M.USE, Duke Street
27th November – 5th December 2008
Volunteers strut their stuff and show off at M.USE, the former Arena
gallery on Duke Street. But back to their response to the outside world
and its hangers on, or to put it correctly “from and by my cold
dead snot covered be sleeved hand shall ye grasp this review.”
All of these works on show comprised the collective but individual approach
of each artist involved in the biennial to the shows, they had helmed
on behalf of the Biennial 08 festival. As their trusty invigilators, out
to shoot renegade replicants, well no, just cajole members of the peeps
into the vast tracts of unchateaued turf or open air known as public realm
artwork. They struck pay dirt in the fashionable sense of the word. In
the fiscal sense they were credibility crunched breakfast cereal killer
The works covered many media forms pictures of pictures art on art statement
overloaded with esoteric meanings and then ore statement one could detect
the subliminal anger surfacing at the cheese on display at this year’s
biennial expressing itself in biting satirical form or deadpan narcissistic
ravings oh sorry that’s just me wrong blog/back to the review.
A rather joyous and bumptious event fun frolics dancing performances
by Nathania choreographed mayhem organized craziness and free wine and
nibbles what more could ye ask on a chilly night?
My first sight of the candlelit entrance was greetings from the volunteers
there and a well-produced catalogue of their achievement.
Words are sometimes too easy to write down a banal bald description of
a happening, gentle featherlike strokes of the pen can sometimes obscure
the subject or the view so a light early snowflake of Xmas, to shape and
delineate highlight and silhouette figures allows them to speak for themselves.
Faces of people were genuinely amazed and excited, from my own perspective
a once empty building had been transformed by the creative combined efforts
of talented and thoughtful artistes capturing aspects of Liverpool viewed
through the prism of the Biennial. A city in transition, its madness and
maniacs and moods, but above all its energetic but warm, fighting yet
artistic spirit, whose very soil and buildings are steeped in action and
heroics. As well as per functionary good vibes. Like with all tales: tall,
short or funny or they depend on the persons telling the tales or retelling,
hackneyed phrases or rehashing means they lose the punch or meaning after
the clichéd 1000th outing.
Retold however hints at other versions of myth, different angles or a
totally new cadaver, hagiographic skills required to perform live surgery
on the body culture and electric charge to reinvigorate the routine view
of the world to jolt the collective unconscious of people and attempt
to paraphrase a cliché: “If only you could see what I’ve
seen through your eyes”.
Having worked closely with most of the exhibiting artist over the past
three months from our original meeting speed dating style at the Tate
where two days of undiluted concentrate culture was inducted into us,
over the proceeding weeks I dropped my normal relaxed outsider remote
utopianistic day dreaming mode put down the remotest controls and attempted
to bite off more than Chewbacca could smoke. I danced sung swum somersaulted
and freefall dived headlong into the moshpit process with my eyes open
but my ears wide shut.
They were generous in an age where people are known from their mobile
tune assigned to their name and the smoothed tarmac highway of life is
steamrolling out of existence the individual foibles eccentricities that
make us human or artist. As a view from an insider, I witnessed the soul
of this amorphous collective mushroom in the dark, but grew to glory in
the light. So in concussion:
eat it, free your mind, let art be your mirror after all symmetry like
alliteration is not all its cracked down.
Le tit be.
This written article is dedicated to:- Taneesha, Adele, kKat, Fernando
(abba), Giorgia, Phil(deadhead), Leah, Mago, Frances, Robert, Kelvin,
Ruth, Zoe, And Graham, John.G,Kate, Nathania(Bergman), Bernie, Vicki,
Heather, Emma, Julie, Joel, Hannah, Alexandra, Betty, Vanessa, Sam and
Adele W. All proceeds go to a worthy cause like war plague or the creation
of the reformed fifth Reich. Good times!