Trust House Theatre, Rathkeale College, Masterton Saturday 1 – Wednesday 6 July 2016
Reviewed by David Famularo
A Midsummer Night’s Dream is all about magic. And there is plenty of magic in this production by the Rathkeale/St Matthew’s senior college. To the point where there is a touch of melancholy coming back to reality when the lights go up and you are back in your car heading home.
The fine line between reality and dreaming is one of the many intriguing and entertaining themes Shakespeare explores in Dream. He saves one of his best lines on this theme for the end of the play, spoken by the spontaneous and unpredictable fairy Puck:
“If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.”
Dream is one of Shakespeare’s most popular plays, and deservedly so. It is brimful with some of his most quotable lines, most famously “The course of true love never did run smooth.” It’s a credit to this cast, its co-directors Joanne Simpson and Matt Hudson, and production team that the audience is able to dine out so fully on the language.
This is a visually and aurally sumptuous production that makes it easy to believe in fairies. You are consistently led from one pleasant surprise to another, not the least being two songs sung beautifully in the middle of the performance.
One of the strengths of this production is that it captures the unique nuances of each of the four relationships in question. For example, at first we are meant to despise the forced love of the Theseus, Duke of Athens over his conquered bride Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. But their love grows in a way that makes sense within the world of power in which they are fated to exist.
I like to call Coronation Street the Shakespeare of soap operas because like the Elizabethan playwright, its writers know the human heart. In places, the plot in Dream plays like one of those story lines in Coro Street, with misunderstandings, mistaken identities and general confusion.
Shakespeare gently exposes the flaws in each of his characters but ultimately Dream manages to find good in everyone. Anger is just a momentary confusion on the way towards a normal state of happiness and peace.
In between his musings on the nature of reality, and the magic of romance, Shakespeare still finds room to tease the more amateur thespians of his generation, who become a group of bumbling amateur actors putting on a play to impress at the wedding of Theseus and Hippolyta.
Even here Shakespeare can’t resist creating a fourth dimension by holding a play within a play, much like artists and film makers have used mirrors and reflections to create infinity. He even manages to embed the Romeo and Juliet ending into his amateur production. Clever.
It was Aristotle who coined the term “suspension of disbelief” for the way humans will suspend normal day-to-day reality while enjoying storytelling, whether around a fire, in a book, or watching a play or film.
With its beautiful fairies, stunning stage sets and excellent acting, this production made the leap from reality to fantasy an easy one, and delivered its opening-night audience into the enchanting slumber of a midsummer’s night dream in the middle of winter.
Mazzola Jewellery & Gallery is proud to present of exhibition of works for sale from Noah Landau’s Estate. All the works were painted after Noah came to New Zealand in the late 1980s and most date from the periods when he lived in the Wairarapa and South Taranaki. You can read more about Noah here, view the works and prices here, and read an essay on Noah and the exhibition here. The exhibition continues till the end of February 2016.
Tivaevae: Out of the Glory Box – Celebrates the art of Cook Islands quilting through Te Papa’s significant collection of tivaevae
Splash! Four Contemporary New Zealand Paintings – Showcases work by Gretchen Albrecht, Andrew Barber, Fiona Conner and Allen Maddox
Two Artists: Emily Karaka & Shona Rapira Davies – profiles the work and legacy of two senior Maori artists who opened space for Maori women art makers in the 1980s
Te Ao Hou: Modern Maori Art – Maori art of the 1950s and 1960s that combined international and indigenous ideas and styles
The Gallery of Helen Hitchings – introduces the glamorous taste-maker Helen Hitchings and her ground-breaking gallery of modern art and design
New Visions, New Zealand – a fresh look at modern New Zealand painting through the eyes of a generation of highly imaginative female artists
Reviewed by David Famularo
I’m of the belief that New Zealand’s twentieth art will become increasing appreciated in time. It has largely been under-valued because, understandably, New Zealand never produced leaders in any of that century’s at movements, at least among the artists living in this country.
But there comes a time when you have seen the umpteenth book on Picasso, Matisse, Kandinsky et al, and you are, frankly, bored. Not by the quality of the work, but simply because you have seen it before.
When you start ferreting through the vaults for some fresh surprises. And you stop looking at the art and artists through an art historical timeline. You just want to appreciate work for what it is. It’s a case of revisiting and revisionism. Just like how people are rediscovering overlooked musical gems from the 1960s.
