Live Weekends: Last of the Red Wine @ ICA 9-13th Feb 2011

First published www.thisistomorrow.info 23 Feb 2011

Last of the Red Wine Production shot: Photo: Scott Schwager.

There is a character in Last of the Red Wine, who embodies many of the popular clichés that you might associate with ‘Performance Art.’ Whisper (played by artist Hayley Newman) is constantly involved in the execution of ostentatious projects such as ventriloquising rubbish or touching everything that she sees. Earnest and deliberately obscure, Whisper plays on performance art’s apparent rejection of the notion of performer as entertainer and instead caricatures an individual grappling with more convoluted systems of artistic representation. The result is charming and hilarious, yet also surprising within the context of a project that was pitched as “the art world’s attempt to represent itself more accurately in mainstream entertainment.”

Last of the Red Wine was the sixth of the ICA’s highly successful Live Weekends and was conceived and produced by writer Sally O’Reilly in association with comedy coach Chris Head and a large group of artists, actors, comedians and writers. Evolved from scratch within the space of a week, the project carried a tantalising degree of risk in its alchemising of skills, experiences and no doubt egos, from across disciplines. The programme included five days of writing workshops and performances that were visible to the public, accompanied by a film programme, symposium and an omnibus performance that played host to a lively, sell-out crowd.

From the outset, the symposium set the context perhaps more forcefully than its producers may have intended. The portrayal of artists within mainstream media (including an hilarious show reel of characters from soap operas and sit-coms) stimulated heated debate, but did little to interrogate the rich territory of how meaning is created through representation, or why the language of the televisual is so enduringly pervasive within our culture. Historically, seminal artists such as Nam June Paik and Joseph Beuys have attempted to override dominant cultural codes, by making their own interventionist broadcasts on television. A nod in this direction may have provided a riposte to the simplistic portrayal of the stereotypical artist, which so dominated the conversation.

By Sunday evening the buzz around the final performance was palpable and as a piece of entertainment it did not disappoint. Often though, it fell to the artists in the cast to instigate minor subversions of the otherwise conventional narrative. Artist and comedian Kim Noble abandoned dialogical convention and instead described his character’s stage directions, in an attempt to expose the inner workings of the script. “Shirley exits with a huge sense of foreboding, possible choral flourish to hammer this point home.” Visual artist and performer Bedwyr Williams digressed from the plot into a reverie of weird satire; “a really bad artist is like a warthog that smashes its way through your patio door and comes all over your scalextric…” With this he did more to poke fun at the grandiosity of art making than any of the more elaborate characters created by the rest of the cast.

At times these moments of deviation put me in mind of comedian Chris Morris’s show Blue Jam, which played in the early hours of the morning on Radio One during the late nineties. Blue Jam was an utterly compelling show, but there were reasons why it was relegated to the early morning time slot; its subversive unravelling of radio convention would have been just too unappealing for a prime time audience.

In a recent sketch, stand-up comedian Simon Munnery ridiculed the proposition that “comedy can never be modern art” by asserting that all artistic disciplines must ultimately overlap. While this may be true, a genuinely hybrid work can be very hard to achieve, particularly when dealing with such radically diverse contexts as art galleries and televisions. For this reason, Last of the Red Wine constituted one of the bravest, most bonkers and fascinating exercises in art-making that I have witnessed for a long time. I am already hoping that there will be a second series.

Parfums Pourpres du Soleil des Poles @ South London Gallery 27th Jan 2011

First published www.thisistomorrow.info 27th January 2011

If every human brain functioned perfectly, there would be no psychosis. Nor would there be genius, or other more gentle forms of psychological variation. Synesthesia; the automatic process of linking one sense to another is often considered to be a departure from conventional neurological functioning. Yet according to physician Oliver Sacks, it is in fact inducible in anyone with the correct dose of drugs or hypnosis. ‘Parfums Pourpres du Soleil des Pôles’ was a performance inspired by the synesthesic experience. It sold out South London Gallery for this one off event, with many audience members drawn by the involvement of German visual artist Ulla Von Brandenburg, who is well known in the city after recent exhibitions at Chisenhale Gallery and Pilar Corrias. Its minimal staging featured three reed organs in triangular formation, adjacent to a table fitted with anglepoise lamps, a video camera and a collection of playing card size colour swatches in around thirty shades. Over the course of its hour duration a soundtrack of semi-improvised drone music was interpreted for the audience by synaesthesist Claude-Samuel Lévine, who choreographed a moving image that passed through various linear formations. Occasionally the glare from the lamplight merged with certain compositional elements, to infer works by reputed synaesthesists such as Paul Klee or Wassily Kandinsky. Yet the work’s formal simplicity distanced it from the more reactionary modernist embellishments that these abstract painters might imply.

