jueves, 7 de agosto de 2008

LATE AT TATE BRITAIN

I awake with art desire the last Friday. So I decided to go to Tate Britain to watch the Martin Creed´s Work Nº 850. I agree with the artist. A sweaty human body running across the museum is a wonderful masterpiece. I´m lucky because my neighbourhood is full of masterpieces running across the streets. There is a fireman school close to my house and I can enjoy art pieces every morning.

However I couldn´t watch the Martin Creed´s work last Friday. Although I was disappointed I changed my mind when I realized that I was going to live a different experience in the museum; the programme called “Late al Tate Britain”. This is a special plan that the museum organizes each first Friday of every month. The Tate opens its doors until 10 pm and there are different activities. I started my route at the lawn where a summer barbeque was taking place. Families, students and modern 30-years-old people were drinking and eating specials meals for 3.50 pounds.

I went into the gallery later where there was live music in one of its rooms. Alternative folk music surrounded by Romantic pictures. Close to this room, in North Duveens, a collection of videos was shown. They tried to explore the interplay of soung and moving image. The best image was to see lot of people sitting down the museum ground testing wine and art at the same time.

The light box is a room that contains only one chair and one screen. Bonnie Camplin´s films were shown in it. Strangers fragmented portraits of her life. Her woks tries to show female reality in the 21 century, but it´s difficult to understand her. I wasn´t the only one; people couldn´t bear it for more than 5 minutes. This situation reconciled me with my poor knowledge.

Nest door was a cinema where 3 different films were shown. They offered different sights about the music. The first one, called “Long Sorrow” showed a contrast between the free nature of a solo saxo improvisation and the rigidity of the architectural from building block in Berlin “The Long Sorrow”. In my opinion, the artist Auri Solo gets his objective but 13 minutes of free jazz sound is unbearable!

In “Music box”, the second film, this object is the principal actor. And the show finished with “Black Party” of Pierre Huyghe that explores the origins of hip hop in New York by a black singer interview.

3 comentarios:

Carmen dijo...

Una de las obligaciones autoimpuestas en esta inmersión es aprender a escribir en inglés..más o menos...así que estoy tratando de redactar articulillos q luego el majete de mi profesor me corrige...los iré colgando aquí...Son bastante simplones, pero con el nivel que tengo no doy pa´mas...

Tenía algo más escrito sobre el corto "Music Box"...pero, por lo visto, era indescifrable...algo así...

una rudimentaria caja de música trata de reproducir una canción mientras tropieza una y otra vez al llegar a la décima nota...una triste y patética danza...

por lo demás me ha dicho que escribo muy claro...aig...(sí, sí, síndrome again...)

Me ha corregido lo más básico... si algunos de los lectores que esté puesto en inglés me quiere criticar...q lo haga please!

hectorito dijo...

en la iglesia de la cienciologia estamos mu contentos con lo que has escrito...¡¡¡

Carmen dijo...

jjjajajjjajaja!!!

si es que no se te puede contar ná!!!jjajajaj

prometo q en la próxima entrada hablaré sobre mi experiencia con la Iglesia del Tommy...jajaja...

y en la siguiente, sobre la familia del Malborough Arms...los habitantes del Pub donde vivo...cada una de sus historias dan para un reportaje...vengo de tomar cienes y cienes de pintas con ellos y me han dado su permiso para hablar aquí sobre sus vidas...un escocés, una gimnasta austriaca, una lituana "con aura", un cantante de punk...y más...geniales, les adoro...