For this group of shows, it seems Te Papa has gone through its vaults to display paintings that are rarely seen. By the end of my tour of the gallery, I had re-evaluated my opinion of a number of artists for the better and come to believe even more firmly in the quality, originality and freshness (especially in the antipodean colours) of New Zealand’s best art and artists.
“Tivaevae: Out of the Glory Box” is a stunning collection of Cook Island tivaevae. The accompanying short video manages to encapsulate the spirit and philosophy of this communal art form. As one of the women says, the amount of work a person puts into a tivaevae shows how much they love the person who they are giving it to.
Each tivaevae is made by a group of women, which require consensus but I expect would tend to work in favour of traditional designs rather than originality. Despite this, the tivaevae on display are quite different to each other.
I found the technique of hand sewing pieces of cut out material on to a “canvas” of a large rectangular sheet of material simple but effective and very exciting. You can see all the works at http://arts.tepapa.govt.nz/on-the-wall/tivaevae-out-of-the-glory-box“Tivaevae” and the nearby exhibitions “Two Artists: Emily Karaka & Shona Rapira Davies” and “Splash! Four Contemporary New Zealand Paintings” are a reminder of the visual impact that a large art work can have.
I’m not always enamoured of Karaka’s work but her large works in this show are probably the best I have seen. You can see them at http://arts.tepapa.govt.nz/on-the-wall/two-artists-emily-karaka-and-shona-rapira-davies
I felt the same about the abstract expressionist work using cross motifs of Allen Maddox, and Gretchen Albrecht’s calling card, a semi-circular abstract – but this time extremely large – in “Splash.” You can see all four works at http://arts.tepapa.govt.nz/on-the-wall/splash-four-contemporary-new-zealand-paintings
While “Te Ao Hou: Modern Maori Art”, “New Visions, New Zealand” and “The Gallery of Helen Hitchings” all have different themes, the element that joins them all almost seamlessly together is the influence of Modernism on a group of New Zealand artists who were mostly at their creative peak in the mid-twentieth century.
Gordon Walters is represented in “Te Ao Hou” not by one of his signature koru designs, but a semi-abstract figure that seems to be a Modernist interpretation of early Maori rock drawings, which I usually associate with Theo Schoon.Dennis Knight Turner’s Untitled Fish & Figures from 1952 has a most delicious palette of that era. You can see all the works at http://arts.tepapa.govt.nz/on-the-wall/te-ao-hou-modern-maori-art
“The Gallery of Helen Hitchings” is the perfect introduction to this fascinating woman and her influential but short lived gallery, the first modern art-dealer gallery in New Zealand which opened in 1949.
Despite a full half century having passed since the Modernist aesthetic emerged in Europe, Hitching and her gallery would still have felt like out of place in the New Zealand culture of the time.There’s a lovely 1950 portrait of Hitching by Bristow Mawley and another photo of her holding a sculptured cat by Ernest Mervyn Taylor which is actually in this exhibition as well.
Also in the exhibition is a psychologically perceptive painting of Hitching by Rita Angus which you can see with the other works at http://arts.tepapa.govt.nz/on-the-wall/the-gallery-of-helen-hitchings
A Still Life with Arum Lillies by Louise Henderson is beautifully painted, and together with Henderson’s 1953 painting “Les deux amies (The two friends)” in “New Visions, New Zealand,” has forced me to re-evaluate Henderson’s talents upward.Someone I have always had all the time in the world for A. Lois White. This is the first time I have seen, in person, the three works of hers in this show which left me even more impressed with her skills with colour, almost Venetian Renaissance richness.
One work made me curious because it appeared from an angle to be under glass but when you looked up close it wasn’t. It turned out it was a varnished water colour which gave a wonderful effect.
The 1945 Rita Angus work “Figure Allegory” is an intriguing portrait in the way that it gives clues to the psychological state of the sitter by the use of accompanying visual metaphors.
Arbutus berries, 1936, by Rata A. Lovell-Smith [1894-1969] is a fairly simple but charmingly painted work that shows her talents as a Post Impressionist. The same can be said of Helen Stewart’s Portrait of a Women in Red from the same decade. You can see the entire collection at http://arts.tepapa.govt.nz/on-the-wall/new-visions-new-zealand
Till October 2015
“Three Artists” is a little bit put together, I have to admit. All three – Barry Ellis, Paul Melser and Campbell Kneale – are artists I personally know. They all approach their work from an intellectually point of view, at the same time as having an aesthetic that is a pleasure to enjoy.
Barry is the oldest, an artist who enjoyed commercial success early in his career working as a designer for New Zealand Railways, doing everything from tourism posters to the colour scheme for its luxury railcar services of the 1960s and 1970s. You can hear an interview with him on Radio New Zealand here and read more about the exhibition that interview was based around here.