As a solo artist, Von Brandenburg is best known for her deconstruction of theatre, reducing narrative stage sets to chorographical minimalism, as in her 2007 work ‘Singplay’ performed at Tate Modern (for which Laurent Montaron also wrote the music). Von Brandenburg refers to this work as a tableau vivant, French for living picture. It unpacks the theatrical relationship between song and gesture, in a way that might be said to precede the disconnect between visual and sonic elements in ‘Parfums Pourpres du Soleil des Pôles’.

However the correlation between sound and image in this performance was never totally apparent. At times the synaesthesist’s colour palette appeared to have its own independent vigour, responding to something beyond the sonic stimulus. While some audience members were frustrated by this disjuncture, I found it fascinating and was happy to passively observe the process, be it synaesthetic or otherwise. After all, the real beauty in ‘Parfums Pourpres du Soleil des Pôles,’ was not in its diagrammatic depiction of neurological functioning, but its reminder to us of the deep impossibility of replicating subjective human experience. If you want to understand synaesthesia, you might follow Oliver Sacks advise and get hypnotised. If you want to understand the unending complexity of retelling human sensuality, follow my advice and try to see this work.

First published www.thisistomorrow.info

Leading or following? Social engagement and mass participation in the Cultural Olympiad

A feature length article on visual arts bids competing for 2012 Cultural Olympiad funding. Published in artartart issue 7 December 2009. Download article here leadingorfollowingfinal2

Michael Pinchbeck – Sit With Us for a Moment and Remember

Liverpool Biennial 2010

First published September 2010 in IdeasTap

Daniel Bozhkov

Daniel Bozhkov, Music Not Good For Pigeons: image courtesy of Phil Olsen/Bluecoat

The approach of Biennial time means three things for anyone involved with the arts in Liverpool: hard work, lots of parties and some very bizarre antics. I have had some wonderful experiences, including leading a live horse around the interior of one of Liverpool’s largest hotels, and working with a team of volunteer stewards who spent most evenings after work drinking free wine at exhibition previews. Not only does Liverpool Biennial inject £30m into the city’s economy, it also yields a wealth of opportunity for young creatives to showcase their artwork and experience life behind the scenes of the UK’s largest visual arts festival.

Liverpool Biennial was founded in 1998; its sixth event kicked off on 18 September and runs for 10 weeks. Featuring 900 artists and over 100 venues, the festival is a mix of international shows presented at major galleries, public realm commissions for unusual sites, and artist-led DIY installations in disused shop spaces, hotel lobbies and pubs.

This year, the International strand responds to the theme of “Touched”, and asks if art can have an emotional impact on the inhabitants of a city. Must-see works include Korean artist Do-Ho Suh’s public realm installation Bridging Home (pictured above), which replicates a life-size traditional Seoul house wedged between two vacant warehouse buildings on Duke Street. At city-centre art space the Bluecoat (where I work as Performance Programmer), Bulgarian-born artist Daniel Bozhkov has created a replica of Liverpool Football Club dressing room to house his installation Music Not Good For Pigeons (pictured below). Having returned to the city almost 25 years after his first visit, his work investigates the Liverpudlian cultural icons that caught his attention both then and now.

In addition to major commissions produced by big galleries, Liverpool Biennial has a thriving fringe programme of artist-led ventures keen to capitalise on the festival. These low-budget, high-enthusiasm projects are often where the most vigorous and interesting work is shown. An old hardware shop on Renshaw Street hosts arts collective Mercy’s Midnight Specials: experimental performances with cutting-edge artists held every Saturday at midnight. Studio group The Royal Standard are exhibiting the work of maverick artists Pil and Galia Kollectiv, whose videos of cutlery wielding youths in elaborate costumes are not to be missed.

If all of the above sounds enticing, then fear not: there is still time to get involved in this year’s event. Both Liverpool Biennial and the Bluecoat are currently recruiting for festival volunteers. Potential visitors should check out Mercy’s weekly pod cast, for an insider’s perspective on what to see and do. A visit to Liverpool Independents’ website also provides a useful index of grassroots activity where savvy young artists may be able to negotiate an exhibition.

