Sunday, 5 May 2013

There's Nothing Like a Kiss

Introducing the 'Molly's Odyssey' Trio

Here are a three images of the first pot in the 'Molly's Odyssey' series for Francis Kyle Gallery, to be shown as part of the group exhibition in which all 25 of his artists take part. This year's show, 'Jumping For Joyce,' scheduled for July 3rd-September19th this year, is based on the novels of James Joyce. I've chosen to concentrate on the last chapter of Ulysses, 'Penelope,' in which Molly Bloom muses on life, love, sex - especially sex -  men and women, her bottom and her breasts and just about everything else. Reading this famous 'soliloquy' made me think that were Molly alive today, and not a fictional character, she would be a first rate writer of 'bonkbusters.'

There's Nothing Like A Kiss

The Sunday Times best selling novelist, writer of 'sizzling bonkbusters,'  Rebecca Chance, has generously agreed to be my 'Molly Bloom.' In this first pot, 'There's Nothing Like a Kiss,' Molly, the fictional character, appears both as herself, lying on the bed, thinking, and also reinterpreted as Rebecca Chance, writing the remembered first kiss in Gibraltar, 'by the Moorish wall.'
Chance's novels go into forensic detail when it comes to fashion: we know the weight of the silk, the softness of the suede, the cut of this and edging on that, what the beads are made of and with what kind of thread they are sewn into place. Lace is never just lace, we can almost see and hear the bobbins clattering as the stuff is painstakingly produced to adorn a catwalk confection. It's not just the sex scenes that are graphic, the textiles are too, fetishistically so. And so it is with Molly's fantasies about shopping trips with her lover who will buy her gorgeous new chemises, silk petticoats and camisoles. I have tried to do justice to the softness of the silk petticoats that Rebecca Chance wore when she posed for the photographs, (photographer Krystyna Fitzgerald-Morris), and to the folds and flecks of colour. The shades of black were particularly challenging and wonderful to paint - albeit that painting with slips is a hazardous business since, ultimately, it is the kiln that decides whether or not the colour comes out right.


There is an abundance of roses on this pot. Molly says that she'd 'love to have whole place swimming in roses' so I have provided as many as possible. I too love roses and grow as many as possible - the rose on this pot is called, 'Alchemy.' It was a gift from my mother. There is a certain reticence among potters about mixing pink roses with pots. Many consider it 'kitsch.' I do not. I do consider their reticence a touch misogynist however. It derives from the often repeated anxiety that pots are 'seen as feminine' (Grayson Perry 2002), and that painted pots, in particular, are 'decorative...' 'decorative' being a disparaged concept, you understand, being inherently feminine.


One of the things I LOVE about Rebecca Chance's writing is her feminism. It's a thread that runs throughout the novels that I've read and never fails to leave you feeling good about being a woman. I have gone out of my way to make proudly feminine pots, consistent with my own desires but also with Molly's character, Rebecca Chances' writing and with her characters.

Sunday, 3 February 2013

Miss Haversham Gets Dressed: The New Ceramics Galleries at the V&A

This is an old post, re-edited. A shorter version, unedited, appears on The C Word  complete with pictures. The following is an excerpt from a short presentation I gave for an artists panel at Cartwright Hall in Bradford in October 2008.

In 2005, artist Edmund de Waal did a project with the Ceramics collection at the National Museum of Wales in Cardiff. It was called, ‘Arcanum: Mapping 18th century European Porcelain.’  It involved the recuration and display of the Museum’s historic collection of porcelain and a new installation of work by him. In his catalogue essay he comments: ‘ceramics have not been well served by museums.’

It is indeed often the case that historic ceramic collections, usually comprising either highly flamboyant European porcelain, or odd-looking shards from Roman excavations or ungainly medieval vessels from abandoned monasteries, have little or no discernible connection with contemporary ceramics. Museums tend to view ceramics as historic objects - the material evidence of past lives. The position and purpose of the modest collection of contemporary ceramic work, which is someitmes exhibited alongside, is at best uncertain and at worst it’s all confined to the top floor of the museum, like the mad woman in the attic, disconnected from the rest of the museum’s displays, with few visitors and offering no meaningful dialogue with contemporary audiences. Thus, for museums, for public collections, there is an urgent need to address the disjuncture between the historic and the contemporary and to make sense of both old and new acquisitions to their audiences.