Barry has had a rich artistic career including graphic design and lecturing at polytechnics and universities. He was one of a stable of pure abstract artists which emerged in New Zealand in the late 1960s and early 1970s.
Barry spent a few years living in Carterton in the Wairarapa where I interviewed him for an advertising feature on the refurbishment of the Copthorne Solway Park in Masterton in 2007. His large figurative painting “Not Just Any Country Road” was, and still is, the centrepiece of The Grill restaurant at Copthorne Solway Park.
At the time he described it as “a pivotal painting because up till then I was a hard-edged abstract painter. I don’t know where it came from. When that happened I suddenly started to see the landscape in the Wairarapa realistically. Country road is a metaphor for what I’ve done. I’ve travelled all over New Zealand and the road has become a metaphor for my travels over the last 20 years.”
Barry left the Wairarapa a few years later but I came across his paintings again in two successive exhibitions at Aratoi Wairarapa Museum of Art & History in Masterton. The image that sticks in my mind from the first show is a carful of teenagers barrelling along possibly Carterton’s main street.
I liked that Barry isn’t an artist who ignores the world around him in pursuit of some alternative, more appealing, reality. Once again, there was the motif of the road. The expressionist figurative style of the painting captured the chaotic reality of out of control youth in a moment between life and death. It kind of felt like a new version of 1930s Regionalist art.
The next exhibition had two quite different sets of paintings. One was more or less figurative, albeit in an expressionist style, capturing parts of the Taranaki landscape. One of these, of the black sands, rusting ship remains, and cliff faces of Patea beach, I know well from when I used to visit my artist friend Noah Landau there. I’ve photographed the very same views myself.
The other set of paintings were the four works you see in this exhibition, which particularly appealed to me. More or less abstract and almost three dimensional, their colours and forms are almost haphazard and spontaneous but create a pleasant whole. From pencil drawing to glued cardboard, scattered spots of oil paint, and sliced canvas, Barry has made it all look too easy, but anyone who has painted will know that to get all the elements to fit so perfectly takes a very high level of skill and intelligence.
Intersecting highways, both real and metaphysical, feature in many of Barry’s paintings, and he describes these four works as: “Energy, Colour, Dynamics, the secret of all creativity, and when they collide you have INTERSECTING INTERSECTIONS and then who knows where!”
I’ve saw one of Barry’s most recent works when I was collecting these ones for the exhibition, and he appears to be producing some of his most interesting and accomplished paintings right now. There are some qualities that can only be found in an older artist’s work and often their work is the most satisfying. Barry at this point appears to me to on the cusp of producing some of his best work.
Paul Melser is best known for his pottery, for which he has enjoyed creative and commercial success for many decades. He lives in the most amazing environment and it is well worth visiting his pottery studio in Norfolk Road, just south of Masterton. He has a separate studio for his painting, which is a complete departure from his pottery.
One of the most notable features of his paintings is the consistency of their style and subject matter, despite limited commercial and critical recognition. The paintings retain their strength of character, whether you are looking at them for the first time or the fiftieth. Some art work tends to have a stronger or weaker impact depending on where you are at the time, whereas Pauls hold their own every time I view them.
These paintings are deceptive in their apparent simplicity. They appear to just be poster-like reproductions of media images Paul has found. But a lot more skill was needed to make them work visually than most people would realise.
As Paul says, a certain uniformity and non-emotional effect is what he is actually looking for anyway, despite the subject matter being emotionally charged, depicting in all four cases violent demonstrations.
“They derive from news pictures of demonstrations. I’m really interested in the place between the demonstrators and the forces of repression which is embodied in the police. One of them is trying to retain power and other wants to make change. It isn’t really a particularly valuable method we have evolved for making social and cultural evolutionary steps.
“I’m trying to absolutely avoid an emotional response because that just means that people are going to opt for one side or another without looking at the business of how we go about that sort of thing, which is more interesting.”
Once again, what impresses me with Paul’s work is his interest in the world around him, and coming up with a unique perspective that isn’t as easy to define as “good” or “bad”.
Campbell Kneale has mostly been painting abstracts for the past two decades. His last solo exhibition at Mazzola was a departure, retaining the muscle memory energy of his abstract work but applying it to spontaneous figurative reproductions of contemporary media images.
The four works in this show precede those paintings, although you can see one of those works (Cameron Slater and John Key) in the gallery’s jewellery space. I see these works offer primarily an intuitive aesthetic pleasure. Once again they are deceptive, hiding their complex multi-layered structure behind what appears to a random and spontaneous layering of paint and resins.
