It was Reading Week last week. I didn’t read. I went to Liverpool though. The Liverpool Biennial is currently on, basically a huge art festival including the works of 242 artists spanning over 27 locations. It was packed. As well as the vast selection of art I was able to view, I also found time to visit the Cavern Club, do a bit of vintage shopping, drink questionable cocktails, and generally have a nice break with some good people.
It was very refreshing seeing artworks from lesser-known artists that I’d never seen before, while still getting to visit the Tate and be impressed by works I’d only previously seen pictures of in books. There was a lot of good art. Vague statement I know… Art that makes you think, that provokes a reaction, in a variety of mediums too. I want to do this sort of thing more often. Getting out of Dundee for a couple of days was bliss, sometimes the studio can just get a bit stifling. Again, this has just reinforced that I need to get going somewhere, keep seeing things.
So our deadline was the 23rd of March. After staying up til 4am the night before, and running into the uni for 8am to position my sketchbooks in my final setup, all I really wanted to do was crash. But there was a bus scheduled at 9 that morning to take us on a day trip to Glasgow. And Rachael doesn’t say ‘no’ to free arting.
Aside from being partially zombified and having to nip away to refuel with coffee every hour and a half, the day was well worth it. We were escorted around Glasgow, hitting all the best art spots. A particular highlight of my day/life was Jeremy Deller’s ‘Sacrilege’, an inflatable replica of Stonehenge pitched on Glasgow Green for the public to bounce on. Amazing. I haven’t felt so giddy in ages. Ah…Art…how I love thee.
The day just got better from there. At the Modern Institute I discovered Paul Thek, an artist I hadn’t really heard of before and who is now definitely on my list to research. At the Mitchell Library I observed an ‘Art Lending Library’. At Glasgow School of Art I said hello to old Charles and his pals. At GoMA I resisted the urge to jump into Karla Black’s mattress of sawdust (possibly due to sleep deprived state?). I also tried Quorn and rediscovered a love of Mocha Latte.
A fantastic end to studio practice, I must say. I would advise anyone to take a look at whats going on at the GI Festival. My summary of it is probably a bit lacklustre in comparison to whats really happening there right now.