What Miss Haversham Did Next

So, the ‘mad woman in the attic,’ the jilted or abandoned bride,- namely the V&A’s ceramic collections - has had a make-over. Someone has bravely attempted to sort out and make sense of the most colossal symptom of inflated imperial over-production imaginable. The V&A seems to have examples of everything ceramic that has ever been made or collected.

I am one of those few visitors that used to climb to the top of the museum, with flask and sandwiches and compass in case of bad weather, and spend hours gazing at rose-painted Chinese enamelware, and decorous Sevres porcelain. I’d stop, about half way up to adore the stoves, which had somehow escaped. I seem to remember them being on the next floor down, but I’m probably wrong.

The main thing is that it’s all still there – acres of it in new cabinets. Yes, it’s still all in cabinets. They haven’t gone that radical. Much of it is still crowded like Kings Cross on a rainy Friday. But you can still warm yourself on the stoves and gaze with love at the Andrea della Robbia leaning nonchalantly against a wall somewhere.

Pots At Work: Teaching Ceramics

The really BIG change is the teaching gallery. It has a real live studio where you can watch real live potters making things, like going to the zoo, only I don’t suppose mating in public is encouraged. There’s a reconstruction of a Lucie Rie studio – now this is interesting because the ‘studio potter’ is presented as an historical exhibit – so this must be the stuffed extinct animals section of the museum. The middle bit of this gallery, like a spine running down the centre, is a display of clays and glazes and all manner of ‘how to do it’ explanations and instructions. It’s brilliant. The best bit of the whole show is in this section. It’s called ‘under the sea’ (something like that). It’s a case full crockery that has been salvaged from wrecked ships that were carrying tea and the like from ‘The East’ and also carried chests full of crockery. It’s got bits of coral and you can almost smell the salt water and see the fish. It’s wonderful.

Contemporary Collection: The Ready-Mades

Finally – the other big change – is the attempt to exhibit the contemporary collection and connect it to the historic collections. Where they’ve mixed it up with the historic collections, it really works well. The teaching section has a several cases of contemporary work –mostly from Norway with a couple of particularly successful pieces by Paul Scott, (UK). These are examples of works where the artists are using ‘ready-mades,’ and they undoubtedly fare best in the V&A context. The overwhelming majority of the collections are made industrially - that’s just what people like to collect. So inevitably the work that is connected with the ceramics industry is in the right context. At last! These makers have not, in the main, been served that well by craft galleries.

Contemporary Collection: The Clay Pots

There ‘s also a collection of industrial based work in a cabinet in the  ‘Contemporary Ceramics’ section and, again, you immediately sense it’s in the right place. The rest of the work still struggles for some reason. Ten years ago, someone asked me to go and look at the V&A contemporary ceramics collection and tell them what I thought of it. I said I thought it was an absolute disgrace. I remember being really horrified. It was an apology for a collection. Not only was it shockingly narrow, restricted to the worst kind of stoneware ‘Camberwell-Grey’ studio ‘vessels,’ it didn’t even have the best examples of those. It resembled the reject section of Oxfam – the stuff they put in boxes on the pavement and sell for a quid. It’s not quite as bad now. Modernist stoneware has expanded to the next phase of modernism, but it’s all still strangely soulless. From dirty modernism we’ve progressed to clean shiny modernism. They are now buying better examples of people’s work and certainly the industrial collaborations and readymade users are looking good – these kind of artists just make much more sense of the obsession with being clean, shiny and meticulous.

Edmund de Waal’s Signs and Wonders  - He started this post so I’ll let him end it

The new, improved contemporary collection is displayed in a dark, solemn, tomb-like room. It’s not a room as such, it is the landing of on the V&A’s splendid wooden staircases. In the middle is a square opening. You can peer over the balustrade down several floors into the entrance hall. The big lumpen mounds of fired clay which represent the truth-to-materials section of the contemporary work is arranged on a semi circular, raised stage which embraces the square balustrade. The pots are spot-lit in a brave effort to make them look more dramatic and the semi-circle of the stage connects it, visually, to the circular base of the dome above. The bright white space of the dome is itself circled at its base by a glistening red steel bracket. If you were to take a cross section of the bracket it would look like one of those square brackets: ]  - like that. On the lower lip of the bracket are perched the white pots you probably associate with Edmund de Waal. The overall effect is slightly more elegant-interior-design-ish than I was expecting. I had imagined something that would look immensely precarious and a bit dangerous, with the pots stacked up to some height. It’s actually much more controlled than that, more arranged. The bright Red and White is magnificent. It really lifts the drowsy darkness lurking below – there is a lightness about the work, both in the sense that it is well lit and in the weightlessness sense, that provides a sharp and very welcome contrast to the layer beneath – where one half expects some of the crustier pots to start hatching.

