Thursday, 27 September 2012

The following is the press release for the show I posted the invite for yesterday:

Corsham Re-formed
Private View
12 October 2012, 6pm - 9pm
Show runs
11- 20 October 2012 
Thur - Sat, 12pm - 7pm

This show explores the continuing influence of a uniquely British institution, Bath Academy of Art. The artists are drawn from the final years of the college’s independence in Corsham, near Bath in Wiltshire, over 20 years ago. A small number of the group moved to East London in 1987 and have been pursuing their creative work, some alongside other careers, ever since.

Inspired by the exciting developments in the arts in Waltham Forest over recent years, the artists decided to bring this larger group together for a celebration of their achievements as well as to note the significance of the three years that were spent immersed in the art college community. These artists live and work in Chester, Bath and Devon as well as in London, and all continue to develop the creativity that was uniquely formed in Corsham.

the following is an extract from an essay by Stephen Clarke
In a paper for a series of conferences at the Tate Gallery in the early 1990s, the artist Susan Hiller related the comment that whereas Paris has artists’ cafes and New York has artists’ bars, in England we have art colleges. She then went on to elaborate that the function of the British art college was to validate a professional path but tied to this was its nature as a socialising body. British art education, she says, “has been a rite of passage more than a form of training, a situation where older artists influence, criticise and sponsor younger ones and where the younger ones keep their elders on their toes”. This relationship between master and pupil, authority and the acolyte, was neatly visualised by another artist, Tom Phillips. As an introduction to a profile of his own work on BBC2 television in 1989, Phillips traced his lineage from his own tutor/master Frank Auerbach through to Auerbach’s tutor Bomberg, followed by Bomberg’s tutor Sickert, and so on until he reached Raphael. Many of us who went to art college can trace a similar lineage. We were all taught by artists who were taught by artists. It is a ‘vertical’ chronology stretching through time.

Alongside this vertical heritage is a horizontal plateau. On this plateau are our contemporaries at college, our fellow students. We look across to their example; we learn from the work that they have done; we acquire skills that they have forged; and we take sustenance from both their encouragement and their criticism. It is easy to label this as mere influence but in both cases, tutor to student and student to student, it is more a matter of dialogue. This dialogue does not end with college, it can last many years as can be seen with this group and their current exhibition project.

All of the artists in this exhibition went to the Bath Academy of Art, in Corsham in the mid 1980s. What is apparent from the work of these artists is the emphasis upon crafted skills honed in the studio rather than conceptual critique sharpened in the seminar room. Although art and design education in Britain still thrives it has become something different. The conferences referred to above sought to look at the state of British art education in the 1990s. Twenty years on perhaps we are still asking what should the art college of the twenty-first century be? 

Stephen Clarke is an artist, writer, and lecturer based in the northwest of England.

Tuesday, 25 September 2012


Frank Gambino

1984-87

Previous posted 20 August

Admittedly Frank has given the model, Adrian, a smudged head here, but below is a piece about his portraits, which include the one of Lydia posted on 20th August.
 
"Traditionally at the centre of the art academy was the life room. Drawing the figure from life was an essential skill that all were trained to master. It is the expectation of the man in the street that an artist can capture a likeness – make a drawing of them or their loved one. Life class drawing is much more than this. It demands honest looking, and the result might not be attractive. Frank Gambino continues to work from life with the basics of drawing, a stick of charcoal and a sheet of paper. As he states: “My work is a record of the time I spend drawing the people who are in my pictures.”  It is not just a finished result that we consider, but also the event of making a drawing. Gambino has described his drawings as ‘big ugly heads’, not very flattering to the sitters but this label gives heft to the drawings as worked events."
From Stephen Clarke's introduction to the forthcoming Corsham Re-formed Show. Clarke is an artist, writer, and lecturer based in the northwest of England.

Monday, 24 September 2012

Claire Palmer
Graphics 
1981-84
Previous post 12 July 2012 
This time of year always really reminds me of being a youth arriving in the magical world of Corsham - just so amazing and atmospheric. Here's my latest piece, extolling the love of paint, in a graphic form. 

Thanks for sending these through Claire. It's nice to see Morrissey included in your poets, as I remember seeing him and The Smiths at Chippenham's Goldiggers in 85. I still cherish the programme.