A good test of any painting is to study small square segments of it at a time and see how the well its elements harmonise at this level. When you look at these works in detail you see a richness and depth that would not be noticed from a precursory viewing.
In Campbell’s words they are: “The result of fifteen years of engagement with simple pattern, defiant repetition, and muscle-memory that when taken en masse form a trance-enducing ‘drone’ of half-realised scribbles, fleeting utterances, and dense painterliness.
“This initially bewildering babble of mark making, both bored and ecstatic, contrasts the transcendent power of painting with its near-futility in a world saturated with image and obsessed with visibility.”
Serendipity is always a good sign, one that things are going the way they should. Mazzola Jewellery & Gallery has enjoyed a sprinkling of it in the past few weeks. As you may know, the Gallery building was constructed in 1918, originally as a bakery. The baking was sold from a small hut on the corner of the road which is now my home.
I’ve always suspected it came from the First World War military camp about two kilometres north of Featherston, based on two pieces of circumstantial evidence (interestingly, it was always known as “The Old Camp Bakery”).
One was that it looked very similar to the camp buildings, most of which were demolished with the timber recycled timber, but in some cases taken apart and re-erected elsewhere. The second was that this happened at more or less the same time as the bakery building was built. It made sense that the bakery’s founder Joe (short for Josiah) Towersey would take the opportunity to use one of these buildings, which were used for both military purposes and the needs of what was a small self-contained sign.
As serendipity would have it, I’m finally about to repaint the hut which has undergone many changes over the years, including being moved away from the road in the early 1980s, but still retains some of its original weatherboard cladding. I borrowed my next-door-neighbour’s waterblaster to clean it and the other house (my studio) plus some brickwork.
About a week later Joe’s son Hartley Towersey, still only in his mid-sixties (he was born when Joe was in his sixties) came into the gallery with a friend to look around what had once been his home (although by that time it was no longer being used as a bakery).
Hartley recalled that once upon a time the word “Bakery” had been painted on the front of the hut and noticed that the waterblaster had removed some of the paint back to the wood, to partially reveal the first three letters of Bakery. It was immediately decided that I would paint the sign on again.
Hartley told me about a book called Gateway to the Wairarapa, an official history of Featherston and the South Wairarapa, published in the 1950s that had a photo of the hut with the original sign on it, which I could use as a guideline.
I visited the excellent Wairarapa Archive in Masterton to get a copy of the photograph and talked to historian Neil Frances who has a particular interest in the military camp. The photo wasn’t in the book, but a photo of the hut in a forlorn state in 1979 was in another Featherston history, Memories of South Wairarapa. However, the sign wasn’t visible in this grainy image.
We discussed the likelihood of the hut having come from the camp and Neil pulled out a document that lists all the people who purchased buildings from the camp. Joe Towersey wasn’t on it. Neil then remembered that the Archive holds a colour tinted photo of the camp, that would show the colours used on most of the camp buildings. These turned out to be the same as the present colour of the hut, which still had its original paintwork. There was also a description of the colours in an old book – creamy yellow walls, maroon facing, and dark grey roofs.
This was further circumstantial evidence that the building came from the camp. Neil also gave me a photo of the main road of the camp taken in 1917 from Featherston Military Training Camp 1917 which was published at the time the camp existed. One of the shops in the photo had a sign for “J Ware. The Camp Boot Maker” which looked to have the same font as the still extant outlines.
I took this away to help get the font right. Once back at the office I realized that I now had all the letters in the sign for Baker in “Boot” and “Maker” – and rang Neil back to mention this. I commented that in all likelihood the same sign writer(s) would have been employed for all the signage at the camp (with some variation in styles) and the likelihood of this being the exact font was very high.
This stimulated another important detail about the camp’s history in Neil’s well informed brain, which was that not all of the buildings were built by the government’s Public Works Department. Some shop owners at the camp paid for the construction of their own buildings, most likely using the same builders as employed by the Public Works Department to construct the military buildings, and in much the same style. Any of these buildings removed from the camp would not be on the previously mentioned list of private buyers of the camp’s military buildings when it was broken up, and the hut could quite easily be one of these.
It should also be noted that Joe had previous experience as a builders’ labourer in Wellington as an adolescent in the 1890s so pulling apart and reconstructing the hut would be easily within his capabilities.
While the question of whether the hut came from the camp will probably never be known for certain, the chances are extremely high.
