway industry's growth, there also grew manufacturing, agriculture, mining and finance.  Patents increased exponentially with enormous technological advances in electrical applications, communication, the moving image and transportation among many others.  Alongside these new industries, the middle class rose with solidified concepts of upward mobility in the form of career tracks for skilled workers and managers.  Labour unions equipped with the ability to strike would also gain traction in the name of workers' rights.  And those captains of industry—reaching, even surpassing levels of wealth and power only previously held by monarchs and nobility abroad—engaged in immense philanthropy: establishing universities, schools and academies, hospitals, venues for the arts, public libraries, and charities.  At first glance, America seemed to emerge from the horrors of its Civil War into a shining new golden age of prosperity.

But prosperity is often enjoyed most by the few who can control it.  Indeed this golden age would prove itself gilded: a glittering veneer upon a vast corrosion.

During this same time, concepts of eugenics, Social Darwinism and “the survival of the fittest” emerged into new prominence.  Innate superiority, in the natural sense, was deemed to be found within the powerful individuals who languished in the spoils of the free market, while the poor—those who are governed rather than govern—were believed to be inherently weak, a result of moral depravity, cultural failure, ideology, religious tradition, ethnicity.  So-called 'political machines' took root to control an increasingly corrupt political system—locally and nationally—via bribery and physical coercion.  Black Friday and the Panics of 1857, 1873, 1884, 1893 and 1896—economic depressions defined by financial risk-taking, failed investment, fraud, and the collapse and bailouts of financial institutions, with suspected ties at times with the highest levels of government—pockmarked notions of societal growth.  The new American aristocracy, dubbed “Robber Barons”, created tight monopolies in their respective industries through strict vertical integration of their corporate trusts.  Workers suffered under sometimes fatal working conditions, and career tracks were typically designed with absolute ceilings; union strikes could be met with military opposition.  A result of deregulated industrial practices was reflected in Upton Sinclair's 1905 novel, The Jungle: a Socialist piece exposing immigrants' treacherous working and living situations along with many ghoulish practices of Chicago's meatpacking industry.  And the American South, formerly aligned with the Confederacy, found itself outside any prosperity or growth seen in the rest of the nation, with most farmers only renting their land, and replete with the same political malfeasance, poverty, racial and gender inequality, and racial violence experienced in some degree nationwide.

Light, it would seem, can mask far deeper shadows.

The idea of an age of progress, existing as merely a golden veneer upon a dilapidated interior, still resonates to this day, reflected on a global scale not only in physicality but also systemically.  Progress in the past century is unmistakeable.  We can communicate with individuals across the globe almost instantly, and in fact, we can travel to said individuals in a matter of hours, not days or months.  Medicine and sanitation have rendered moot many of the scourges that long plagued past civilizations.  We now understand much more about science from the dynamics of our universe to the mechanics of life, having answered many questions of physics and biology and better knowing what questions to ask.

On the other hand, this march forward has equally deleterious effects.  This exponential progress, a term comfortably italicised or set in quotation marks, brings with it certain attitudes, expectations, and actions which are self-damning to the concept.  When people expect technology to cater not only to their needs but also to their wants, their whims, the original problems mankind have faced tend to be lost within the public's weak attention span and lacking imagination.  For instance, once smallpox was effectively eradicated, so too were its vaccines; however, many countries still have stores of the virus, and if used nefariously or even carelessly, we are left with an old problem and little recourse to an effective solution.  And on a less apocalyptic note, but no less imperative to cultural health and longevity, we have left much of our cultural qualifiers—literature, news, music, film, art—to an ethereal and ephemeral digital cloud.  The expectation of such information to be immediately available on a 24-hour cycle has led to a higher reliance on digital media than on traditional physical media.  We can access Fahrenheit 451 instantly on an e-reader (without a much needed sense of irony), but given this lack of physical source material, we establish ourselves not only within a metaphorical Gilded Age, but a new Dark Age where access to information can be as easily controlled as instantly lost or rendered technologically obsolete.  As well, with reliance upon digital photography, the historical and journalistic chronicle of our times is threatened.  With the related storage methods for digital images and like material, we may not be able to fully conceive what our times will provide future generations, future archaeologists and anthropologists.  Consider the impact that photographic processes had in communicating the deadly effects of America's Civil War to the nation, as well as the effect said processes had upon the tradition of painting—both inextricably related to the physical photograph.  We understand much of earlier civilizations based on the structures they built, what texts lasted on papyrus, vellum or stone.  With our flimsy, temporary structures and architecture, and with the ephemerality of our collections of technological and cultural material, we are only building ourselves a higher platform from which to fall, far out of sight of its foundations.

We cannot ensure a hopeful future whilst denying it a past.  Progress must be mindful of its origins, and success must acknowledge its own failures. 

Ultimately, the solution and the problem, the light and the dark, the prosperity and the poverty are inherently human matters.  The industrial and technological advances that mould societies create imbalance, poverty and slavery in equal measure.  Disparities between the states, social and ethnic groups in the latter half of nineteenth century America are easily paralleled in this more globally connected age, between 'developed' and 'developing' nations.  When we learn to drive, we are taught not only to look several seconds ahead of where we are, but also to mind our mirrors for what remains behind.  Both are necessary to keep our course.

A veneer, no matter what skill or substance it implies, does not substitute for integrity of structure and cannot exist alone.

1973 in full technicolor!

 
Images of the exhibition 1973 at The Galley. Carlisle




Photo's courtesy of Max Fox

Kit

What Another Exhibition????