Sunday, 23 September 2012

Jon Woolfenden
Painting
1984-87

Disco Inferno Part 1
2012 Oil on canvas 180x165


It was early doors in the Swordfish and already like kicking out time.  

Wilson was late as ever, so I sat quietly and killed time with some text conversations.  
“I’m having a pint in the land of the Uglies”  I told Sandra.  She said she was sat at her desk, bored, doing her nails. 
“What colour?” I asked.  
“Disco Pink” came the answer.

Folks were screaming – out of control.  

Wilson arrived, eager to go down to the harbour to take some photos, I finished my pint.  

There was this mad scarlet sky silhouetting the beamers.   The Gantry’s of the ice making factory appeared to hover in a swirling mass of fire;

The heat was on, rising to the top.  

The electric lights above the line of work stores quivered and cast warm hues onto piles of gear strewn around the quay.  

Satisfaction came in a chain reaction.

Back in the Swordy, and there’s one tune I have to find on this juke box…..

I couldn’t get enough so I had to self destruct




Part 1.


http://www.hopecovegallery.com/gallery_124258.html

Friday, 14 September 2012

Simon Ward
1984-87
Previous post 15 August

Crane flyTipulidae

First flying sounds of shaking paper,
then gangly Tsars flapping flickbooks,
my fumbling hand catches
the dog eared fling crows feet.
I had one fine leg pencil line,
my hair nets the restless left
softly landing prayers on my neck
with paddling wings
whilst tremoring legs on walls
search for old stories lost in the corners
until ceilings knock them back
like fine rattling chopsticks
balancing wings
with piano playing legs
they teeter around shadows
stupored by the bumping boredom
dabbing the bed of uncertain reason,
their silhouette line
caught in the spiders web.

Monday, 3 September 2012


©Matthew Andrews

Paul St George
1976-79

When I first set up this blog, someone called Paul St George contacted me, this is his story...

Some years ago an artist by the name of Paul St George happened upon a packet of dusty papers in a trunk in his grandmother’s attic. On further inspection he discovered that they had been the property of his great-grandfather, an eccentric Victorian engineer, Alexander Stanhope St George.

Paul began to read through the papers and discovered a veritable treasure trove: diaries, diagrams, correspondence, scribbled calculations, and even one or two photographs. At first, Paul felt a detached interest in this first hand account of social and cultural history. But as he read on, he became more and more absorbed, until, with a sudden thrill, he realised that these papers could have a greater significance than was at first apparent.

The notebooks were full of intricate drawings and passages of writing describing a strange machine. This device looked like an enormous telescope with a strange bee-hive shaped cowl at one end containing a complex configuration of mirrors and lenses. Alexander seemed to be suggesting that this invention, which he called a Telectroscope, would act as a visual amplifier, allowing people to see through a tunnel of immense length… a tunnel, the drawings implied, stretching from one side of the world to the other.


 


Chris Reynolds (originally Pershouse)
Sculpture
1983-1986

The physical process of drawing & mark making is an integral part of my work, each piece is based upon memory, impressions and chance occurrences.

www.chrisreynolds-art.com

Paul Tucker
Photography
1984-87

Image from a series of photographs taken during the major refurbishment of the William Morris Gallery in Walthamstow: another chapter in the life of this historic building. The Gallery invited Paul to document the transition between November 2011 and May 2012. The resulting images show the interior of the building in a process of change, revealing layers of its past as well as the creation of a new layer for the future. What emerges from the vacant, off duty, spaces is the inpouring of light and a sense of scale. The pictures capture fleeting moments and elements that will fade from view as the finishing touches are added to the house before it returns to public life as a gallery and museum.

www.paultucker.co.uk 

Richard Crooks

Sculpture

1984-87

Original post 16 July 2012

Richard has just returned from 6 weeks in Nepal where he has been artist in residence  at the Kathmandu Contemporary Arts Centre (KCAC), Patan.  He even got a write up in The Himalayan Times!

http://epaper.thehimalayantimes.com/PUBLICATIONS/THT/THT/2012/09/02/ArticleHtmls/VALLEY-INSPIRATIONS-02092012009040.shtml?Mode=1