A Footnote: I was always planning to keep the original colours on the hut when I repainted it. Too often people buy an old building because of the appeal of its age but over-renovate so that virtually all the original spirit is lost. There’s something to be said for continuity being good for the soul. Also, Hartley is well known in the Wairarapa as one of the founder members of the Ruamahanga River Band which has been going now for 40 years.
Click to enlarge the two links below to read about The Camp Bakery founder Joe Towersey taken from the book Memories of South Wairarapa. NB A couple of additional facts not mentioned in the book. Joe went to work for Bill Adams Bakery in Masterton, later to become Ernest Adams. The fowl houses at the back of the bakery (on what is now a separate property) were kept by Henry (Harry) Stretton. His wife Joy was the niece of Joe.
Featherston artist Campbell Kneale’s exhibition 22.11.14 is showing at Mazzola Jewellery & Gallery December 2014 to the end of January 2015.
Interviewed by David Famularo
What’s the meaning of the title of the exhibition “22.11.14”?
I title them with the date of the beginning of the exhibition.
Is this work similar to what you have done before?
No, it’s different to what I’ve been doing before. I’ve been pretty much working in a field that could very broadly, and perhaps not very accurately, be described as abstract expressionism, which I know is a dreadfully loaded term, but it is abstract and it is expressionist. That’s what I’ve been working on for the past 20 years.
This last lot of work, which has appeared in perhaps in the last three months, is figurative. It’s got images, it’s got THINGS in it, which is pretty new for me. I haven’t done that for 20 years.
The works were created in very short time frames and that is part of the abstract [influence]. The abstract work was all about developing a certain handwriting, a physical quality in the work that couldn’t be imitated by anybody else, the result of the fact that my body and muscles remembered emotions in a certain way that made the paintings look like my paintings as opposed to the guy next door’s.
These ones with their really short time frames, are about trying to capture that same sense of handwriting, almost like some kind of charged improvisation. You don’t have time to fuss over it, you just get the image down.
They are based on photographic images, media images largely, so yeah, in some ways this is quite different.
The thing I always found frustrating about abstraction is its inability to be able to deal with external subject matter. It is very good for internal subject matter and very good at finding what you are about but very poor at being able to address the world around you.
Over the past couple of years I’ve become quite politicized, quite radicalized, I think, to a certain extent, by the current political climate that we live in, in New Zealand. And looking at the world at large through those eyes – the post Occupy [Wall Street] movement. I think for me, I was hooked into looking at the world through this way through the Occupy movement.
It sparked an interest in me to investigate ideas like money and media and public opinion and myth making and war and critiques of capitalism and various kinds of things like that. Those things interest me but the abstract cannon that I was working with had very few doorways to explore those things.
So it is very interesting and it took me by surprise, a lot of the images that I am working with now.
How did you decide what images to sketch? Were you just watching television and reading books?
Well kind off.
Do you watch TV?
No, I don’t have TV. The internet usually. Because this sort of work is quite new to me, the images themselves and the reasons why I painted this particular series of images are probably quite separate.
What I am excited about with this exhibition is being able to see them altogether and to be able to make links between those different areas of interest.
There are links between our current political system and police brutality. There are links between the myths of lot of those traditional pillars of democracy and the reasons why we went to war in World War I. There is a link between our current political system and people going into WINZ (Work & Income New Zealand) and shooting people. I don’t claim to know what exactly that link is but everything is connected in a funny way.
Even if you just think about World War I. It’s been a hundred years and there seems to be a very New Zealand worshipee tendency, because we do worship New Zealand in New Zealand. We have an interesting form of nationalism here. There is this tendency to celebrate and memorialize and make some big drama out of this hundred years thing but the truth is most New Zealanders don’t know their own history. We are completely disengaged from our own history. We are not encouraged to know it and most New Zealanders don’t know why we went to war in World War I. Most New Zealanders still buy into this idea, which is a propaganda myth, and really consciously so. You can read about it in a number of places where the idea was sold to New Zealanders that we were supporting king and country. We still talk about Gallipoli being the birth of a nation and all that stuff.
Okay, that’s a part of the story, but the other part of the story is that there was huge amounts of British capital in New Zealand and just like today we are obligated to participate in coalitions of the willing, or an allied expeditionary force, because if we don’t, the capital will be withdrawn from our country. The reasons we went to war were for money.
The same reasons the Americans joined the First World War. If Britain and France lost the war, which it looked like they were going to do, Wall Street wasn’t going to get their money back, so they sent a huge force, very very late in the day to make sure that didn’t happen.
