60 WRD/MIN ART CRITIC @ THE EXCHANGE CORNWALL, UK 19/10/11 1:40PM
Light on a body of water needs no help to enchant even a jaded
eye, so the artist who takes it on as subject tasks herself
with improving on nature. In “dip to white” Caro Woods
attempts to do just that, with video editing software as her
magic tool. Alas it proves less than wondrous. But someone, or
something, spectral does emerge in “Abracadabra,” a haunting
young woman painfully stranded on the other side of a grimy
glass. The video’s clunky title and maudlin soundtrack don’t
do the girl’s delicately rendered plight justice, but it’s
there to be helplessly moved by all the same.
(‘dip to white’ can be seen in a previous post Making Waves. I don’t think Lori noticed that “….this is my first short experimental film which I have used as an exercise to get to know my way around some new editing software“…. and was indeed using some magic tools in a playful way, rather than trying to “improve on nature”. I totally accept it’s not a purist’s version…hey ho. If you would like to see the full text and picture version of my presentation as a pdf file, I would be happy to send you a copy if you email me via: firstname.lastname@example.org.)
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Take one slender young gazelle of a woman who happens to be the itinerant, 60 wrd/min art critic, Lori Waxman. Feed her some artists hoping for critical praise, and you have the ingredients for a performance like no other. There are few clues to hint at Lori’s personality (note first name terms here), except that she is informally dressed and when she does speak, which is not often, it is with a gentle American accent. But she’s over here, and in your area for one day only. Give the critic an office desk with some real potted plants, an assistant receptionist who may or may not be open to bribes, in a room preferably attached to a public art gallery, and the stage is set.
The atmosphere is reverend and filled with a slightly awkward air of expectation that something, anything might just happen. The artists and other interested people who stroll into this arena are not quite sure how to behave, and speak in hushed tones. Some visitors may stride in confidently and greet the scribe to which they get an assured response hinting at a level of acquaintance already received. Other visitors may either saunter over to read the reviews already posted on the board, look at the artwork on display awaiting critical attention, or stand and watch the screen as the words tumble out in sync with the letters tapped out on the critic’s keyboard. Here, the very essence of Lori’s working method are publicly exposed: phrases are toyed with, arrested mid-sentence; reworked; checked; words looked up or rearranged in a different order, until finally the review is spat out, emerging in the form of a well-crafted critique.
For me it begged the question, why? I wondered why anyone might subject themselves to such a public display of the often messy business of creative flow which to me would feel like spilling my guts. Ms Waxman neatly summed up her answer in an email. “…….. As to your questions, in terms of writing, yes, it does flow quite easily for me, though that doesn’t mean it isn’t very hard work. But just as you have your medium, I have mine, and mine is words. The composure bit is very natural — I’m an exceedingly, even excessively calm person. And the ‘on show’ business is, well, part of why I do the performance. I’m otherwise never on show, since writing is such a solitary art. Having an audience of the people I am writing about is a provocative tension for me.” Ah! I get it now.
Some artists, however, just can’t hack it and flee whilst their work is under such intense scrutiny. Another artist hovers menacingly behind the wordsmith as she reviews the work. I was curious and stayed to witness my fate, not only keeping a discreet distance but also careful to avoid eye contact in case I interrupted the flow of superlatives that my work was bound to invoke. (Sadly not to be….the review I was gifted with will be published in my next post. I believe all the reviews will be published in the Cornishperson soon).) I was not alone, however, and despite my own wounded pride, I was pleased to have been a willing participant of this unique performance. Thanks Lori.
What have I let myself in for?
I’m one of the artists who has requested and been granted (on a first come first serve basis) a short ‘review’ slot to show my work to the prolifically published art critic, Lori Waxman. I am feeling both privileged and daunted at the same time. And it all takes place next Wednesday at The Exchange here in Penzance (my review is scheduled for 1.30 pm), as part of a one day review fest.
The 60 wrd/min website states:
“The short review is at once a challenge, an insult, a record, and a piece of advertising. Its purpose is debatable and arguably quite different for the various parties involved: the writer gets a tear sheet, a couple of bucks, and some editorial gratification; the reader, in the best case scenario, gets a succinct, opinionated description of a body of work they probably did not see in person; and the artist gets published recognition and an entry for their bibliography….”
………..and my blog! You can be sure, I’ll be posting the results….. just hope I can live with it and won’t have to resort to going around in paper bag over head mode. It goes on:
“……Reviews are signed, published, and ready for pick-up within the time frame of the performance. Artist, artwork, critic, and review all exist in the same space simultaneously.
Reviews are free of charge, but are not guaranteed to contain positive responses to the work submitted…….”
I may well live to regret it but I admit I am intrigued and excited by the whole, crazy idea of it. Bring it on. I had better go and prepare my pitch.