Before
leaving for my long spring holiday in Japan and in Italy, I had a busy
interesting time attending poetry readings, open mic events and exhibitions. In
February I attended a riveting gathering at
Watts Gallery in Compton. The venue was a beacon in the darkness of the country
road displaying George Frederic Watts’ artwork as well as
temporary exhibitions. The poetry reading was in the main gallery surrounded by
the fascinating symbolist pictures by Watts. Jo Shapcott was the protagonist, a
multi-awarded poet who read from her new and less new work in conversation with
Christina Rossetti and Emily Dickinson.
Rossetti
interpreted the idea of the muse from a woman’s perspective, different from
what she was familiar with in her brother’s studio. Shapcott plays with this
idea as well, alluding to a male muse and to oral sex. Some of Shapcott’s and
Rossetti’s poems focus on the ‘after death’ theme where the poet imagines the
thoughts of the dead, her consciousness alert though her body is lifeless:
I thought I
knew my death
so when,
after a bee buzz
of an
afternoon, the rain started
and the fine
hairs rose on my neck
and the long
hairs tugged my scalp
and my mouth
stank of seaweed
and a tingle
ran round my wrists,
I didn’t
recognise her. She lit
a green
flame over my head
and even
then I didn’t get it. She threw
me yards
back, traced her filigree
red cartoons
on my palm until
I was gone
and still I didn’t know.
(Jo
Shapcott, ‘The Deaths’, Mutability,
2010)
No
transcendence is implied but a keen observation of the connections with the
living. Pain and illness are also explored as both Rossetti and Shapcott
suffered from Thyroids and breast cancer, which Shapcott could cure while
Rossetti died of it. An exhibition of Christina Rossetti’s work and her
portraits, painted by her brother Dante Gabriel, were on display in the near
rooms. The illustrations and rare editions commemorated the great Victorian
poet with interesting captions that enhanced her career and creativity.
My husband
and I also spent a wonderful afternoon at the British Museum visiting three
free exhibitions: Rembrandt, thinking on paper;
Reimagining Captain Cook, Pacific
perspectives; and The World Exists to
be put on a Postcard. All of them will be on until 4th August. My
favourite one is the postcard exhibition which shows apparently common
commercial objects transformed in provoking artworks. They are graphic artistic
postcards with sexual, satirical and political undertones, thought-provoking
and funny. The content of the cards is challenging and experimental though they
feature a traditional size.
The three
hundred postcards on display are from the 1960s and 1970s donated by Jeremy
Cooper and arranged in different sections such as landscapes, portraits,
altered and political. A postcard is a simple means to self-publish, distribute
and advertise your work and to avoid the traditional gallery exhibitions. It is
more domestic, understated and yet effective in its own way. Some of the postcard picture significant
single objects such as shoes, a cup or post boxes, others are more mysterious,
they have clouds, an eye or famous monuments from different perspectives. The
focus is on keen observation that aims to explore the subject avoiding
judgement and leaving a brief statement in the viewer’s mind. There are some
manipulated pictures like the Statue of Liberty falling down or the Mona Lisa
with washing instructions under the portrait. There are a lot of naked or
skimpy dressed people and political statements such as ‘War is Over’ or ‘I don’t
give a shit what your house is worth.’ Of course, Margaret Thatcher is portrayed as well as Ronald
Reagan. The world in a postcard, as the title of the exhibition remarks, is
small, changeable and exciting.
Rembrandt’s
drawings are superb, they testify the richness and mastery of the artist’s
approach in self-portraits, portraits and landscapes that are work-in-progress executed in etching,
dry point, ink and pen. He depicted ordinary people mostly from the emerging
Dutch middle class such as preachers, collectors and traders. The contrast in light and shadow id deeply
worked marking the chiaroscuro in a dramatic view that conveys accurate details
and personal interpretation. Some of them are very dark, the figures are barely
detectable in the darkness of the background and shades that penetrate and
surround them. It is a vision that provokes and strikes the viewer.
James Cook’s
voyages and explorations in Australia, New Zealand, New Caledonia and Hawaii,
are the subject of the exhibition in room 91. Most of the artefacts were
collected by Cook and the pictures on display are a response of contemporary
artists to Cook’s legacy. It is a way to discuss and reinterpret the adventures of the great
explorer and the consequences of the British rule. There are interesting
objects such as a dog-skin cloak, a war canoe, shells and necklaces and an
impressive costume of a Tahitian chief mourner. Prints from 19th
century and contemporary artworks testify the evolution of Cook’s legacy. He
was famous and respected, his interest in native cultures seemed genuine and
not only aimed to the appropriation of indigenous traditions. He showed
curiosity about the people and places he visited and explored that goes beyond
simple interpretations of mere colonial profit.
Finally, I
saw The Green Book at the cinema and
was flabbergasted by the well crafted plot, the engaging dialogues and skilful
actors. I found the two protagonists a bit stereotyped at times but credible as
well as and thought-provoking. I loved the Italian American guy and felt that the
description of his family was very believable.
My story
doesn’t end here, I also started a volunteering activity at the Lightbox in
Woking. It is Woking museum which does not only hosts interesting exhibitions
but also family events, workshops, lectures and poetry readings. I usually
attend most of them and review the exhibitions for Woking Writing Circle’s
Website. At the moment I am volunteering one afternoon every two weeks prompted
at first by the Red Award university schemes I am completing for the University
of Reading. They asked me for some volunteering hours and I thought it was a
good idea to ask to the Lightbox and contribute to help them in their fantastic
program and projects. It is a good opportunity to meet nice people and be
useful. 😊