A man is not complete when he lives in a vorld of statistical truth. He must live in ze vorld of zis biological truth: man has always always lived in the middle and we think we are able to be born today and to live vithout history? It is a disease! Its absolutely abnormal! Because man is not born everyday. One is born in a specific historical setting vith specific historical qualities. He is only complete when he has a relation to it. It is as if you are born vithout eyes and ears, when you are going up with no connection to ze past. From ze standpoint of natural science, you need no connection to ze past - "ve can just vipe it out" zey say. And zis is a mutilation of ze human being. (Carl Jung on film)
2000Q to Lemmy: WHAT HISTORICAL FIGURES DO YOU ASSOCIATE YOURSELF
In issue 10, we looked forward, but this time (for the good of your mental health) we looked back! (And we didnt turn into a pillar of salt, you know.) For "legs 11" we kicked it old school, cos many moons have passed and art history is in; tributes, condemnations, judgements; unsung heroes of all kinds were called for. Carpe diem! Unbury you dead! Flog that dead horse! Re-write history! we said. And for all your dear sweet Frenchy Orientalists, we encouraaged contributors to interpret our hallowed subject as LEst we forget. I mean how could we forget the East? My nemesis, my love, my oblivion, my ANZAC Day parade
And this is some of what surfaced.
Your humble servants who walk backwards into the future,
Gwynneth Porter (Editor) and Tessa Laird (Contributing Editor)
Sean Kerr page art. Tip YouMcCahon on its end for another angle.
Richard Meltzer, revolutionary rock-writer, turns art historian for a brief moment to tell us about what it was like to study under Allan Kaprow, that Happening guy.
Lee Devenish interviews Joseph Kosuth on the occasion of his recent Wellington exhibition.
The art history department: Wystan Curnows "From the notebooks" - imagine, if you will, it is 1976... You are getting sleepier...
Ronnie Van Hout's bon voyage page art tomfoolery is called Photo Album.
More front-line art history: Julian Dashper and Mark Adams recall The Painting Part and that high school art class favourite Phil Clairmont.
Tessa Lairddisguised as a Log interviewsMichael Stevenson and Steven Brower all official-like on the occasion of their recent collaborative project. Genealogy.
Maddie Leach out-does herself here with an account of a shipping disaster that happened on her very doorstep!
Mathew Coupers studies straight outa our nations capital:Lumiere (2000), White noise tower (1999), Black voice (2000) and Talking (2000).
David Hatcher is a man entranced by the sublime and German mystic Romantics. And lookit! It has manifested in 4 Caspar David Friedrich, page art which features "a train called the caspar david friedrich, last stop, the kliffs (he painted). For the more abstrakt at heart, (its destination) is simply the east, or, for others, the end of Germany, the sheer drop, the edge, the sublime etc..."
Clifford Chans pensive character is Untitled.
And Gregory Dale Adamson gives us the low-down on the kiwi Diaspora.
DX Raiden on Muzac. It needed to be said.
Brett Levine cut his teeth on Westerns, compadre...
Headstone, Invercargill (1995) is grave Southland bad-lands page art from Haru Samushima.
Northern explorer Fiona AmundsensBristol Square, Bristol 1997. Swivel it 90°
Sean OReillyshows everyone else up with his shameless renaissancemannery.
The Physics Room pages this issue document the Nick Spratt curated show, The Drivers, andV.P.Lumbs ficto-lecture series Fact or Fiction: Meditations on Mary Finger
Zounds! Its Bryce Galloways "Confessions of a Teenage Gothic".
Tessa Laird busts some moves on the fertile plain that is the work of Bill Hammond.
Melissa Laings Sprachanlage - buzz me up huh?
Louise Garrett penned us a delicate OE story from the nouveau-German community that coined the term "nonpat".
Everything we left out, plus an art heist scoop courtesy of Judy Darragh...
Whats the funny smell coming from that suitcase? Angelique Kasmara has some clues...
Cover: a Daniel Malone lest-we-forget remodelling of documentation of his 1997 work, Slant-Eyes ("one cabinet built to museological specifications and with the same exaggerated perspective as the vases it contains - mdf, glass, linen, one pair of Fukien Ware vases from the Oriental Room collection, Auckland War Memorial Museum. It was sans poppies for the show") from The Oriental Room project. Curated by Jacob Faull, this was staged in the Auckland War Memorial Museums Oriental Room before it was deemd out-moded, and stripped out. Reaction is indeed the opium of the masses. Incidentally, the hill on which the museum stands is called Pukekawa, or "hill of bitter tears".
Poster: Lauren Winstones I had a feelin (1999). The world wobbled and behold! There was polar fleece and He was well pleased.
Web contents for issue 11:
This issue we have a special web project courtesy of Chris Chapman, Director of the Experimental Art Foundation in Adelaide by day, something else by night evidently... Said Chapman of all tomorrow's parties: "It's deliberately banal but I hope sums up a certain (a)historical imperative (haha)." And "These photos were shot in the kitchen and lounge room of the house I currently rent in the inner-southern suburbs of Adelaide. They show not only how certain objects and images construct a sense of subjectivity via domestic space, but record moments where these things signal evidence of a certain kind of human interaction and the possibilities for the development of various narratives. The two characters clearly represented in these images are my brother Simon (with cig in mouth) and my friend matt (reading art/text magazine). The images are also evidence of the presence of visitors: Simon & Mum, Tessa, Dan, Kevin, Matt."
We also have accounts of three exhibitions, if you can call The Bienalle of Sydney an exhibition. See into the fabulous Darian Zam's social diary for the full-length story... There is also Nick Spratt's write-up of the rm3 show, Reanimator; Joyoti Wylie's account of the Govett-Brewster Gallery's Drive - where it's my way or the highway,