Borat Review

The weekend after Jane’s birthday London celebrated Guy Fawkes day, and there were massive firework celebrations throughout the city. Our roommates and I collected wood from the neighborhood and made a huge bonfire in our backyard. Two days later I celebrated my birthday; initially at school giving critical responses in a seminar about a person who made a list, and ranked everyone at the Slade. She decides to include herself on this list, number 29, and amazingly I was on the list too, number 121. I haven’t the slightest clue who this person was, but she obviously knew me and included me in her “art”. This got my blood pumping, but not as much as today, when Phylida put me on the spot to include myself in seminar today. More about that later. After enjoying many hours painting, Jane and I bought some wine and shared with some friends in the studio. Then a couple of bloaks took us out for a drink. The night was young, but we were hungry, so we went home and prepared our favorite dish: spagetti bolognese. I had a fantastic birthday, thank you to everyone who sent their wishes.

On Thursday, Jane and I took a train to Oxford for the afternoon. The weather was splendid, we walked around the town center past all the different colleges and enjoyed pasties for lunch. The architecture was awesome, and the feeling was amazing. This is a true university town. If I was interested in anything other than Art I would certainly try and study here. Lewis Carroll is from here, among other literary geniuses, so we learned a bit about him as well. Jane bought a sweatshirt, and we left before sundown. A perfect daytrip.

Over the weekend, we went to the Tate Modern and rode these giant slides designed by Carston Holler. Giant stainless steel and plexiglass tubes spiral people down from levels 3, 4, and 5. For once, art that puts a smile on your face, unless you are scared of heights or fast slides. I am sure there are pictures of it on the web somewhere, the NY Times just had an article comparing Tate with MOMA last weekend, otherwise I’ll do my best to show images of them. We also took in a Cezanne show at the National Gallery, and went to our first movie in London; Borat. I will admit to not being excited about seeing it initially, I felt Sasha Cohen’s premiere appearence was to contrived, or that he acted to hard. But I was thouroughly wrong. This has the making of a cult film. If you want to laugh your stomach out of your mouth, go see this movie. I was laughing so hard, I starting crying and coughing. It has the appearence of a low budget movie, but in the end you knew it was not, you can tell it was well crafted, thoughtout, and edited. The movie is no longer than 90 minutes, but it really doesn’t need to be.

And this morning, I get to seminar and Phylida approaches me: “There is a blank wall over there, I hate to see it unused, do you want to put something there.” I asked her if she was asking or telling me to utilize it. Normally kids sign up for the space and are prepared for this sort of thing. Not me, not today. I didn’t jump at the opportunity, so she put me on the spot again in front of everyone so I was more or less forced into the role. None of my paintings were complete to be shown so I didn’t know what to show, but my studio mates suggested the huge self portrait. With my heart pounding, which still hasn’t stopped, I grabbed the heavy painting and with help placed it on the wall. Damn, this painting is powerful outside the studio in a gallery setting. When it was time for me to speak, I didn’t know where to begin. Self portraits are so complex its difficult to put one overall meaning behind it. The fact I used bold colors and dramatic light says one thing, and the exploratative techniques and brush work is another aspect. Then there is the psychological implications of the work, the enormous scale, the gaze in my eyes, the smirk on my lips, the large hands. Am I angry, demonic, relaxed, happy, ego-tistical, thinking….the list goes on and on. This visual manifesto opened up many avenues of discussion, and left people talking about me afterwards. I know this because people have already told me. I told them if they understand this painting, they can understand me. Its hard putting yourself out there in such a demonstative way, Phylida thanked me again afterward, and said this school needs more people like me who are open and honest about their work. As difficult as it is, controversy can be good. There is no such thing as bad publicity.
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