Rammed with shims…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s joke is the one about the two bishops and the stolen bucket of eels – Oh, how we stifled our guffaws as we knelt in prayer!

Last week a couple of my friends whizzed me off in their car to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park about an hour’s drive from Dulltown; we didn’t know what was currently on show there, but we went anyway; it was very nice weather too!
After some rather good sandwiches and tea in the YSP’s surprisingly badly designed cafe we went and had a look at the main indoor exhibition, which was of work by Ursula Von Rydingsvard – she’s not really my cup of tea isn’t Ursula. Most of her stuff seems highly labour intensive, but without a great deal of substance to show at end of it; she does a lot of large works made from smallish pieces of what looks like scruffy reclaimed wood, cedar I think. There was a video showing her making the things too; she came across as being a rather intense person, and perhaps a bit of a humourless one too. (Ursula V R)
As you may have noticed when browsing these pages dear reader, I like to collect extracts from ‘artist’s statements’, the printed sheets which are often pinned to gallery walls in an attempt to explain what the hell the stuff you are looking at is all about. I couldn’t resist copying down a couple of bits of text from Ursula’s show:
‘Droga’ is low and ground-hugging with latent energy of a breaking wave. The ‘head’ – a fractured ring rammed with shims that was the origin of the whole sculpture – leads into a dark cavernous belly…
‘Line’ There is a sense of some seismic event having taken place and a pervasive emotional darkness…
No, sorry Ursula, I don’t think it is necessary to tell us what we should think when we look at your stuff, all that should be the job of the work itself. If it doesn’t do that, it’s not working.
After that we wandered off to have a look at a new outdoor piece by Tracey Emin called Roman Standard; it was a pleasant ten minute walk across the grass, but when we found it it turned out to be just a small model bird on top of a thin metal pole – you could easily miss it if you didn’t keep your eyes peeled, it didn’t really jump out at you and drag you into it’s fabulous birdy world…
However, we did then spot four or five large bronze sculptures by Joan Miro. (J.M.) Oh, they were wonderful – they were full of playfulness, style, humour, humanity, confidence… and yes, class!… Here is a picture of my friend John photographing one of them. I wonder what it’s thinking?…


About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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3 Responses to Rammed with shims…

  1. seriousartcritic says:

    Brings to mind an old instant mash advert. “First they peel them with their knives then they boil them for 20 of their minutes and then they smash them all to bits!”

  2. Pingback: Yorkshire Sculpture Park. 2014 | CrazyArtist.net

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