What It Feels Like
The best bit is remembering to check from the entrance hall downstairs on your way out. You really can see it from the ground floor. From there it resembles the gums of some frightful hag bearing her chipped teeth at you. When you get closer, the chipped teeth turn out to be pots. They contain elements of various part of the collection so it is like a celestial meditation on the mighty imperial collection of collections.

One of the aims of Signs and Wonders was to connect the historic and contemporary collections and to embed it all in the architecture of the building. This it does very successfully, especially since it also connects the two, apparently disparate halves of the contemporary collection – the ready-mades and the carefully made, finely produced porcelain appear to have no connection whatever with the big beasts in the darkened cave. If you were to view it Marxist terms, it would be like trying to connect the lumpen proletariat – noble peasants toiling in the cave, with the petty, ever-so-refined bourgeoisie nestling in cabinets with tight lips. De Waal’s pots occupy the space which is exactly in between and which is somewhat under occupied at the moment. He still makes pots. They’re clay pots. They’re not obsessively clean and finicky and tidied up to within an inch of their lives – at least thy don’t look like they are – and porcelain seems to attract the most anally retentive of potters who just cant resist imitating the precision of industrial ware. De Waal relishes the wonky aspects of the material, its ‘mind of its own’ness, he certainly doesn’t do precious – well a bit sometimes, but not so it makes you worry, but not does he pretend he’s toiling in the mud. De Waal’s ‘collection’ is more like a parliament of pots and they do succeed in unifying the two halves which is quite a feat.

Thursday, 31 January 2013

2013 Molly's Odyssey

Francis Kyle Gallery is gearing up for its next group show - the one with all the gallery artists.  Francis favours literary themes for these shows. I took part in the last one, 'This Twittering World,' based on the T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets. The 2013 show will be based on the novels of James Joyce. I have never read an entire novel by Joyce. The sum total of my knowledge was one story from The Dubliners - it was, I think, the one called, 'Clay.'

I am reassured that very few people have read 'the greatest novel of the 20th Century' as Ulysses is often called. I hadn't read it either. I have, however, read the fist three chapters, 'Telemachus,' and the last chapter, 'Penelope.' I've also read bits of the chapters in between. I have to confess that I quite enjoyed it, particularly 'Penelope.' The first three chapters I read with line by line 'decoding' from Frank Delaney, who has a wonderful blog where he publishes podcasts of his careful, exhaustive, analysis of the novel and breathes life into its words. This equipped me to cope with the rest - with a little help from guidance notes - but not too much - it pays to allow the writing to wash over you a little and hear the writer's voice.

So, my contribution to this show will be 'Molly's Odyssey,' based on the Molly Bloom's magnificent soliloquy which occupies the whole of the last chapter, 'Penelope.' This chapter is Molly's musings, her thoughts, her concerns, some of her worries and, above all, her sexual and romantic fantasies and memories. It is immensely sexy, very passionate, very human and very womanly. Molly is nothing if not frank about all her bodily functions. The result is a chapter that feels intensely alive.

I hope I can do it justice. The wonderful, best selling novelist, Rebecca Chance, writer of 'bonkbusters' has agreed to be my 'Molly Bloom.' I am more delighted than I can say about this. The picture above shows Rebecca Chance with photographer Krystyna FitzGerald-Morris setting up the shoot that took place at Rebecca's house in January. Why Rebecca? Because she looks exactly as I imagined Molly Bloom would and also because I firmly believe that if Molly were a real character, rather than fictional, and were she alive today, she would be an excellent writer of this kind of fiction and a consummate performer, as Rebecca is. Molly Bloom was a singer in the novel - Rebecca Chance does readings from her books and is a superb performer in this role.

Just one more thing, I am now represented by Francis Kyle Gallery. I had my first solo show, 'An Extraordinary Turn of Events,'  with the gallery in November 2012. The next show is booked. I'll let you know the date as soon as I know it. Meanwhile, Molly's Odyssey, comprising three pots, will show from the end of June to mid September this year, 2013. See The C Word for my post on The SCUB Manifesto, or how to read Ulysses - my suggestion for reading that and other very fat books anyway.