Showing posts with label Lanyon. Show all posts
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Monday, 7 May 2007

Exert - page 122 from Circular Walks around Rowley Hall by Andrew Lanyon























Before reading the applied narrative in the text the image seems to speak of the maliability of photography, with its presentation of a seemingly true occurance; presentation of fact. It appears seemless, and true, one frame, one shot, although also with an archaic feeling grainy texture which might hide all maner of things. On closer inspection the documentation seems to be of the same object; it is only when we see them in parellel do we reasise the significance of its size of printing.
The two objects are aligned to the right, in direct comparision to each other, another element which tells of the relationship between the two items; one which would exist even if they were different objects, and different from each other; it applies an insinuated contrast in the scale, and space filled by one thing, as opposed to another.
When these items then become instruments used for measurement, it then questions firstly their function; as they are available via photography they can be rendered at any size. In the book, the inches in either ruler are not in 1:1 radio with the real measurement, or true size of either object: it is impossible to tell whether they were made this way or photography; they may really be odd sized rulers.
With text the two image/one image becomes part of a larger narrative; Lanyon's book tells the histories of three charccters who make bizarre experiments, each in they own interests and subjectjective views of life. In ther books they become defined by their own indifidual activities and how they cope with each others.
The first line on page 123, after the above image, begins to read in contrast: 'Vera admits there did actually come a time when she found herself agreeing with Walter that every form of art is dangerous, one of many from her subconscious . . .' Another play on the believeability, and truth of sight of the image presented by the author/artist, it seems to reveal the conquest of this image.
The manipulated scale also reminds me of the Marcel Broodthaers piece earlier.

Exert - page 67 from Circular Walks around Rowley Hall by Andrew Lanyon






















Click on Image for larger view, or, read transcribed text below:

In the 1980s the vicar of St Ives said 'the stench (of fish) is so terrific as to stop the church clock'. By Walter's day, fishing had declined and the town smelled instead of turps, that embalming fluid with which artists stop time.





















Detail.

Another exert - again Circlular Walks around Rowley Hall, Page 86






















Since St Ives overflowed with inns and chapels, it was as full of words as images and fish. There are, furthermore, words peculiar to the place which continue to fox incomers to this day, such as ' The Island', which is not really an island at all. That central feature of the place is not what it says it is worried visitors for years, and many ended up on Vera's couch. In consquence, reality has never been able to get a firm grip, not just because of the radiation, but because of a wayward native element. Those critics who blame artists for the unsettled nature in the area just do not know the locals. Vera even considered a total ban on art for a trial period, to see if it might recover. In her heart of hearts though, she knew otherwise.





















Detail.

Saturday, 17 March 2007

'Andrew Lanyon has been bringing out the Rowley books in beautiful limited editions for the past 20 years. This selection from the first 12 of them is the first time their remarkable content has been made more generally available. The author is the son of one of the foremost of the St. Ives artists, Peter Lanyon, and so was brought up in the strange atmosphere of a fishing village overwhelmed with “high culture"; his ambivalent feelings about this invasion underpin the narrative.'

Text from Atlas Press website.

Exert - page 98 from Circlular Walks Around Rowley Hall by Andrew Lanyon






















Text reads : 'The Progress of Art'
A chronicle of the disintegration of the real world, broken up through the loss of its image components.