October appears to be a productive month for members of the Black Swan Collective from aborted trips to Romania to new ones in London, lessons in wooden bike making, shows in Carlisle, Caubon and Falkirk running at the same time, what's next!? 



Lingua Franca - 23/10/2012 - 3/11/2012


Angel Headed Hipsters 2012 (2012)
Craig Allan




Our Heads Are Round So Thoughts Can Change Direction 2012 (2012)
Craig Allan



Advert (2012)
Kit Mead


Working Man Series???? (2012)
Michael Davis


The Past Is Another Country (2011)
Sam Smith


There Are Only Points Of View 2012 (2012)
Craig Allan

Sam - I know we doubts about including The Past Is Another Country in this show but I am glad we have because I think the shop aesthetic and non white walls really add to work, it looks much better in this show than it did in Paradies.

Craig

Tomorrow Comes A Day Too Soon

Photos from my show that opened on Saturday, my first proper show in France & the first exhibition at Gallerie Padi


The Sum of Recent Glories
Chipboard, Plywood, MDF, Steel Acros, 2012



Bread & Circuses pts 1-3
Concrete, Steel, Plywood, Melamine, Wooden Pallet, Halogen Worklight, 2012



Here/Now
Burnt Wood, Digital Print, 2012


Here/Now (Detail, Digital Print) 
Photo Courtesy Craig Allan



This Used To Be The Future II
Electro-Luminescent Wire, 2012



Of All We May Yet Be
Welded Steel Rebar, 2012


This is a text that Jen Martin wrote for the catalogue,


Modern life consists of many disposable facets, from everyday
expendable products in unnecessary packaging to the high rises of the 50's and 60's which are being torn down in order to make way for new developments. With the introduction of cheaper, mass produced
materials, construction has become impermanent with many buildings existing only for a fleeting period of time, and those which remain clearly show the evidence of their decay. However, away from the beaten track it is possible to view the remnants of constructions from a time when this was not the case. The work presented in ‘Tomorrow Comes A Day Too Soon’ derives from time spent travelling around Italy and viewing the substantial remains of forgotten settlements and architectural classics. The skill used in the craftsmanship of these structures, in conjunction with the enduring nature of the materials used, is testament to their permanence, far outlasting both their own era and the decaying remains of more modern developments
surrounding them.

‘Tomorrow Comes A Day Too Soon’ seeks to create a facade emulating the grand imagery and craftsmanship displayed in these ancient constructions using modern, temporary materials to reference classic structures such as arches, columns and busts. Don't be fooled by the cheap, readily available substances used, every piece of work displayed here has been crafted with very careful attention to detail and finished to a high quality. Juxtaposing the classic imagery with the disposable material creates a delicate dialogue and highlights the glaring
differences in construction across the ages.

Tex wrote me an essay too but I'll put that up another time as it's quite long.

Anyway, thanks to everyone who helped out,

Sam x



Susie Wilsdon

I know some of you didn't know Susie but she was one of us, an artist and a friend. She took her own life two years ago. I think that many of you who didn't know her personally can still identify with this.

Adam Fine who has has been involved with many of our previous (and hopefully future) endeavours is taking part in a sponsored walk next month to raise money for a suicide prevention & support charity. I'll let him explain in a far more meaningful way,

"In the past four years I have lost three people in my life to suicide. They did not know each other, and there was no common connection. Suicide is elusive, unexpected, and a terrible weight not only on those who fall victim but on those who experience its aftermath.

I began walking last year in honor of my dear friend, Susie, who passed away almost exactly a year before in 2010. Susie was one of the first people I met while pursuing my degree abroad in 2004, and we became friends soon thereafter. Her laughter was infectious; her sense of humor and her charm were incredible, even enviable. Susie was radiant from her core. I am lucky, but not alone, in having experienced her kindness. Her artwork was entirely engaging, though she never would have admitted to it. Her favorite music--Leonard Cohen, Dolly Parton, Ian Dury, to name a few--was eclectic enough to be appropriate for most situations. When teaching English abroad, the photos of her with her students showed smiles all around. Susie saw me through some terribly difficult times in my life, and not a day goes by that I don't think of her, love her, or miss her. So I walk for Susie, because our friends, her family, her students and I understand the honor of having known her, and because the goodness and grace she brought to this world mustn't be finite.

But I also walk for myself. As long as I can remember, I've also lived under this shadow, this threat. While I don't feel it every day, it looms all the same, making itself known in times of joy and sorrow alike. It's an unfortunate companion that I now realize cannot be ignored. But so long as I walk, I can keep moving toward a future--unknowable, indefinite, but hopeful still.

And I walk so others might keep walking.



I've set my goal to what it was last year, $350, which by the kindness, understanding and generosity of those who supported me in 2011 far exceeded that. I do hope to exceed it again.

This is a very worthy cause. Thank you to those who supported me last year, and thank you for reading my message."


This is his fundraising page


I was going to say sorry for the serious post but I'm not. Life isn't all fun and games unfortunately and I think it's important to share what Adam's doing.

Sam x

Fuck you and your art markets

http://www.leboncoin.fr/velos/378477323.htm?ca=2_s

Craig
What all that welding and spark flying was for. . . .






Craig Allan
A triumph of optimism over ability 2012 (2012)
Wood/Metal/Rubber Tubing
Dimensions Variable

 . . . .  well worth a visit to France.

Craig

Contact (Sheet)

 IS IT
 TOO LATE
 TO SAY
I'M SORRY?

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