The Richard Long exhibition is called 'Human Nature' and in addition to the expected text pieces, photographs and floor sculptures it includes a small room with objects that hint at the peopled landscape generally missing from his work - North African tent pegs, scrap metal from Niger and driftwood from the river Avon. The final room includes a huge mud work called Human Nature (2011) which has a 'human' side made from clay with a Chinese blue pigment and a 'natural' side where Long has used a red clay from Vallauris in France. Moor Moon (2009) is also a work in two parts, a 39 mile walk 'from one metaphor to another', pairing landmarks on Dartmoor with landmarks on the moon. I have listed the locations below as I think they each have their own poetry. There is something poignant in the way an airless grey plain of basaltic lava on the moon has been named Sinus Iridium, the bay of rainbows. Here it is matched with Raybarrow Pool, described on Dartmoor Walks as a dangerous mire, 'an enclosed and isolated place'.
Visualising Richard Long striding through the landscape I couldn't help having the rather banal thought that all the walking has certainly kept him fit. Fibonacci Walk, Somerset (2009) is a text work recording 'continuous walks on consecutive days' in 2009. These increased in length according to the Fibonacci number sequence: 1 mile, 1 mile, 2 miles, 3 miles, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89. 89 miles? So he walked 89 miles in one day? After walking 55 miles the previous day? Maybe it just seems extraordinary because I spend my days walking something more like a Kolakoski number sequence (1 mile, 2 miles, 2 miles, 1 mile...) Long now has a lengthy back catalogue of walks that he can return to, re-trace and reinterpret. Two Continuous Walks Following the Same Line, England (2011) for example matches a straight walk northward across Dartmoor with another straight walk northward in 1979. Not much seems to have changed - a pair of buzzards, dead sheep, gorse, ponies... some larksong this time, foxes last time. You could probably write a whole article on the different ways in which land artists have returned to those places they once made into artworks (for another example see the Simon English project I described last year). Giuseppe Penone too has gone back to the woods in order to photograph the trees he first came upon back in the early Arte Povera days; at Haunch of Venison, It will continue to grow except at this point - radiography (2010) shows the trace of the young artist's hand on a tree, in the form of a ghostly x-ray.
I've admired Richard Long since first seeing his work in the Bristol Arnolfini back in the 1970s. But that 89 miles... In one day that's a 24 hour walk at an average of 3.75 mph... Fit? I'll say.
ReplyDeleteI suppose we have to believe him, or the whole thing becomes pointless, but it does raise an interesting question about land art of the "verbal" sort i.e. how far is our trust part of the art?
If I write:
THREE PEAKS IN THREE MINUTES
SNOWDON
white clouds
KILIMANJARO
white smoke
EVEREST
white snow
SOUTHAMPTON 18:12-18:15 10/6/2011
does its self-evident falsity as an experience undermine whatever truth value it may have as art?
What if it turned out that "Hamish Fulton" was the construct of an obese Glaswegian artist who had never left his sofa? (actually, I quite like that idea).
Mike
Yes this one certainly stretched my credulity. You can see the image (and the other works in the exhibition here. Your suggestion concerning Hamish Fulton reminded me of the revelation in Blackadder the Third that Jane Austen was in actual fact a "huge Yorkshireman with a beard like a rhododendron bush."
ReplyDeleteI don't know very much, but I know that I like the work of both Richard Long and Giuseppe Penone, especially the latter, whose integrity and commitment, whose earthiness and sense of being somewhere ( else ) beguile me.
ReplyDeleteTHREE PEAKS IN THREE MINUTES
ReplyDeleteI remember something about a French climber doing three mountains in one day ans speeding up his climb by not walking down the mountain but by using a hangglider.
The same effect can be achieved using McDonald's restaurants. They're all so alike that they form a network of teleportation portals. You enter one in Berlin and exit in Paris.