Author: jonwhitbread
looking in, looking out, looking through: portals and thresholds
More exploration…”Epicyclon Three”
Reading Dante (see bibliography) on the tube. See interesting marks on station platform. Sketch idea
for wall hung sculpture in slate.



https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2017/02/08/i-found-this-wastebasket-for-you/
Interesting review

Gallery visit
Popped into Damian Hirsts Newport St Gallery to see the Gavin Turk show
ttps://newportstreetgallery.com
Interesting space, if a little clichéd – impeccably restored and rejigged industrial building, brick, glass, fantastic triple pitched roof, indoors white paint, white desk, white stairs, white glazed brick, white staff. Grey floor. Restaurant (full of white women who lunch, as my mixed race companion pointed out) and white gift shop. Its all full of natural light. The space is pleasing.We are politely informed of various gallery policies. The atmosphere is informal and relaxed. Theres no hushed worshipful shuffling and whispering. One can get up close to the exhibits. Theres a lot of space.
From upstairs theres a great, galleried view of one of the downstairs spaces rather like the view into an oddly angled squash court. Turks infamous failed MA Blue Plaque looked great from the two different angles.
Gavin Turks work is Art about Art with himself as the Hero and as far as it goes is great fun. Except when he tries to be serious – the black skip and black bin bags are too obvious to be metaphor or symbol or representation (except unintentionally, perhaps as the only black objects amidst all that whiteness, apart from this Pollock pastiche comprised of Turks name painted over and over). Its a walk through the History of Art full of unsubtle nod and wink references to Warhol, Pollock, Duschamps (a car wheel so obvious that I cant even bring myself to play with tired/tyre), etc. Defiantly unprofound.
Mapping revised
David Kefford
Inspired by Keffords ethic I revisited my neglected collection of artefacts found and acquired and “clumped and clustered” as he put it. During his presentation I also played with some copper wire from work and combined it with what I had been carrying around in my pockets for a while – a radiator key, bent floor board nail and wall fixing Ive used for years as a doorkey thing.

Then at work in half term making sculpture I took the plunge and started making some mini sculptures using the off cuts of sandstone from a larger piece.
Working without squares and straight-edge!! Hugely liberating! Using a motif Ive used before in a more controlled way – a window in a tower. here a window in a tower in a window. A riff on cliches about finding the form within the block (which i reject as nonsense based on misconceptions). Here playing with the idea of St Valentine and the difficulty of getting to the heart of things etc.
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Mapping The Territory (initial thoughts)
Read Elkins Stories of Art and watched Angelas presentation. Then produced this sketch.

Started thinking about the mechanics of my art and its processes and how a map would feature the ocean as the symbol or metaphor for Oceanic Consciousness from which art rises or back into which I fall but then I wondered how useful that is as a tool.
Islands dont rise from the ocean but through it.
Is there a better metaphor for the creative process that doesnt rely on a vague solidification of coldness, wetness, darkness.
I thought of the rock cycle with its Sediments of once living creatures and plant life that melt and Metamorphosize; its erupting and bubbling, cooling and crystallizing Igneous stones; and its great collisions of continental plates and mountain ranges. And the strange consequences of long vanished glaciers that dumped great stones miles from their origins.
I thought of a re-classification of art where Blake, Van Gogh and Pollock are Igneous tapping directly into the raw magma of life and consciousness alongside Primitive Art. Art built from visible fragments of layers of older art would be Sedimentary – Monet, Picasso, Moore. Duschamps “Fountain” as some great Igneous “sarsen” stone hurled up from the magma whole and deposited in a surprising new context. Hepworth melting the past into something new but basically chemically identical. The great mountain ranges where Cultures clash together and give rise to new ideas- Magic Realism in South America, Islam and Christianity producing the Tales of the Troubadors and Courtly Love in 12th-14th C Europe. And as with a cycle its on the move and there is a spectrum between the three classifications and artists can move from one to another as they change and mutate their practice and past artists can appear in more than one place.
Well its in its early stages. Not sure how helpful it will be as a personal tool. But it may help me get away from the Mind Map connectivity template that can be a bit rigid and structured for a subject that is forever in flux. It may even address some of the issues raised by Elkins. Not sure exactly how yet.
The Watery Abyss (Sedimentary Limestone 2015). This was about the surfacing of ideas from the place where ideas come from. Looking at it again while thinking about Mapping The Territory helped me reimagine ideas rising from something more molten or layered than water.
Then I thought of a poem I wrote about how things one experiences can be allowed to decompose before being re-composed rather than being used as material immediately.
Don’t Write About These Falling Leaves Just Yet
Don’t write
About these falling leaves
Just yet –
Their colours,
Their trajectories,
Their shapes.
Their patterns
Their sound.
Let them drift and mulch,
Rot and decompose,
Settle and sink
First.

