I like presents
& ice lollies.
My friend tried to tell me what the balaclava is based on, but if you know let me know!
I went to the Serpentine Gallery to experience 512 Hours.
Walked in. Felt awkward. Not really sure what to expect but I prepared myself to feel ‘moved’ if necessary. Decided quite quickly to avoid everyone else’s gaze. One person looked really into it stood on the stage. My housemate was unaware of what Marina looked like, so thought that might be her.
Suddenly I see Marina begin to walk past the door frame of a side room where she seems to be leading in a slow walking exercise. She is holding the hand of a man. When they turn around (after stopping for a long time after staring at the wall), Marina has her eyes shut whilst the man does not. He seems to be concentrating on going at the same pace as Marina. I thought that he didn’t seem relaxed…
So I head back to the main room and position myself against a wall. I decide to lean into it more and put my hands on it, whilst fixing my gaze on a window above. I liked the light, it felt natural.
A man starts to approach me. I thought he was going to yell at me for touching the wall. I start to move away from it. He offers a hand. I shake my head to refuse. He looks disappointed. Then he moves onto the next person who accepts. I thought he was a visitor to it who was really getting into it or someone that Marina had given a job to that I had heard about (I assumed they were visitors). Before long I realise they are working there. My relaxation is broken. I am instead thinking about the people who work there and what it means for me to refuse instructions. At least my assumption that they were using their visit to hold hands with girls was untrue.
Then another man walks buy and with gestures tells me to close my eyes. I’m like ‘oh!’ and shut my eyes for a second, before realising that I don’t want to close my eyes so open them again. I continue staring up into the window (it has a white blind over it, so you can just see shadows of the frame).
Then another man offers me his hand. I shake my head. Then he approaches my housemate who accepts and they stand on stage together, eyes closed. I continue staring and think about all the workers and how I don’t like it and about an article where a woman said she wasn’t going to do anything unless Marina told her to. I kind of get it.
I went open-minded, but at the same time I thought it was a quiet space to do what you want. I tried closing my eyes, but they didn’t want to be closed. The light from the window was nice and relaxing. The idea of standing on a stage was not very me. I am self-conscious. I felt safe by the wall. I have been to workshops where the whole point was to do whatever you felt like doing, unleash your inner child etc. I just found my concentration broken at this. I liked the quietness, I felt like scowling at those who whispered to others.
We went into the walking room. My housemate tried the slow walking. I did not want to do it, but started a few paces after her to at least give it a try. I could not walk that slow. I tried. My balance is awful. I concentrated on the ceiling windows, until I could not see them. I felt annoyed by the woman sat on the floor by the end of the room who just watched everyone. I had to avoid crashing into someone.
I realised Marina was nowhere to be seen. After a while she emerged with the guy she had been holding hands with and she took him back to walking, but seemed to leave him there. Is he a performance artist too? Then she sat on a chair. Someone rushed to sit next to her.
Before people had been told off (via gestures) for facing their chairs towards each other. This is not the artist is present. You must close your eyes.
An interesting experience. Perhaps I will go back again, but I will probably refuse to follow her minders instructions again.
Once a Year (Striptease Tent, Pinner Annual Fair granted by Edward III in 1336)
Silver Bromide print
24 x 30.5 cms (9.43 x 11.99 ins)
Love the women trying to stifle their giggles (at least I hope that’s what they’re doing) and the giant pervy eye to their left. Not so sure about the other giant perves…
From my email thread, Photos I Like
Nude, Campden Hill (with mirror), 1952
Vintage Gelatin Silver Print
22.86 x 19.53 cms (8.98 x 7.68 ins)
From my email thread, Photos I Like
The Architect Hans Heinz Luttgen and his Wife Dora 1926, printed 1990
Photograph, gelatin silver print on paper
unconfirmed, frame: 490 x 390 x 30 mm
Painter [Heinrich Hoerle] 1928
Gelatin silver print on paper
Outtake from Your Mind & Body Is All That You’ve Got