Above all, this is an event with countless opportunities for anyone who is ready and willing to experiment and explore.

Liverpool Biennial is on until 28 November 2010. For information about volunteering, drop an email to volunteer@biennial.com.

Kim Coleman and Jenny Hogarth @ Edinburgh Festival

Kim Coleman and Jenny Hogarth

Kim Coleman and Jenny Hogarth, Press Shot for Staged at the City Observatory

Review first published in The Skinny 23rd August

The title of Kim Coleman & Jenny Hogarth’s new Edinburgh Festival commission might suggest a work that is rather spectacular. ‘Staged’ is a term often used to allude to all that is amplified, visually seductive and riddled with exaggerated fakery. Likewise press releases for the show describe a project that seeks to document the ‘human drama’ that invades the city every August.

Yet sitting quietly at the summit of Edinburgh’s Carlton Hill, ‘Staged’ uses a mixture of live feed CCTV and pre-recorded footage to chronicle the 2010 festival with a lightness of touch that is almost imperceptible. Projected floor to ceiling onto every wall of the small, sweltering box that is The City Observatory, many of the images depict Edinburgh in the abstract, focusing on the pattern of light on rooftops in a way that feels more referential of the visual history of painting than the rampant cavorting of theatrical display.

For centuries the human race has been compelled to recreate its environment via art and the production of imagery. What began with cave paintings and experiments in pinhole photography, now finds form in reality TV and the popularity of camera phones. What Kim Coleman & Jenny Hogarth have understood about the 21st century manifestation of this phenomena, is that as our access to digital image media increases, so does our tendency to record the painfully mundane. While trying to concentrate on out of focus CCTV images of an empty city bar at lunchtime, it’s impossible not to wonder if all of this voyeurism is really as entertaining as we think.

Back outside on Carlton Hill the air is fresh, some kids are running about playing football and an American tourist is bitching at his wife about the fact that their dog has just taken a shit in the grass. It’s a human drama all of its own and its only a matter of time before someone takes a photograph of it.

One On One Festival @ BAC

Postcard received from Emma Benson after Me You Now

We live in an age of increasing social isolation. Communication technologies and globalisation are causing us to live and work in a way that is more mobile, yet more solitary. The gradual decline of organised religion has yielded an absence of ritual and communal experience for many social groups, while more and more people conduct their most meaningful relationships online.

For several decades there have been artists and writers who have craved refuge from isolation in the potential intimacy of theatre. Peggy Phelan’s book from 1993: ‘Unmarked: The Politics of Performance” interrogated the workings of psychic desire within theatre. She called the relationship between audience and performer “the always already unequal encounter (that) nonetheless summons the hope of reciprocity and equality.”

It is therefore not surprising that the past ten years have given birth to the ultimate quest for theatrical intimacy: theatre for an audience of one. Evolved out of experimental practices pioneered by companies such as Ontroerend Goed, theatre for an audience of one has been sparking discussion among international producers about how to overcome the obvious economic and logistic challenges posed by such singular viewing experiences.

Luckily BAC have risen to the challenge and allowed theatre for an audience of one to attain a national profile for the first time in the UK. In an interview with festival producer Sunita Pandya, James Cowen calls this work that “questions and transgresses the boundaries between audience member and performer in the most personal and intimate way, leading to truly unique experiences that invite the audience to question the ways in which we interact as human beings.”

