(a) Taco from Amsterdam and Jaspar is still flogging those chapbooks. Excessive crunching (Hello W!) and shouting.. it’s a bit like the cabbage throwing section of the globe theatre.
A big delay, no sound and then feedback. It’s the large shabby looking fellow I saw earlier on in the studios.
Lots of prestigious teaching. Conceptualist, mete-modernist (we’ll come back to this later.). CRINGE. (How much did it cost to get him over and how long will he stay.) Someone behind me clearly fancies him, I see why, there is a pop star quality about him.
THE WORK! Musical projects, composer. Nature, nurture, number. Categories appeal to me. Deliberately create things (?). Found poetry. Growing database. Collection. Logic. Logistics. Texts. Codes. These are the lowest form of text. They have one purpose and then are thrown away. (perhaps monkey should come along and save them). T thinks they are poetic. Poetry is found in things having more than one meaning, things that conjure ideas of other things in your mind. How can we find poetry in these codes when they have such specific meanings? They are esoteric, but I’m not sure about poetic. Poetry for robots. That kind of knowledge is needed.
Taco is imaginative in that way that scientifically bright people sometimes are, they produce conspiracy theories. Another set of ideas are being presented. Fields-rules-pitch. Something has just clicked, It is interesting but the ideas are not what I need, I want to know how it happens. Where he started. (this is what I liked about Amanda Beech’s presentation). I can flick through a book or catalogue and find the ideas of other artists. What could he bring to us that can only be brought in person? His presence is required. I can’t find him in the work but neither is he in this presentation. Having all the answers makes him appear smug. The questions don’t challenge him.
How is he funded? Where does research begin and art work end? Or vice-versa?
Projects and research. Creation. Deed. Maths. Aesthetic. Stylish design. Generate. Digits. Automatic. Forms. Relate. Universe. Potential. Points. Relationships. Lines. Find out. Presented. Level. Enter. Small numerical values. Larger scale. Periodical table. Elements. Chemistry. Numbers. Electrons. Protons. Neutrons. Numbers. Element. Scale. Visible. Results. Melting point. Colour. Results. Result. Numbers. Similar. Numbers. Dots. Lines. End up. Aesthetic. Nerd-o-tronic. Rudimentary. (Not leafy not creatures). Divide. Geometric. Architectonic. Mathematical. Difference. Results. Number values. Programmes. (Research for the sake of it?). Dull and heartless. So the sound was generated by…? How? To make what? And..? So…? Please! ‘I get it!’
What makes a piece of art impressive? Is it the difficulty involved in making the thing? Or in the difficulty in understanding how it was made? This makes it esoteric and akin to sorcery. With this kind of work it is difficult to apply your own thoughts or explanations onto it. Has he told us too much? Just because the idea is clever it doesn’t follow that the work made will be good. (Bryan brings Sol Lewitt in later to make this point). The prime number grid paper works, I can see beyond the image, I can project my own anecdote. Yes, there is a problem when artists talk too much- giving FACTS. Conceptual work seems to go out of date quite quickly. Ironic isn’t it.
This work needs so much explanation that the viewer just gives in to it. We are happy to accept it because the point is not to ask questions of it or challenge it. When was the last time an ordinary person challenged a scientific ‘fact’? We are impressed by the sheer force of it, regardless of it being correct, accurate, right or wrong. Patrick Stewart didn’t have a clue what he was talking about when he played captain Pickard in Star Trek, but I still believed in him.
Taco reminds me of someone like Willy Wonka. He has the space to explore like a scientist and an artist. (I prefer Wonka’s work). I can also see him as a character in a JG Ballard story. Stolk is a brilliant scientist who’s work takes him to the edge of his own reason. David McNab assists him because he thinks what he is doing is emmancipatory, it will liberate them and create a fresh start for what is left of humanity. Stolk doesn’t care about this, he has re-written time and space, invented new notes, flavours, colours, altered the universe. He stops sleeping, he can only count…each second gets a tiny bit longer and finally his mind breaks into a thousand fragments. McNab is left alone in a brave new world…