Why short sketches?
That’s about the handwriting. I didn’t want images that looked too labored over. I didn’t want to lose everything that I had gained over the last 20 years by developing a spontaneous muscle memory with the work that I did. I wanted it to look like mine.
So one way of doing that was to give yourself certain impositions so that you have to do it very fast and it will look how it looks because your body is forced to move very quickly. Whereas if you work over it studiously, you get the time to iron out all those creases.
What does that psychologically do to the work?
Keeping it shorter or keeping it longer?
Keeping it longer.
Well it would ruin it really. It would be like a record that gets over produced. You can take all the rawness out of it and it will end up sounding like everybody else’s record. If you get some million dollar producer to produce your record their job is to iron out all the idiosyncrasies and make it into a polished product whereas I am much more interested in bands that have a tape recorder in the corner.
Why did you choose [jazz saxophonist] john Coltrane?
I’m interested in the way we create super heroes. The way the media manipulates public opinion to create heroes
How does that relate to John Coltrane?
Well, John Coltrane comes into this little cluster of work which are the portraits. There’s [WINZ double murderer] John Tully, but there’s Edward Snowden, and I guess depending on what part of the media you listen to, [Snowden’s] either venerated as a hero, or villainised as a traitor. Whatever you decide is largely based on the media you expose yourself to. I’ve got an image of Batman. Batman is either a hero of the people or he is a billionaire CEO of some corporation who rules an entire city. And is the joker the good guy? Is he the one who represents destruction and introduction of democracy?
I’ve never understood how Batman can be a super hero with no special powers
He’s got a suit! I think about our society and the way we venerate people because they have a suit and a nice car. Why are those people celebrated in our society?
He’s the one they keep on making movie after movie about.
It’s because he’s a dark hero. He’s a bad guy. He’s not superman. Superman’s a squeaky clean vegetarian nutcase.
Maybe it’s because he’s imperfect?
Yeah, but you don’t know. You don’t know if he is a billionaire capitalist, or working for good. There’s obviously a huge PR campaign around Batman in his movies to convince Gotham City that he is a force for good but actually he’s a billionaire capitalist who owns the city.
You’ve got a sketch of [blogger Cameron] Slater and [New Zealand Prime Minister John] Key. Any particular reason you went for them?
They are topical but in the same way that John Tully is topical. There is a link between the things that happen in society and those who run that society. Again, I’m interested in the way that media or the way that we create super heroes, the way that the media shapes our public opinion. Depending on what sort of media you listen to or watch, to how you understand the link between John Key and Cameron Slater, it will be either a none of your business kind of thing, or a right wing conspiracy, or something completely despicable, or absolutely fine. The fact is, those two people exist, they have a link, and you put them next to a John Tully painting, and it begins to link the actions of the corporate elite with the actions of the grass roots people who are being affected.
To go back to John Coltrane, I’ve depicted him in his military uniform, in his pre “jazz hero” days. He was a poor guy, a black guy, so again an outsider. You could think of him as a destitute black jazz musician or you could think of him as the instigator of a form of blacks only music like free jazz which alienated everybody white who ever heard it as a squawking horrible noise.
And yet his intention was the revolutionisation of black society, the Africanisation of jazz, the expulsion of white corporate values from jazz, and he was really the sound track to the black civil rights movement.
I thought he was only playing free jazz right towards the very end [of his life]. I thought his music was just a new formulism, a new way to play jazz?
That could well be what was in John Coltrane’s mind, the spiritualization of jazz. But the fact that this all happened at a time when black people in America were fighting for their civil rights, and this music was blacks only music, to white jazz ears this was an unlistenable noise. So he came about in a place and time where somebody had to step into that gap, to be a black role model and espouse African American values at a time and place where that was pivotal in society.
Do you like listening to Coltrane?
I love listening to Coltrane, especially his later stuff.
Why did you choose the World War I landscapes?
There is a bit of an unspoken tradition in the Wairarapa to paint nice twee décor type landscapes, the classic Wairarapa landscape which I’ve always been fairly ambivalent towards. I don’t really want to see paintings of people’s lifestyle blocks and their weekend holiday properties.
The World War I landscapes, the exhibition being in Featherston is kind of important to me. This whole town is pretty obsessed with this notion of memorialisation, of claiming its little place. But again, people don’t really know their history, they don’t know why we went and actually your understanding of why we went to war changes your whole perspective on what memorialisation is about. This was the centre of training for a lot of those [soldiers] and we sent a lot of those people to fight for British capital
It’s the same today. It’s the John Keys, it’s the land owners, it’s the capitalists, who don’t have to go and fight, who send young boys under this myth of nationhood and everybody doing their bit for King and country.
Well we’re not. If anything is worth memorializing about the First World War, it’s the people who decided they didn’t want to go. I think the only people who are worth celebrating are the conscientious objectors who were basically tortured by this country for their refusal to take part.
And to put that into contemporary terms, we are currently in the process of joining yet another coalition of the willing? What are we going to do? Are we going to surrender our rights under a new trade agreement to American capital? Well, yes we are, and who would be worth celebrating in our society in 100 years time. I would like to think the only people who would be worth celebrating are the people who stood against that.
And just like the [1981 South African Rugby] Springbok tour [to New Zealand]. What do we remember the Springbok tour for? Do we remember the [New Zealand Rugby Union chief] Cess Blazeys and the [New Zealand Prime Minister] Robert Muldoons? We don’t really remember those people. What is synonymous with the Springbok tour is a bunch of blokes, a bunch of gangs with crash helmets and hockey masks fronting up against the police. I think that is worth memorializing. The fact that thousands of New Zealanders stood against something which was wrong in order to create genuine change. And it did. It created genuine change. If anything is worth memorializing about the Springbok tour it is those events, not rugby, not the superstars of the day, not sporting winning out in the end and isn’t it great that we can all come together and play sport and put these other concerns aside. It is the fight for a better society.
I guess that depends on whether the present government and its supporters succeed and their point of view becomes history or not. I like the Martin Luther King quote “The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.”
That’s interesting but the Springbok tour is a good example of what happened in New Zealand in the 1980s which like going nuclear free and gay rights, seems quite inconceivable now. There has been a huge shift in New Zealand society towards conservatism, and that’s been brought about by media manipulation, by consumer choice, by this idea that if we consume certain goods we are certain people. It’s simply not true. And again, this plays into this whole idea of how we create myths about ourselves, what we think New Zealand is all about in terms of our identity, and how it is completely at the mercy of corporate forces. We don’t actually have any control over our New Zealand identity any more. It doesn’t matter what new Zealanders say about whether we should our assets or not. The government is going to sell them and New Zealanders are not going to do anything about it. They will not come out in the street. They will not protest. They will not front up to the police. They will go “Woe is me. No one listens to me.”
You can read the artist’s statement and view the works here
“22.11.14” represents the first collection of non-abstract images Campbell Kneale has shown publically in over 20 years. Through this series of confronting pictures of killers, politicians, militarized police, and historical landscapes, the painter investigates the connection between mass media and myth creation, technological efficiency, brutality, and the gradual erosion of traditional democracy in favour of the ‘inverted totalitarianism” of The Corporation as described by political philosopher Sheldon Wolin. They are a whisper to re-engage personally, politically, socially and spiritually as resistance to the massification, standardization, and blandification of late-era capitalism.
Each painting is made in a very limited timeframe (never more than 30 minutes) simultaneously denying and affirming “technique”. This approach preserves the spontaneity of each brushstroke, echoing aspects of Chinese ink painting, Claude Monet’s “Water Lillies”, the ecstatic abjection of Georges Batailles most confrontational writings, and the supercharged improvisations of Cy Twombly.
In reading recent issues of Nexus, an Australia based magazine that deals in subject matter outside the mainstream, it has been interesting to note that theories about body snatching aliens are common.
I had previously thought that body snatching aliens belonged to 1950s Scifi films, most famously Invasion of the Body Snatchers. This was supposedly a metaphor for McCarthyism in the United States in the late 1940s and early 1950s when it was feared a fifth column of Communists was infiltrating the fabric of American society.
China’s Communist government ironically fears religious group The Falun Gong in much the same way. Although the Falun Gong are non-political, it is their apathy in regards to political engagement that the Chinese government saw as a threat. Political apathy can be as dangerous, and even more so, as political dissension.
Falun Gong leader Li Hongzhi, it turns out, is one of those people who believes in alien body snatchers. In two interviews he gave (one in Time magazine) which were recently reprinted in Nexus, he argues that there has been (and still exist) previous intelligent life on other planets similar to Earth.
These alien life forms are inferior to humans but because they have been around much longer, are still more technologically advanced than us. Nevertheless, they desire the superior human physical form and so have been helping humans make the technological progress necessary to reach the point where human bodies can be manufactured, the aliens’ ultimate plan being to inhabit these man-made bodies themselves.
The reason the aliens in Under The Skin want to snatch humans, specifically males, is never made clear in the film but that doesn’t matter because that is not its point.
Made on a limited budget, much like New Zealand films (receiving financial support from Creative Scotland, for example) Under The Skin’s only luxury is Hollywood star Scarlet Johansen in the lead. Other than that, the film makes do with the everyday world as its stage. Likewise, the actors playing the many small parts are convincingly normal.
There are two films Under The Skin reminds me of. One is The Man Who Fell to Earth from the mid-1970s starring David Bowie and the other Liquid Sky from the early 1980s. Indeed, Under The Skin shares with Liquid Sky a close relationship between aliens and sex and seduction.
One of the strengths of Under The Skin, which is based on the book by Michel Faber, is that at every point where it could so easily fall into a familiar narrative, it stubbornly goes against expectations.
The alien honey trap isn’t wired for empathy but I constantly find myself expecting it to express feelings of compassion, one of the most obvious examples being when a child is in danger of drowning on a windswept beach. But it is worth remembering that the alien’s sense of “alienation” is mirrored by the coldness that is often the norm in human society.
Perhaps the most powerful moment in the film is when the alien seduces a horribly disfigured but endearingly naïve young man. And perhaps the entire film turns on this spot where his predicament gets under her skin. The young man has experienced victimisation all his life and the alien’s comprehension of this fact and accompanying empathy begins her own fatal transformation from predator to lover to victim.
Ultimately, however, the alien is not seduced by men but by sensuousness of the human body she inhabits. By being in one, she has in fact become one of Gaia’s children.
Suspension of disbelief is the term – first thought up by Socrates and further developed by later philosophers – to describe the phenomenon where an audience on being told a story through one medium or another (eg storytelling around a fire, theatre, film) puts aside their usual sense of reality to believe in a fiction. Fantasy becomes reality, the impossible becomes believable.
Humans seem to come hard wired with this facility, and it is amazing how quickly and easily we fall into this hypnotic trance. From the moment the first images fall on the screen at a movie, we become engrossed. If this experience isn’t maintained, the film fails. A film, like all storytelling, is a psychological realm, reflecting and evolving each viewer’s inner space.
The 1920s in which Magic in the Moonlight is set, is a relatively rare period for modern films to be set in. Generally speaking, our sense of relevant history only seems to go as far back as the 1930s. We have a simplistic notion of the “roaring twenties” – sharemarket speculation, jazz, flappers. I’ve only recently discovered what a fascinating decade the 1920s actually were, in popular culture especially representing the end of the nineteenth century and the beginning of the twentieth.
It seems Woody Allen is well acquainted and intrigued by the era as well. He places his characters squarely in one of its romantic epicentres, the French Riviera, and unapologetically indulges in a picture postcard re-imagination of it – beautiful cars, stunning scenery fashionable men and women, hot jazz. He further captures its spirit through a story line and style of film making that, although more sophisticated, is reminiscent of movies made at the time.
As its title suggests, there is almost a corny romanticism to Magic in the Moonlight, but Allen doesn’t mock the era or undermine it with our modern day predilection for cynicism. He still has faith in the notion of finding true love. But depth is needed to make such a story line satisfying to a 21st century audience and this is where Allen, playing with notions of love and magic, adds substance and humour.
The film starts in a theatre where a “Chinese” magician makes an elephant disappear. I marvel at how Allen creates such a marvellous and convincing shot of a spellbound audience of the era. From there the story unfolds in the south of France. This enchanting realm becomes the landscape within which a worldly cynic and ingénue battle over each other’s perception of reality. Both see something in their opposite that is attractive but neither is fully able to escape their own sense reality.
And here lies one of the ironies of the film in – the suspension of disbelief. I (and I assume the rest of the small audience at my screening) find it much easier to take the side of the waif with supposedly psychic powers than the intelligent sophisticate, who is rational, but fearful and wounded by his own cynicism. It’s the same effect, although on a less grand scale, to what takes place in the mind of the audience in Scifi and horror films, where we identify with the protagonist who believes in aliens or monster, not the other characters who don’t.
Out on the street, neither would we. But for some reason we put aside all our usual sense of what is normal to one side for an hour or two. Out in the “real world” it is impossible for reality and imagination to co-exist. One assumes dominion at the expense of the other. Usually the real world wins out, and yet imagination is essential for existence as well.
Magic in the Moonlight argues both for and against the existence of magic. But it points out that humans can’t live without it, or at least a belief in it – this sustains us or at least helps us to survive without going mad. A lot rides on the outcome of the romance in Magic in the Moonlight.