Intimacy is a complex emotion that often requires the yielding of power by all participants. It is in the giving of weakness that most of the works in the festival hold the possibility of achieving intimacy, or being eluded by it. In Ed Rapley’s work ‘The First Thing’ participants are invited to take a seat opposite Rapley in a large empty room. He has his eyes closed. When he opens them, he says the first thing that comes into his head about the person that he sees before him. With little chance to retaliate (participants are asked to vacate the room as soon as Rapley has made his judgment) this work does little to overcome the division of power between audience and performer. It rather calls to mind the way that we might relate to someone in the street, making an instant judgment based on race, gender or even more subtle nuances of a persons appearance. In Villanella and Hanneke Paauwe’s work ‘Rendez-vous’ participants are taken into a small antechamber where they are asked to remove their shoes and then move to a warm dark room to lie down in a coffin. Once inside they are visited by a woman dressed in white, who plays the part of a slightly saucy guardian angel, forcefully posing questions about the quality of life lived by the participant and how many tears are likely to be shed at their funeral. There are no pauses in the monologue for the participant’s answers and as such the work feels more like an aggressive ordeal than a tender exchange. In Ansuman Biswas work’2free’ participants are invited to “a face to face encounter with the nature of social and personal boundaries.” Equipped with a lantern in an otherwise dark room, participants are confronted by a naked performer who has his feet, hands, eyes and mouth bound with black cloth. A participant can only remove the ties once they are also fully undressed. In my case this process lead eventually to being showered, dried and smothered in sweet smelling oil by the performer, whom I kept blindfolded throughout. For the first time my own vulnerability was matched by the physical responsiveness of the performer grappling with the uncertainty of an erotic encounter in which he could be seen but was unable to see. In Emma Benson’s ‘You Me Now’ participants are invited to sing a favorite song in unison with the performer, who encourages, cajoles and instructs as required. An imperfect but joyful singer, Emma Benson made my heart glow with the simplicity of this shared activity where we made bad harmonies and bum notes in unison.

One on One work can create a space where a performer is willing to risk vulnerability. It is in this moment that the giving of weakness becomes a mutual act of intimacy and “summons the hope of reciprocity and equality.” Not all of the works in this festival were successful in transgressing the boundary between audience and performer in a radical way. But taken as a whole they offered participants a rich playground for different forms of engagement and experimentation that was both refreshing and exhilarating.

Hats of Hypervigilance

Pat Moss, 'Jessica'

Pat Moss,

I have been thinking a lot about the relationship between arts and mental health over the past few weeks, specifically how lots of artists use their practice as a catalyst for opening up issues of mental distress. Not that I support the outdated supposition that all artists are ‘mad, sad or bad’…..some of the most confident and empowered people I know are artists! Yet many of us also have the kind of mind that contains deep wells of anger and sorrow. When a well known Live Artist recently confided in me that he had to end a run of shows because an ill judged self harm sequence had hospitalized him, I was staggered by the angry self destructiveness of this unfortunate act.

I have just come across the work of Pat Moss who’s photography deals with the depression and anxiety caused by her experiences of Fibromyalgia Syndrome: a physical illness that causes mental distress. Being a fan of doors, windows and thresholds I find these images sorrowful but highly seductive. She describes them as turning her negative experiences into something positive: which I can relate to through my own practice.

Also I love this poem by Nikki Ella Whitlock: its called Hat of Hypervigilance and it reminds me of that hyper alert that I often experience when I am in a highly creative state of mind!….

“I have a hat, a hat of Hypervigilance, and some times hat wears me, a potent, poignant, peacock hat, a feathery plume and pervading eye that traces around the room, so as not to die. “I’m not a hatter” or so they said, but I suppose If wear my hat to bed, this could be construed as strange, they said. Hat becomes aroused at the slightest noise, she sits up straight with such poise, a flight of fright I hide in hat, for hours sometimes their we sat, such an art, around the room owl eyes dart. The crowning glory to adorn that hat, was a light house gaze and stealth of cat, it scans the perimeter far and wide it has lazar beam rays, and x-ray eyes, that see for miles and miles…..

(Extract) Nikki Ella Whitlock, 2010

Live male seeks dead female: Women, technology and manufacturing

This essay is an extract from a text that has recently featured in Liverpool Art Journal. It comments on the performances of Mexican born artist Coco Fusco and her critical opposition to notions of ‘disembodiment’ that were frequently touted in late 1990s digital theatre theory. Highlighting the subjugated female workers who manufacture the computer hardware that powers our digital age, Fusco raises questions about the industrialized processes that underpin our highly technologized society and about the role of women within them.

In her persuasive essay, At Your Service, Latin Woman in the Global Information Network, Coco Fusco recalls an indent from the history of performance art which serves as an allegory for her entire output on the subject of the interface between the female body, technology and performance.

In 1980 a male artist from Los Angeles subjected himself to an act of physical mutation at the hands of medical science. He had a vasectomy procedure that was videotaped for public viewing, prior to which he confessed to having ejaculated into the body of a dead Mexican woman as a prelude to the operation. He declared that this act of sexual deviancy had been committed inside Mexico, where he had gained access to the woman’s body on the condition that he made no visual record of his violation of the corpse. He did, however, make an audio recording that was played as a soundtrack during his time in the operating theatre.

