My long overdue follow ups sequal, taking the form of a another long winded moan, a bit facetious in places

Recently called in at the gallery building in bradford centenery square housing the immpressions gallery and the one gallery. Based on past experience its a place usually worth calling in on account of the regular photographic projects showing at the immpressions gallery and i more often than not find myself constantly engaged by the aspirationional range of exhibitions on offer at the one gallery. On this day however i walked up to the entrance of the immpressions gallery to be halted by a barricade of cardboard boxes, with the added benefit of an officious looking man in case you were in any doubt that it was shut. This left me no choice but venture into the one gallery where i found a room full of signed rugby memrobilia behind greecy glass. A sea of cheap nylon plastic leather and mishandled trophys all assembled in the name of nostalga and packaged with all the enthusiasm of a disregarded hope. Not an inherenty poor choice of theme i must add and what made this resurection of a working mens clubs team trophy room all the less bearable was my discovery of brass mounting brackets which had received a glancing encounter with a white paintbrush. Not the first time i have witnessed such offences and whats more the bradford gallerys are serial offenders in this regard.

A list of major contributors to video installation.

Following An Abscence of

I thought it neccessary to bring to peoples attention the hidden dangers of blindly walking into an exhibition through brightly coloured fly tape. Now theres never a convenient time to witness the spectacle of maurauding children and middle aged couples reliving their youth amongst brightly coloured lights. This however was the scene which confronted me on entering a "sculpture" exhibition being held at the Tate Liverpool gallery. This bizare experience was brought about by the array of headphone sets made available to people, playing a variety of music which could be adjusted by the user. Having been given no explanation when picking up the headphones, on discovering their true purpose i was left feeling somewhat obligated to partake*. The implication seemed to be that in order to fully appreciate this experience a degree of dignity must be sacrificed through the act of dancing to music on a colourful stage. An experience made all the more irreverent by the prescence of classical sculpture. In the second of these two points i could possibley have struck upon the one redeeming feature of the whole thing. As an idea in its own right i have my reservations. When taken at face value it appeared to be nothing more than daft gimmick being used as a device to perpetuate the acceptance of the decline of verbal communication. On further reflection i still cant get much beyond the novelty aspect of it but seek refuge in the whimsical juxtoposition of classical sculpture and Disco Lights. So in conclusion there probably is something to be said for being easily pleased.


*(declined on the grounds that i was there under false pretences.)

As i seem to have been neglecting the needs of my "professional practice" i really ought to comment on how my recent gallery experiences have informed decsisions i have made in my work. Current motivation as it is i may have to put it on the back burner for a little while longer.

"Good evening, Major, my name is Muybridge and here is the answer to the letter you sent my wife"

Statment Of Intent

With the benefit of my newly aqquired wisdom it would appear that a "blog" bears a striking resemblance to a diary whilst lacking the neccesary privacy which one affords. They also seem to provide an attractive prospect for aspiring journalists who without the knowledge and the experience only serve to undermine the authority of credible scources. As Im neither emotionally deficient or particularly well informed I intend this "blog" to take the form of an outlet for misinformed ramlings and wild speculation concerning art. Any information contained hearafter will be a product of my daily experiences assembled here in an effort to further myself as a cultural contributor.

Blog(er)(ing)

A blog (a contraction of the term "web log")[1] is a type of website, usually maintained by an individual with regular entries of commentary, descriptions of events, or other material such as graphics or video. Entries are commonly displayed in reverse-chronological order. "Blog" can also be used as a verb, meaning to maintain or add content to a blog.