Last Wednesday we travelled up to Edinburgh to attend the Generation exhibit at the National Gallery on Princes Street. Although I had visited twice before earlier in the year I still felt there were things to see and take in.
The piece I gave more attention to this time around was the installation in the largest room. I hadn't heard of Martin Boyce previous to the Generation exhibit but very much enjoyed interacting and viewing 'Our Love is Like...'
As I walked around the dimly lit room illuminated by the light strips hovering over me, I was thinking about why Boyce had created this. I thought 'Why these colours?' and 'What does this part mean?' and 'This reminds me of something...'. Of course it wasn't until I read the accompanying summary of the installation and artist responsible that it became clearer to me Boyce's intentions. Instillations in general excite me. For me, the more there is to get your head around - the better!
Showing posts with label Generation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Generation. Show all posts
4 November 2014
Our love is Like the Flowers, the Rain, the Sea and the Hours
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feeling,
Generation,
idea,
imagination,
installation,
Martin Boyce,
National Gallery,
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urban
4 September 2014
Symptom of a potential typo-maniac? Maybe...
So I was flicking aimlessly through my Facebook news feed earlier and couldn't help but notice this picture below... It was the most annoyed I've felt in a while, it irritated me so much that I just stared at it for a good 5 minutes. The absolute nerve someone had to post this without thinking of others!
...so is it just me that thinks the 'u' in 'Shut' looks a LOT like and upside down 'n'? Surely I can't be the only one! It's grammatical errors like this that make me question peoples judgement, NOT their political standpoint...
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Art,
Generation,
Typography,
words
30 August 2014
Generation: 25 years of contemporary art in Scotland
I, along with 3 friends were fortunate enough to visit Auschwitz last month during our holiday in Poland. We were in Krakow for 3 days and had booked our visit to the camp for the last day, in hindsight this was a sensible idea since the visit was like nothing I have experienced. I still struggle to put into words how it made me feel and think.
Yesterday, I revisited the Gallery with my friend Flora and took 2 to 3 hours exploring the exhibit. David Shrigley was another artist who stuck out for me. His work that was on display was very impressive. Various selections of woodcut prints and a collection of ceramic/clay boots of all different shapes and sizes.
As we entered the gift shop I picked up one of his books and found myself laughing hysterically. I wasn't expecting a book like this from the work I had already seen from Shrigley - but I was pleasantly surprised!
I enjoyed these visits to the gallery and have taken on many things from each artist and their work. I continue to be inspired by doing things like this and I love discovering people who's work I can take things from.
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Christine Borland,
David Shrigley,
Edinburgh,
Generation,
Josef Mengel,
Scottish National Gallery
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