ARTYFACTS: December 2012

Monday, December 31, 2012

Art is in the house - House for an Art Lover – Glasgow

As a teenager I came to this part of Glasgow dozens of times, year after year, to watch Glasgow Rangers play at Ibrox. I was there when 66 people died on an exit stair, after Rangers scored a last minute goal and people tried to re-enter the stadium, literally, having come down that same stair a few minutes earlier. There were empty seats on the bus on the way home. We were that close to death.
If you had asked me then if I would be visiting a ‘House for an Art Lover’, a Charles Rennie Macintosh building, I would have scoffed and replied ‘Are ye daft?’. But here I am over 40 years later, across the road at that very building. People change.
It’s a winter’s day and there’s enough grey sky, wasteland and empty buildings to make your yearn for something of beauty. The satnav had already been rendered useless by Glasgow’s celtic broach pattern of motorways and slip-roads but there was no mistaking the white and brown edifice in the park. This is no ordinary shape, not a trace of neo-classical, gothic or baroque forms - too odd, too asymmetric.
House IS a work of art
We stopped on the south side and the first thing you see is the yellowish sandstone decoration. And rows of windows with those characteristic Macintosh small, square windows. This is Glasgow, so there’s a need for windows, and many curved, like the bowed window on the right, to light up the room inside. The back terrace, with its corner pillars and two upturned bowl windows like eyes, tell you that modernism is in the house.  It reminded me of his Scotland Street school, which has a similar structure. What an outstanding idea, to simply add vertical stalks with rectilinear reliefs just below the eaves, to hold the thing together, so that the whole wall is a tableaux, but still that cheeky asymmetry.
This is the back of the house but it tells you immediately that this IS the house of an art lover. It does not contain works of art, it is not just art as interior design, IS a work of art.

Walk to the east side and symmetry gives way to asymmetry with a half-tower flanked by two different sized square towers. The thing about this house is the disregard for unity on the outside, The back, sides and front are radically different forms. But always held together by sandstone reliefs. It's a castle of art.
Round the front, there’s more of that sandstone relief work a set of tall windows set in a sandstone panel. The entrance draws on traditional fortified house architecture with a small, defensive, L-shaped front entrance. Top marks to the young man on the door. He was enthusiastic and informative, unlike the audio guide that truly put the 'tosh' in Macintosh. Academics with useless, long winded, personal anecdotes and trite commentary. It was like listening to a series of bad undergraduate essays. Listen up - brevity is a virtue.
Japanese atrium

Then, into the atrium, with its Japanese inspired black balcony, set upon dark pillars. Tall sets of windows allow light to flood in onto metal and glass wall artworks. It’s like entering a broch, castle or fortified house. This is my son and wife, Vermeer-like, in the cubby seats.The dark wood on the northern side is in contrast with the white rooms on the south. This contrast is a recurring Macintosh theme. With Macintosh you expect, light, creamy white interiors and subtle forms. Not here - this is a war room.
Look up and there’s clusters of orange lights in black metal lanterns. They work perfectly in this space. Macintosh loved lighting. This was the era when electric lighting was replacing gas, and he designed the lights carefully for the intended ambiance of each room. This cluster is a Japanese inspired form with a hint of the Scottish castle grating. Art Nouveau often included vernacular design. In Riga, traditional Latvian themes, England arts and crafts, Brussels the terraced house, Prague Czech forms and here in Glasgow Scottish vernacular architecture, thistles and the Glasgow rose. 

Large dining room
The dining room has a piano at one end surrounded by sexual imagery. Two women either side create vaginal shapes with their hand at their crotches and above the keyboard a huge Macintosh structure (for the initiated a penis being inserted). One of the most fascinating features of Macintosh and Macdonald’s art is its sexual imagery. At complete odds with Victorian values and Scottish Calvinism, the phallic and vaginal forms are everywhere in their work. This was more than an aesthetic break with the past, it was a change in values.
At the other end a fireplace that has literally set fire to Victorian clumsiness. It’s so completely modern that you barely recognise it as a fireplace.
The entire southern side is a wall of tall windows, with Margaret Macdonald tapestries. It was set for a wedding that day and what better place to start your wedded life than in the creation of two of Glasgow’s greatest artists. I liked the idea that they were being used and celebrated by the people of Glasgow eighty years after Macintosh’s death. What an ideal tribute for artists who were so keen to bring art into houses, schools and churches. Art that could be lived.

The lights in the dining room are the familiar, square Macintosh forms, with red glass insets. It’s like a roof of rubies. They're in two rows and flood white light downwards.
Side room

The two tall chairs and long table dominate the room. As they say, a Macintosh chair is always bolder than the person sitting in it. I was surprised, when the young guy who had sold us tickets entered and said ‘Feel free to sit on the chairs’, so we did. They were far more comfortable than they looked. Tall backs - what is that all about? These are power chairs. Chairs for important meetings. They force you to sit upright and rise above the back of your head. They make you look forward. Sit in one and you feel yourself rise in stature. To match this sense of in domitable spirit, tehre's a bold fireplace in grey stone that dominates the west wall. The long table is another, almost medieval statement. However, everywhere in this room are reliefs and stenciled detail.
What I loved was the phallic shape on the back of the chairs. I’m sure thousands come through this building without noticing the erotic shapes.It’s always worth looking up in a Macintosh room. In the dining room, rows of white lights create enough light to show up the Gesso reliefs that surround the room.….

