Showing posts with label Marlow Moss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marlow Moss. Show all posts

Monday, 8 May 2023

Lamorna Art Colony -an exhibition at Penlee House, Penzance

 Lamorna Colony Pioneers
3 May 2023 until 30 September 2023

An exhibition at Penlee House co curated with David Tovey whose new book, an in-depth study of the colony, Lamorna – An Artistic, Social, Literary History, will be available during the show.

 

Lamorna Birch, St Buryan-the Fowling Pool, 1907
 

There is a quite astonishing contrast between the first picture in this show and the last.

Marlow Moss,Composition Yellow,Black and White, 1949

How did art go from looking carefully to observe life to constructing simple abstract compositions?

There is no catalogue for the show but the labels give interesting information which is not too lengthy to take in.
I found I was absorbed in the paintings - the way they were done - and also fascinated by the stories of the artists and their bohemian enclave.
Then there is also the visual information of what the artists were observing of life, the social history, the clothing and interiors as well as landscape.
So, three aspects that make it a really enjoyable experience.

Munnings Cattle watering in a stream, Zennor

I found the surprise for me was just how lively Alfred Munnings’ work is. Its the wildness of his bruhstrokes that I noticed. A close up of a section of a painting of cows in a field could be a twentieth century abstract expressionist work.

Munnings , detail from 'Cattle Watering in a stream, Zennor, 1912



Munnings I know made a notable speech denouncing Picasso as a charlatan, at the Royal Academy, but he was more modern unconciously than perhaps he realised.

The item I would have liked to take home with me was a ceramic figure of Laura Knight made by Ella Naper. It reminded me of similarly lively works made by the early artists of the Russian Revolution with its vigorous charm.

 

Ella had modelled for Laura Knight’s ‘“Spring’ of 1915,  the landscape background of which the painter risked incarceration to draw as during the first world war outdoor drawing was banned.


There are a couple of other Knight’s, and in ‘My Lady of the Rocks’ there’s rather an awkwardly proportioned figure as if collaged on top of the landscape.

Dod Proctor’s ‘The Steps  at Oakhill Cottage’ 1910, is a delightful early work of observation.


Harold Knight’s ‘Portrait of Robert Morson Hughes’1915,  is startling in its use of space in the composition after so many detailed landscapes. Apparantly it was a study for a work of a group of men originally entitled ‘’How to win the war’ as they sat talking in The Wink pub, but it was retitled   less bluntly when shown at the RA.


 

 Coincidentally Rupert White’s ‘Magic and Modernism’has just been published, which describes the two paths of modernism and surrealism, the latter an uncensored anti bourgeois disorder whereas modernist abstraction aimed to make a more harmious world after the chaos of war. And we see these two divergent approaches in the work of Ithell Colquhoun, and John Tunnard - both weird and surreal and Marlow Moss with her constructed order. 

Ithell Colquhoun, Rock Pool, 1957




How varied art is       

John Tunnard, Arena, 1959


 

 

- observation, imagination, chaos and calm and a treat from way down in Lamorna.





Monday, 10 June 2013

Summer Tate St.Ives , first and second looks.


First thoughts on the Summer 2013 show at Tate St.Ives.

The first room is all Marlow Moss. There's a book you can look at but it's out of print, not in the shop. A friend tells me it's quite possible Mondrian got his ideas from Moss, not the other way about. However, maybe he did it better? I don't like the awkward way some canvasses are attached to the frames or the way she has signed several on the front, spoiling the abstract design. Still it's great to see more than the usual one thing by her.

The curved gallery has some grey paintings, one with an attractive splodge of glitter by a woman called RH Quaytman.

Downstairs there are some lovely Hepworths, oddly paired with work by a woman who alters photos and produces old fashioned looking mildly amusing collages of women's hairstyles using shells etc. They are small. 
The blurb on the wall claims similarities in form and 'the spiritual' whatever that means, between Linder and Hepworth, which strikes me as ludicrous.
Presumably it is this artist called Linder who decided to mount the Hepworths on preposterously pompous huge geometrical plinths and hang a horrid white nylon curtain, like something in a temporary clinic, to hide the fantastic sea view. It is inelegant.


It's nice to see the Hepworth maquette with small marble if figures, made from a fireplace, but I want to  walk all round it and there isn't really room.
Hepworth figures with others seen through a window.

There's a ballet in the back room, choreographed by Linder and Tindell, filmed so that it focuses on certain partial views, whereas at a live ballet one chooses where to look so this film is rather frustratingly choosing  for us. I love ballet so I will be back to watch it.

In what sense can Linder be said to have a 'radical, feminist practice' as it says in the booklet? I cannot see any sign of it.

