Monday, 25 May 2009
Hell Yes Presents A Latento Vol. 2 – Sammelbände.
Friday 29 May 6-8pm
Hell Yes will present free copies to the first 30 visitors.
A Latento Vol. 2 – Sammelbände is the latest publication from Alex Farrar Harry Meadley and Iona Smith. Developing from the exhibition ,,Sammelbände” at East Street Arts (October 2008), the book covers the consortium’s activities throughout last year. Sammelbändes were popular during the Tudor period, as texts were widely released unbound, owners would have collections of texts and manuscripts by various authors bound together in large volumes, for posterity, cross-reference and to be more economically viable.
A Latento Vol. 2 - Sammelbände
Paperback, 208 pages
Edition of 100
2 Riverside Way
More thoughts/info on Hell Yes soon -
Hope to see you all there
Tuesday, 19 May 2009
Silver Mawson are giving a short presentation at Mr Symposium on Thursday and we'd like to have some idea of what fellow artists have made of the project.
We're not asking for a critique here, but when asked "In what way did this project impact on the production/dissemination of your work?" what do you think of? And also, could you think on how this compares with other projects you've worked on, maybe particularly more traditional studio to gallery ones?
We're reflecting on the relationship between space and production/dissemination as this is particularly pertinent to us, so any thoughts on this would be most welcome too...
Thursday, 7 May 2009
SYMPOSIUM: A QUESTION OF SPACE
How is there space for artists in our cultural landscape?
Thursday 21 May 2009
at PSL [Project Space Leeds]
Whitehall Waterfront, 2 Riverside Way, Leeds LS1 4EH
£10/£7.50 (including refreshments and lunch)
This symposium is part of a six month sequence of events and activities at
PSL comprising the exhibitions 195 Miles (in partnership with Whitechapel
Gallery) and Morphic Resonance (in partnership with theartmarket); a new
series of peer critiques; plus individual performances and activities in the
space at Whitehall Waterfront. This programme is an exploration of
artist-led activity and the development of ‘project spaces’ nationally and
Questioning the notion of innovation and current terminology this symposium
asks: do words or phrases such as ‘artist-led’ and ‘emerging’ genuinely
represent new movements or are they merely a relabeling of older concepts?
What space is there for the artist - physically, intellectually and socially
– in the contemporary cultural landscape?
With presentations from Kerry Harker (PSL), Silver Mawson, Miles Thurlow
(Workplace Gallery), Clarissa Corfe, (Castlefield Gallery), Amy Stephens and
Rory Macbeth, Zoe Sawyer (theartmarket)
HOW TO BOOK
Space is limited to 50 people, so booking is essential. To reserve a place,
please call 07930 236383 or go to www.projectspaceleeds.org.uk
Tuesday, 5 May 2009
My fellow artists:
My name is David Steans and this statement - no, this request - is addressed to the participants of Morphic Resonance. You have all given me so much - and so freely! - that it pains me to ask of you again. Innumerable gifts and offerings: smiles, words, liquids black and hot. But ask of you again I must. I can't repay you in kind - it would take a hundred lifetimes to reciprocate these mountains of generosity - but perhaps a few well-chosen words can express my grateful sentiments. So, please, indulge me a capricious daydream and remember that my heart, full of love, feels like it's in the right place.
I wish my legs were the length of ladders, and could stretch and bend like rubber snakes; arms just as long, like endless coils of rope. I would hang myself across the gallery like a giant hammock, calmly and contentedly awaiting the close, thick night. At day's end everybody would pack away their tools and materials, wish their fellow artists a good night, and climb up onto my suspended body. Each and every one of you rest prostate on my torso, close to one another, and sleep the sleep of the safe and innocent. My sunken chest forms a huge bowl which I fill with water. If one of my fellow artists should wake up thirsty they can lap at it like a little cat. Come daybreak, hands with spans of spades softly stroke your hair. Roused, you hear my voice, deep and dark but gentle and measured, whisper "Wake up!" - upon which clarion call each new day of Morphic Resonance would begin.
I warrant that when the first rolling sheep, braving laughter and derision to surmount the cattle grid's prison bars, felt as I do. The cattle grids - webs of grey metal that can turn ankle bones to splintered stick-rock candy and flock to frieze - were not overcome through hesitancy or petulant disbelief! The rolling sheep belongs to me as a mascot to its team and by rights should belong to you too.