Speaking in response to this work Fusco describes

An artist exhibiting a portrait of himself on the operating table willingly turning himself into an object of medical science to express his desire to detach himself from his body’s procreative function, playing the tape of his transgressive rejection of his generative capacities – a gesture that required that another place and another person serve him in silence and then, disappear. 1

Through this allusion to the ‘disappearance’ of the dead Mexican woman, Fusco references the physical processes that facilitate the existence of highly technologized society. She imagines the dead Mexican as a prototype for the kind of servile, hierarchical relationships that are inevitable within all of humanity’s interactions with technology. The abused corpse symbolizes the thousands of workers employed in the maquiladoras where the hardware of the digital revolution is assembled. In an interview with Juha-Pekka Vanhatalo, Fusco describes the maquiladoras in the border zones of Mexico where “female workers have no privacy, no time to go to the bathroom, no opportunity to talk during work, few breaks, and little control over their work situation”.2 With no physical or social autonomy, these women represent the antithesis of all of the freedoms heralded by digital technology’s aspiration to ‘disembodiment’ and by the internet’s supposed ability to surpass physical and social boundaries.

Paul Virilio, in his book from 1991, The Aesthetics of Disappearance describes the link between manufacturing and the body as a corporal bond that can be observed as early as “Ford’s social project for the American Economy (that) announced already the synergy being formed between techniques of production, the manufactured object and corporeity itself.”3 Historically, mass production binds bodies and machines in a relationship of mutual dependency, which is as necessary now as it was for early Fordist production. In spite of the advanced state of modern manufacturing, machines still require operators and employers are at liberty to exploit bodies in sweatshops that we rarely see. Yet, as Fusco herself observes, the common supposition that globalized technologies such as the internet afford humankind the possibility of liberation from physical and social limitations, neglects not only the immediate history of the computer as a manufactured object but also the hierarchical relationships of exploitation over bodies that facilitate mass production on a worldwide scale:

The abundance of descriptions of net communication as structurally anti-authoritarian, decentralized, “rhizomatic,” open-ended, flowing, as if it followed some force of nature, are effectively diverting attention from the centralized economic formations that sustain it. In the same way that concentrating solely on what we see on the screen suppresses the status of the computer as a manufactured object, formalist fixation of the net we use as consumers or make a living off as designers obfuscates the political and economic realities out of which digital media and telecommunications emerge4

Dolores 10h to 22h: A Storey That No One Saw

In Dolores 10h to 22h, Fusco attempts to make the unseen realities of hardware manufacturing visible, by performing online, a story of exploitation “that no one saw.” Developed from a story about a maquiladora worker who was locked up in a small room at work without food, water or bathroom access and terrorized into confessing to trying to unionize her factory, the performance attempts to highlight the figure of the exploited female worker and her physical subjugation at the hands of her employer. Playing Dolores, Fusco was locked away under guard for a period of 12 hours consecutively; during which time none of her bodily needs were tended. She was denied food and bathroom access thus reaffirming the urgency of her bodily functions. Periodically her male guard, who relentlessly attempted to incite false confessions to fallacious crimes, subjected her to periods of physical abuse. Audience members witnessed Fusco’s gradual subordination to her guard: the manager of the maquiladora where her fictitious crimes had taken place. Events were filmed on four CCTV cameras positioned inside of her cell that streamed the images live to the internet. Here an online audience could observe the abuses in the moment that they occurred. Representing the habitual maltreatment of female workers that underscores the digital hardware industry, the performance was a very public manifestation of the virulent physical injustices that often underpin globalized mass production.

The internet user is confronted with the political realities that facilitate widespread use of the network in our global economy and with the figure of subjugated women who facilitate our ongoing consumption of this network. For most consumers who use the internet on a daily basis for working and socializing, the net may represent accessibility, visibility and freedom of information, yet as Fusco asserts:

In the recent rush to celebrate the expanded communication potential afforded by new technologies, we often assume that the increased circulation of information necessarily yields enhanced possibilities of substantive intercultural interaction. It is time to ask ourselves how much we want to know about what we ask to see.5

FOOTNOTES

1 Fusco, Coco, The Bodies That Were Not Ours p192

2 Vanhatalo, Juha-Pekka, Coco Fusco – Life Under Surveillance

http://www.kiasma.fi/www/viewresource.php?lang=en&id=3Lolv9aQpOfVH9Z0

3 Virilio, Paul, The Aesthetics of Disappearance, p86

I must stress here that in Ford’s system workers existed as worker-consumers, thus making their relationship to embodied labour different to that of the maquiladora worker. In Ford’s social project the workers who produced the objects also used their wages to consume the cars that they had produced. Thus this manufacturing system is structured differently. None the less, the co-dependence of mechanism and body remains the same.