Back upstairs there is a space with three small harlequin designs, said to make 'a highly charged space' a description which makes no sense to me. It's the work of Gareth Jones.

In the next room there is a video by Nick Relph about tartan with lovely colours, overlapping images, and this takes my attention so I look forward to seeing it all through another day.
Next is a room about Heron  and Crysede and some letters he wrote home, textile designs, nice to see.

Last room. Audience participation, we can take up to ten pages photocopied from the artists's library. His name is Allen Ruppersberg. 
(Is it significant that the women artists conceal their gender by not having recognisably women's names?)
 Apparently the whole display , how the boxes are placed etc. was minutely planned and done.
 It's fun to take stuff and think why I am choosing it.  I notice a lot about women poets and also choose an image if the Taj Mahal because I have been there. I am seeking connections between things and with me. I like the idea, wish I'd thought of it.

So, first impressions. A tremendous mixture -the contemporary less than astounding, the old not so very impressive either, apart from the Hepworths, which are shown in a rather perverse way.







Second Look at Tate St. Ives Summer show.
I went in again partly to do some drawings to illustrate my blog.
However, I decided to take the tour. There was only one other person, a woman, and the tour giver was Vicky Leach, who had chosen to show us the four women artists in the show, which I was delighted about.
Moss had wealth but also had the luck to be rescued from alcoholic stupor in a Paris gutter by Netty Nijhoff, a journalist who introduced her to important folk and became her partner and nurturer. They were separated in the war but reunited in Lamorna afterwards.
However, I decided to take the tour. There was only one other person, a woman, and the tour giver was Vicky Leach, who had chosen to show us the four women artists in the show, which I was delighted about.

We spent quite a time in the Marlow Moss room. It seems she was a follower of Mondrian after all, one he met and encouraged. In Cornwall she had not been able to move in the Nicholson / Hepworth circles and probably was cold shouldered partly because she was a lesbian. She changed her name fro Marjorie to the less gendered Marlow and presented herself with a male styled persona.









3D construction by Marlow Moss


Giving the work more time and hearing about the life of the artist made me much more appreciative of her. I wondered if Gluck, another lesbian contemporary, had encouraged her use of frames from which the paintings stick out in relief, as I know Gluck developed a specific type of frame for herself.
Next we turned to RH Quaytman, born 1961, who hid her gender in case it stopped her career progression. It turns out what I saw as decorative surfaces have significance as post 9/11 American images full of references to the twin towers. I now saw the red,green,blue stripes as possible references to t.v. coverage and Vicky suggested the glitter, actually diamond dust, was a metaphor for us all being being stardust.

Lastly we turned to Hepworth , wondering if pregnancy and motherhood had been expressed when they occurred, and seeing possible references to Cornish giantesses. Linder had also changed her name to remove the female gender first name of Linda.
She had been a feminist performance artist, but none of us knew of this.
We agreed that Barbara's keeping her gender clear was more help to women's aspirations and also that we had learnt from and enjoyed the tour
Linder Ballet, drawn from the film.





Before that I saw whole of Linder's ballet video and enjoyed it whilst wondering why the dancers wore strange head pieces as if ready to spin on their heads, which did not happen. They were all very thin and pale with dark 70's style eye make up and men in dark costume, women in muted lemon, pink and brown with a subtle hint of animal print. They moved in complex ways, entwining and climbing over one another, and one amongst an audience seated on the floor, like anaemic, timid creatures from another galaxy, to live electric music a bit like the bbc electronic workshop, Dr Who, tubular bells shades of. The lighting cast long shadows and the overall effect was mesmerising and soothing. An attendant agreed with me that the time of the video, about 25 minutes, should be displayed, and had asked for this to be done along with a photo of Hepworth's 'Family of Man' which was said to have inspired it.




I returned to the video about tartan and fashion etc by Nick Relph. Again no time was given. There are three videos, blue, red and green, shown superimposed as a 'restless collage' which I loved for its rich colours, like succeeding screen prints with snatches of audible sound track and a quote about turning off the mind to just look and enjoy abstract visual qualities. Tartan was referred to as 'saying where it comes from.'
So, there was a link with the three colours in the earlier paintings by Moss and by Quaytman and the three coloured projections, between the fashion in the hairstyle photos and the video and the cloth in the tartan references and the Heron fabric design.
Still rather a baffling show as far as being cohesive goes.
I'd missed my chance to invade the 'family workshop space' by taking so long looking around this time, but it seems invidious to exclude lone people without children from enjoying the art materials.
If you go to see this show I strongly recommend taking a free tour to hear some background and slow yourself down enough to enjoy the art work. Listening and contributing to discussion I find triggers the brain cells into action.