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Private Views have been on the quiet side...
I haven't really seen anything in LDN worth reporting back
and Wysing Arts was a bit f a nightmare...
I will make a trip to Cambridge though in the next few weeks.
ARCO Madrid as well as Barcelona in a week will be rad.
I did however pop into Abigail Reynolds' first London solo show
Coming out of hibernation a touch early I feel, but then I don't think one is often afforded time to stop in this busy city. As I write this blog I am nearing the end of my 24hr fast in solidarity with the people who are going hungry in my homeland Zimbabwe. Of course the reality in Harare where I grew up is that people are somehow still surviving and there are still pockets of town where creative people get together. Get drunk and listen to a band on a Wednesday night. Of course you have to buy your beers in US dollars now.
Royal Art Lodge were an art collective
based in Winnipeg. Over the years they
have had a few different members and had
their last show as a collective at
The Liverpool Biennial but still continue to
create art, original member Neil Farber
and Michael Dumontier still work
collaboratively.
Royal Art Lodge's work are are small-scale
Hong Kong has long been criticized for the lack of an artistic scene – But I can report back that there is a scene it’s alive and kicking.
I’ve just returned from 10 days R&R in Hong Kong, Part of which I spent at the ‘Fringe Club’ ... on Albert Rd. Which hosted its annual cabaret and fringe arts festival called the ‘city festival’ whilst I was in Hong Kong.
The Regal Room is a live music venue on top of a jazzed up pub in Hammersmith. Last night, moments away from a bouncing, spotty horde watching Slipknot in the nearby Apollo I nibbled poshed up fish and chips and took in their weekly acoustic night.
Hold on...Hammersmith. Weirdest place on earth right? That drain hole roundabout, the way the streets lead nowhere, the puddling shadows beneath that famous flyover.
A film, shot in night-vision, shows a bird's-eye-view of a remote Siberian town. Unsavoury genetic experiments are taking place. The scientists' buildings, from far above, look austere and forbidding. The town is cold-hearted, desperate. Clouds drift across the freezing sky.
Except none of this exists. The town is papier-maché, the clouds are cotton wool blobs, lollystick lampposts and Lego men are scanned by a common cam-corder.
Spyski is refreshingly daft, not least in terms of the plot, which runs more or less as follows:
