Showing posts with label Boris Mikhailov. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boris Mikhailov. Show all posts

Monday, 11 May 2015

Venus as a Boy

In Room 44 of the National Gallery, London, sitting quietly is Bathers of Asnieres, 1884, I forgot this was in the collection and it blew my socks off, like bumping into a major celebrity in the aisles of Tesco or perhaps Marks and Spencer. I was even more delighted to discover a little dog, sitting obediently by its owner in the bottom left hand side above Seurat’s signature. It is barely able to contain its excitement as the boy makes the sound of the factory whistle in his cupped hands.

In our new age we can empathise with the irrepressible nature of Seurat’s subjects as they find space to express their humanity at odds with the encroaching industrial and technical revolutions.

Bathers are a commonly re-visited theme by artists and through our social evolution over the centuries since the early renaissance depictions of privilege, this dogma has been a useful foil to record the human experience juxtaposed to a changing world. Cezanne and Renoir obviously are key to the movement towards a re-interpretation of classism and these modernist interpretations de-construct the privileged aristocrats dipping their toes into their private lakes. Modernism and post modernism share this socialistic utopia bringing everyone into the previously elitist experience and with painting the original compositions can be literally distorted and re-drawn.

Photographically we are left only with realist interpretations, some romanticised, commercialised and sexualised like Bruce Webber’s beautiful perfect boys in ‘Bear Pond on a Gold Day’ and Ryan McGinley’s carefree youth’s but other artists reflect a more overtly political perspective as in Seurat’s painting. Boris Mikhailov’s great series ‘Salt Lake, 1986’ reflects the notion of humanity finding a way to express itself under the most extreme circumstances. This is the starting point in the eventual defeat of any oppressive state, it is why any limiting dogma is so painful to endure; it is not natural.

The Bather motif is an opportunity for photographers to work with nakedness, particularly away from the commercial stereotype we have an opportunity to explore the bodies of the ordinary human beings not narcissistically sculpted to glamorise the status quo (lovely and addictive as it is) but to celebrate the oppressed and hidden beauty of everyday humanity normally hidden from view, shamed by the unachievable perfectionism that sells us Mars Bars, now brightly lit and brought back into the foreground out of the shadows.

My bathers in Ukraine are brave metaphors for the defeat of the societal introjections; they inspire me by their example but my objectivist approach also exposes a vulnerability and a sense of humanity under attack that I share with Rineke Dijkstras’s beach teenagers. Both works are inevitably infected by the power of Botticelli’s original interpretation of Venus but the Venus in my work is a boy (Image_1664).

Image_1664, Venus as a Boy, from series Bathers © Richard Ansett 2011/IZOLYATSIA

Detail from Image_1664, Venus as a Boy, from series Bathers © Richard Ansett 2011/IZOLYATSIA

Thursday, 16 April 2015

Postcard from Berlin

Having a lovely time here in Berlin.

I am here to photograph Neil MacGregor, the director of the British Museum, but today is a day off (#recce) and i have time to visit my favourite places in the world, which just happen to be in the same city. I love so much about Berlin but its public art is the most impressive.

At the memorial to the burning of the books by the Nazis at Bebelplatz, created by Micha Ullman called 'Library', i watch couples stand on the sunken glass panel and hug and kiss. Its very moving.

The space around the Brandenburg Gate is so noisy and full of tourists it is really easy to miss one of my favourite places in the world and in a way i am glad.
© Unknown

There is a small door at the side of the structure leading to the Raum der Stille (Room of Silence). It's a simple room with chairs and beautiful tapestry by Ritta Hagar.
© Richard Ansett

Me in the Room of Silence facing the tapestry by Ritta Hagar © Unknown

Now off to the Soviet War Memorial at Treptower Park designed by Yakov Belopolsky.

Selfie with sore feet at Treptower Park, Berlin © Richard Ansett


Detail from relief at Soviet War Memorial Treptower Park, Berlin © Richard Ansett

Selfie with Soviet War Memorial, Treptower Park, Berlin

The stunning socialist realist reliefs depicting the suffering and resolve of the Soviet people are beautiful and humbling, it is also home to the only Swastika on a public monument (all be it crushed under the mighty sword of socialism HURRAY!) The pink marble on the modernist archway was taken from the original Reichstag when it was routed by the Russian troops and my friend (the art director from Vanity Fair) used to slide down it as a child in the winter.

Now off to meet my friends, mentor  Boris (who just happens to be the greatest photographic artist of the 20th century #discuss) and his wife Vita at their apartment and thank goodness I brought them a gift of one of my photographs from 'The Dolls House' as it is his birthday and VITA DID NOT TELL ME so we all go out for dinner at a restaurant owned by some gangsters and pimps. We eventually got a great table but the service was terrible, no-one said anything of course!

Richard Ansett with Boris Mikhailov © Vita Mikhailov

Wish you were here. xx

Thursday, 25 December 2014

We are all subordinate.

Christmas Day Letter to IZOLYATSIA Foundation

Dearest all,

my joy at seeing everyone from IZO in Paris last week was tempered by the reminder of why we were all gathered. I was particularly moved by the subtitles on the video screens flashing up the tragic and small minded archetypes of subversion shared by both fascists and Communists thoughout history, opinions and passions expressed from the mouths of these very dangerous mental children. How easy it is to become so lost from reality in the construction of our own worlds.

As I listened to your story (I feel like saying ‘our’ story) and as I spoke to all your collaborators about the personal affect this is having on their lives, I could sense the widening fracture in Ukrainian minds; the delineation of two intractable ideas; a further widening of the two halves that make up the whole personality through the recidivistic pressures of external vested interests. A schizophrenia only leading to self harm. Can we be ambivalent and above the raging masses and empathise with the whole, both natures within the same personality? I have always been fascinated by this complexity of character reflected in a nationalism; that which is tearing us apart is the instrument of our strength as it is with myself and how I found great peace and inspiration in the development of works in 2011.

Everyone is being so brave I feel very connected to you all and I am proud to be part of your organisation through engagement and continued support.

To those of you who celebrate Christmas I send warm greetings and here’s to something greater appearing from the chaos in 2015.

kindest regards, love and best wishes,

Richard Ansett

'We are all subordinate' © Richard Ansett 2014
'Ethical uncertainty in the righteous' © Richard Ansett 2014

'This is not art and it cannot be art' © Richard Ansett 2014

Saturday, 24 August 2013

Facuity (edited 22.05.2022)


Facuity is a word I felt I needed to invent to aid the examination of my objectivity in my relationship to the world with a camera, in the moment. It acknowledges the awareness of the complexity that makes up the 'facticity' of an object or event. It is an awareness of that which is beyond awareness.

Origins;

Facticity –that which resists explanation and interpretation. Facticity is something that already informs and has been taken up in existence, even if it is unnoticed or left unattended. As such; facticity is not something we come across and directly behold. In moods, for example, facticity has an enigmatic appearance, which involves both turning toward and away from it. - Martin Heidegger

Acuity –the state of being aware, sensitive to. Keeness of perception - Merriam-Webster

The very nature of facuity is consciousness of the multiple frames of reference that make up an understanding of factual reality. It is the present realization of forces within and beyond awareness.

The content within the frame can be explored but it is its relationship to the external forces and an understanding of the presence of literal, philosophical, emotional and most importantly unknown elements that is the ‘immediate’s’ facuity. The facticity of an object is the context of its existence regardless of any awareness of it; the facuity is the ‘awareness’. For example: if we are imprisoned with a frame of reference, we are incongruent and unable to objectify the meaning of any event. A continual awareness and exploration of their incongruence is the objectivist observer's facuity and essential in any ambivalent relationship to reality truth.

An object or event can be viewed through a factical frame of reference (e.g. up and horizontal plain). http://archive.org/details/frames_of_reference. Awareness of an alternative frame of reference may entirely alter the meaning of the same action; this challenges the notion of any concept of a shared universality of human existence. The reality of an action is altered by merely an acknowledgement of its facticity. Recognition of our lack of consciousness of all the frames of reference opens an event up to multiple interpretations at the same moment.

Emotions are not entirely relative to a conscious frame of reference in the same way that actions or objects are. An emotional experience may seem to be shared in a tangible way through a societal frame of reference but any individual response might be and I would argue, is, entirely unique. I would posit that that whilst manipulated, emotion exists outside of the forces that manipulate it but is inevitably infected, the unique emotional experience is merely triggered by it. To make sense and manage this form of 'emotional relativity' we have withdrawn into universes from where our emotions seem more manageable, comprehensible and ‘valuable’.

But what appears as ‘normal’ may in fact be an equivalent observation from within the same frame of reference; for example, one observing oneself. An alternative observation from an external position may appear different (although still entirely arbitrary).

This may seem obvious but perhaps only by constantly exploring in real time the complexity of the individual universe through an acceptance that understanding is relative (and therefore impossible) can empathy be realised. Those of us who are born into a universe that immediately makes no sense will struggle until we have made peace with that realisation. Constantly challenging the foundations of our existence inherently as part of daily lives is only exhausting 

I have included this very important image from my series 'Bathers, Ukraine, 2011' shot during my residency with the IZOLYATSIA Foundation and mentored by the great Boris Mikhailov, since acquired by Bibliothèque Nationale de France (BnF), 2013. There is an image of her looking to camera that remains unpublished.

Bather #5, from series Bathers, UKR/IZOLYATSIA 2011 © Richard Ansett. / Winner- Grand Prix de la Decouverte 2013





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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speculative_Realism