3 Days in the Corner

Up to Liverpool for a 3 day Biennial blast, giving me plenty of time to take in the diverse nature of Britain’s biggest contemporary arts festival.

Before my Thursday session in Daniel Knoor’s “Naked Corner” I went to the Europleasure building for Alfredo Jaar’s “We wish to inform you that we didn’t know” an emotional, thought provoking piece that left me not so much angry as disappointed at the ignorance of the “civilised” world.  Then next door for Cristina Lucas’ “Touch and Go” which is supposed to convey messages of the fragility of the capitalist system which passes through and leaves decaying remnants - yes it did, but it was also the perfect fun antidote to the Jaar installation.

I was joined by my twitter friend Scott (@merseytart) and stripped to our pants we took up residence in the window, our corporate messages were “A diamond is forever” (Scott) and “Just do it” (me).  Performing with someone else was a very different experience to the other week, as the audience are not focusing solely on you and you can observe the interaction between viewer and model whilst occupying the same space.  The most surreal moment was a woman down on her luck, albeit numbed by the effects of the can of special brew, who crossed from the other side of the road and licked a smiley face onto the window in front of us…

Friday morning came and I was alone, the message I had chosen was “Join the debate” and this brought out another aspect of the viewing public, whereas the earlier messages had simply been read, the audience took this one as an instruction, and I had countless people knocking on the window asking “what debate?” or “what are we debating?”  Although the project is about the ownership of language, I put my own spin on this and invited the audience to debate about whatever they wanted, including two elderly ladies who starting a good natured argument about whether it was art, so I told them, there you go, you’re having your debate…

Friday afternoon I took in Laura Belém’s “The temple of a thousand bells” a most beautiful piece and in a classically perfect setting, followed by Danica Dakic’s “Grand Organ”, another uplifting piece which brought together the amazing organ of St George’s Hall, with the building’s other role as court of justice.  The time period of the Hall’s conception was also inferred with the children looking like workhouse kids one minute and gentrified scholars the next.

On to Saturday and with no-one else taking part I had a split shift from 11am to 1pm and then from 2pm to 4pm.  This gave me time for a quick look around the Biennial installations in the Bluecoat before heading to Renshaw Street.  My chosen message for Saturday was “Capitalist Tool” which I felt probably sums up the objectivity of standing in the window, those portals for the manufacturers and retailers to prise your hard earned, or ill gotten, gains out of your pockets.  Midday I met with my friend and fellow plinther (Gormley‘s “One and Other”) Jensen Wilder who bought me lunch, a delightful mug of “scousers’ breakfast” tea and brought me up to date with what was going on with his life.   Then it was a quick tour of the upper floor of the old Rapid building, before my second performance of the day, which meant I was there when the 3:30 tour came around, which was informative and gave me a deeper insight into what I was actually doing!

Once dressed, it was off to St Luke’s church where I met some Spanish tourists who recognised me from earlier and wanted a clothed picture of me too, then to FACT for a warming mug of chocolate, and there I meet some ladies who asked “did we see you naked earlier?”  Well at least people noticed what my face looked like!

A fast train to London, and onto the disorganised chaos that is public transport in the capital on a weekend.  London is fun, but my heart was lagging 200 miles behind me as I descended into the Nether World of Hades, or the Northern Line as London Underground prefer to call it..

The Art Wot I Was In

Its unbelievable that a year has passed since the end of Antony Gormley’s One & Other project on the Fourth Plinth.  My unexpected hour in the spotlight was on Friday 2^nd October at 6pm – and if you are going to stand naked in the middle of London then 6pm on a Friday is as good a time as any!

It was a fantastic experience which saw me actually taking part in an artwork for the first time, having just been an observer before.  The various ways that 2,400 people came up with to spend their hour of fame was inspiring, whether it was just sitting reading a book; raising money for their charities; creating their own artwork within an artwork; or casting caution, and clothing, to the wind and celebrating the amazing piece of natural engineering that is the human body.

It also got me into tweeting, which is a fantastic way to interact with people (the tweets during TV programmes such as Question Time and The Apprentice are often more entertaining and informative than the programmes themselves). 

Art participation is addictive though, and this year has seen me naked in Salford with Spencer Tunick (Everyday People) and up in my home city, in my pants, for Daniel Knoor (Naked Corner) at the Liverpool Biennial.  I know, you’re thinking I’ll drop my trousers at the drop of a hat… and you’d be right!  I think its overcompensation for being chronically shy as a child.

I’ll be back in Liverpool for another 3 days of the Biennial next week, more details about that in my next blog, but meanwhile, I’m over in Trafalgar Square this evening to meet up with some of the plinthers to mark the anniversary of the end of O&O and to have a look at the book of the project which was published today.

This weekend as there isn’t any rugby for Kings Cross Steelers RFC, I’ll be at Tate Modern for a longer look/walk/feel of the Ai WeiWei Sunflower Seeds installation in the Turbine Hall and at the Wapping Project Bankside to catch the Elina Brotherus exhibition before that ends next week.

Whatever you do this weekend, enjoy!

How much is that scouser in the window

The requirement to wear plain, unbranded underwear for my spell in Daniel Knorr’s Naked Corner, caused a dilemma, which lead to me ironing a pair of boxers for the very first time!  Well it was a Sunday, so I had to look my best.

After choosing a slogan, “Vorsprung Durch Technik”,  I was painted up and like a thousand mannequins before me taken to my shop window.  Following a quick chat with the previous performer, I was left to watch the comings and goings on Renshaw Street, and for the comers and goers to watch me of course.

I’ve stood alone, and naked, on Trafalgar Square’s Fourth Plinth (One & Other, Antony Gormley 2009) but this felt very different, being on street level meant I was very close to the audience, and most of those didn’t know I was going to be there until they were 6 feet away.

The reactions were mixed: children pointing; middle-aged Germans who read the slogan and took it all very seriously; families who thought it all a laugh; or families where the father looked back for a little too long…; some people smiled, and some ignored the whole thing; a woman stopped her car, took a photo and shouted “you’ve made my day”;  a war veteran gave me a thumbs-up; a group of teenagers, stood and studied, but declined the invitation to take part; girls headed into town for a drink;  lads heading home with their shopping. 

At 6pm, my time was up, time to leave the window empty for the night; time to get dressed and walk into the street; time to become just another face in the crowd.  But time goes quickly and I’ll be back.

“Be seeing you”

when twitter ain't long enough

After using Twitter for a while, you suddenly realise that far from having not much to say, you just can't say what you want in 140 characters, so blogging it has to be.

I'll try to inform and entertain on here, hopefully I won't bore you.

I had a blog published the other week about my exploits at the Liverpool Biennial so the first thing to do is copy that, which I'll do, when I've finished my skinny latte....