4 Fusco, Coco, The Bodies That Were Not Ours p191

5 http://www.thing.net/~cocofusco/disapwman.html

Andre Guedes in residence @ the Bluecoat

Andre Guedes Backyard of a building, 2005

Andre Guedes Backyard of a building, 2005

I have had the pleasure over the past six weeks of helping to host Andre Guedes on his co-commissioned residency through the Bluecoat and Visiting Arts. Choosing to produce a project that evidences the present state of the institution by drawing a trajectory through its past, he has been trawling the archives of the Bluecoat for unusual documents, images and objects. Accompanying him to the Bluecoat’s offsite storage space in an empty warehouse in Liverpool’s old business district, I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of exhibition catalogues, VHS tapes and random artifacts that we found from the Bluecoat circa 2004, prior to its redevelopment.

Andre’s exhibition and performative interventions will open at the Bluecoat in November this year. Watch this space for more blog posts on this topic – I am excited about it!

One minute on each of the four days before her death, part of Apocalypse Now @ Red Wire Gallery.

Sarah Harbridge One minute on each of the four days before her death

Sarah Harbridge One minute on each of the four days before her death

When Josh sent me an excited email a couple of weeks ago,  to ask if he could borrow four of my flat screen monitors for Red Wire’s next exhibition, I was happy to oblige, particularly as he was insistent that the work he was putting on them was of mind blowing quality. Great I said, what is it?

Sarah Harbridge’s four screen installation ‘One minute on each of the four days before her death’, consists of individual 60 second video pieces that play on a continuous loop. The ‘her’ as referenced by the title is the artist’s Grandmother. Josh gave me the link to watch it on youtube and I followed it to find a row of twisted and contorted manifestations of an old woman’s face, gasping for breath, wrestling with some moment of indecision between life and death. Even at low resolution, the images were so tightly and unscrupulously framed that every last tortured detail was visible.

By convention, sculpture is the art of the dead. In order to preserve lost loved ones, we memorialise in stone with statues and monuments. Immovable and atemporal these objects are created to immortalise, often portraying whole heads or full bodies with an air of distance, dignity and grace. While they remember death, they do not evidence its processes or its tendencies toward degradation, decay and suffering.

In her essay ‘Infected eyes: dying man with a Movie Camera, Silverlake Life: The view from here’, critic Peggy Phelan recounts the story of film Silverlake Life, in which aids victim Tom Joslin’s gradual death from the disease is documented on film in collaboration with his partner Mark Massi. She asserts in her essay that  this film “resolutely and imaginatively re-examines the link between the temporality of death and the temporality of cinema,” with her argument pivoting on the fact that film can be rewound and replayed, allowing dying on screen to be reenacted infinitely. On film she asserts, the dead can live again. Silverlake Life is a monument to Tom Joslin that allows the viewer to relive his death with compassion and empathy.

Shot in the early 1990s, this film belongs to the preinternet age of filmmaking, when dissemination of the moving image, although widespread (people could watch movies on VHS at home) was vastly different to the post cinematic, networked age of digital image making that we inhabit at present. Watching ‘One minute on each of the four days before her death’ over youtube, I was struck by the overwhelming melancholic sense that in an era of happy snapping, vimeoing and facebooking, not even the dying moments of an aged women are too sensitive to to be filmed, cropped, edited, disseminated on youtube, exhibited in a gallery, photographed and then blogged, reblogged and critiqued here by yours truly. This is the moment at which death becomes transient and timeless, available to be relived and replayed by gallery visitors and net users at their own whim.

Challenging and in tune with the current state of digital dissemination, this makes for a fascinating piece of work that mixes the banal with the sensational and provokes a thousand unanswered questions about the life story of the artists Grandmother, why she died and why her death merits such lucid and invasive documentation.

Apocalypse Now runs at Red Wire Gallery until 8 August.