Eastern room
A snug white oval room with four square chairs and two snug chairs. It’s infused with light from the large bowed window and billed as the ladies room. So here she is - Lady Clark. The formal  simplicity of the square table and four tall chairs is stunning. Once again, the oval light reflects the form and focus of the room.
Built from Charles Rennie Macintosh drawings for a competition for a German design magazine, the House for an Art Lover, was built in 1996. What a brilliant idea and great place to end the year, and spend some time with friends. We had a good lunch in the restaurant downstairs and headed off to Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum.
Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum
Great setting in the middle of a park but we’re in one of those Victorian Palaces that are all building and no intimacy or beauty. Maybe it’s because we’d just come from the House of the Art Lover, that it felt too grandiose, too big, too muddled. Even worse are the exhibits. It’s like wandering through a car boot sale from other Victorian art galleries and museums. It’s all stuffed animals and populist ‘Glaswegian’ themes.
We were here to see the Macintosh room in one wing, and that was passable as it had panels, reliefs and original Macintosh and Macdonald pieces. Plucked from their natural settings in houses, and cafes, they looked a little sad. Finally a walk through Glasgow at night, full of post-Christmas shoppers, lots of bustle and a great Italian at Sartos. Brilliant day.

Sunday, December 09, 2012

Root cause of the suicide is hubris around the Royal Family

Hoax calls happen. They're part of our culture. Remember when the Queen took one in 1995 from the supposed Canadian Prime Minister? 
Seems to me that the root cause of the suicide is the hubris around the Royal Family, with that phalanx of Royal Correspondents and the British media pumping up the 'Royals as celebrities' balloon. It's the hubris that caused the guilt in the poor woman who died. She was only plunged into despair because of the supposed subservient nature many take towards these monsters. Why do we need to know about the morning sickness of a pregnant woman - it's perfectly normal? Why are the media camped outside the hospital? When we're investing a foetus with the right to become Head of State, then we're in Gaga land. 
In terms of her guilt, it was an absurd reverence for the Royal Family that was the key, causal factor. She's not the first casualty - remember Diana? As long as The Royal Family, the BBC and others play this game, there will be casualties. This nation's sycophancy for The Royal Family has turned into stalking by the media on behalf of the public.

Saturday, December 08, 2012

The Hunt – for me, film of the year

Mads Mikkelson (won best actor award for this at Cannes) has a face that’s half handsome, half ogre. You spend a lot of time looking at this face but it’s impenetrable. Behind it, however, is suffering. It starts with the suffering of separation from his wife but soon descends into something far more sinister.
We’re in the age of ‘community’, that all-too-easy, empty, utopian word. But a community can be a brutal, bear trap, ready to devour anyone who’s different. The Hunt is a brilliant portrait of an ordinary community gone bad. Of course, a community is never a unified thing. It’s a collection of affiliated peer-groups. A child is the spark but the other children, bonded by over-energetic imaginations, provide the accusations. Then the school, with its peer group of teachers (all women) institutionalise these accusations and bring in the parents, a peer-group of intense protective, self-interest. Beyond this is his hunting/drinking club, (all men) a predator peer-group, who now see him as prey. Finally, the rest of the townsfolk, who reject him on hearsay.
The rest of the cast are spectacularly ordinary, deliberately so, and that’s what makes the events so brutal. There’s four characters who remain above and outside of all this. First, the school cleaner, an immigrant and outsider, who sees through the cant, but is rejected. His son, remains loyal and his Godfather is smart enough to see through the whole thing. Finally, the dog, free from language and the poison of accusation, but also becomes a victim. There’s redemption here in the form of close, personal relationships, as a protective device.
‘Hunting’ is the big metaphor. We hunt in packs, for the fun of it. We join groups who hunt others. At heart we’re all hunters but can easy become the hunted, predators turned prey. As a work of art, this is the equivalent of the Zimbardo experiment, an exploration of the ordinariness of evil, a community and it’s sub-communities, on the hunt. As such, it’s on a par with Arthur Miller’s The Crucible. We’re all capable of this and all, at some time, complicit in groupthink.
Finally, some praise for the Director and production values, and I use the word ‘values’ carefully. Its low key realism is free from gloss. This is real life and life needs the harsh eye of the pure lens, not post-production trickery. There’s no a twee shot in the whole film. It’s as hard as a shard of Scandinavian lake ice with not a hint of romanticism.
The End – or maybe not
And no easy ending. Formally it’s a tragedy and avoids the idea that narratives need to resolve things. That’s why the ending is a masterstroke. In every community the touch of collective evil carries on from generation to generation – it’s always there. For me, the film of the year.