Walking into the Exchange I saw a lot of video screens and a lot of explanatory texts.
I instantly felt a bit depressed - that I could not be bothered, that artists seem to think a video that bores you to death with its glacial pace can compete with the snappy speed we are used to in tv.
However, something kept me trying and I slowed down enough to look around.
I found a project about involuntary infertility which I wanted to read about although I thought it was approached far too obliquely and symbolically to pack the punch visually that Melanie Stidolph's written accounts had.
Naomi Frears shows two videos- not too long- one using written memories about her father dying and the other images of men falling off their surf boards in a variety of balletic and amusing ways. She makes a strange connection between the two and it’s eloquent.
Then I drove over to Newlyn. Here there’s a lot of playful stuff - from a bronze fish finger
with its own sound of the sea by Eleanor Turnbull, to sea shanties with a gay slant by Rhys Morgan and choir, found seashore objects and similarly constructed complex creations by Anna Harris
and a beautiful dark stool made from ancient washed up wood by Alistair and Fleur Mackie.
Oh and video of synchronised swimmers for environmental improvement.
There’s a lot more at both places and Blair Todd has chosen and given a chance to exhibit to a variety of artists who aren’t all the usual suspects.
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