Archive for January, 2010

Women, art, monuments and gender

Monday, January 11th, 2010

“Eventually I arrived at a theory, which I offer for consideration. It goes like this: women, being generally more rational than men, are aware that life is more important than art. This is simple logic: art is a part of life, therefore art cannot be greater than life. Since the Romantic period and the rise of the concept of artist as Ubermensch, the male artist has been led to believe that, if he is to be a serious artist, he must regard his work as of supreme importance, immutable, unchanging, defying time.”

Germaine Greer, Women used to shrink from creating art. Now they’re taking over. And I think I know why, The Guardian, March 2009.

I’ve been searching and searching for a passage by Germaine Greer in which she says something about male (or perhaps I should say ‘masculinist’) artists and their compulsion to create ‘monumental’ art, and the devaluing of ‘feminine’ everyday creativity that tends to goes with it.  I was so convinced that I’d read this in The Whole Woman, that I went out and bought the book again, having lost my original copy to someone who never gave it back after borrowing it. I’ve just flicked through the whole book and can’t find it, and Google Books, the usual saviour in these cases, is no help.

Does this ring any bells with you? Post a comment if you know where it comes from. I’m still convinced it was in The Whole Woman, and that the chapter’s been edited out in the latest reprint. The article quoted above contains the gist of the argument, so if you recognize it from another Germaine Greer book or article, please let me know.

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Framley still the apple of my iEye

Thursday, January 7th, 2010

The Framley Examiner is still one of my favourite sites ever. It doesn’t do anything, it’s not interactive, it’s not even particularly recently updated, but it still has some of the funniest spoofs on local newspapers I’ve ever seen.  It has some of the most careful, sophisticated and technically brilliant humour I can think of.

Start anywhere, but the personals pages are particularly good.

And yes, I am procrastinating just a bit today.

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Jumping in Red Shoes

Tuesday, January 5th, 2010

Oh the suspense!

Searching for an online script of The Red Shoes I came across this great page which has all kinds of interesting details about the making of the film. One thing in particular interested me:  apparently director Jack Cardiff in his 1997 autobiography Magic Hour wrote:

“I had a gadget made to change the camera speeds during a scene so I could go from normal speed to double speed [48 fps]. This was used to great effect when a dancer leapt in the air; just before the apex of flight, I slowed the action for a fraction of a second, so that they appeared to hover in the air.” (From The Powell & Pressburger Pages)

Over the years, I’ve heard some ballet  teachers offer this is a kind of ‘correction’ – “hold!” or “suspend!”, together with an explanation that this will give an illusion of hovering.

So was Cardiff attempting to do something which is part of what real dancing looks like? Or did he contribute even more to the belief in the possibility of an illusion that is only achievable with a camera trick?

My guess is a bit of both, and that music can play a role too: it’s possible to give an illusion of suspension in music by subtly lengthening a note (an ‘agogic accent’), which in effect is the aural equivalent of what Cardiff was doing – slowing down the passage of perceived time at a crucial moment.  Maybe for musicians this is part of what playing well for dance means: knowing what to do to contribute to the illusion.

Another interesting fact about the film is that the 17-minute ‘ballet of the Red Shoes’ took six weeks to film. I’m just going to go away and ponder that.

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Man Holding Ram is 22

Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

Man Holding Ram (1988) by Mark Folds

I’ve passed this statue hundreds of times in the 20-ish years I’ve lived in Tooting, without ever knowing what it was, or who made it. I’ve watched it decay, and fall to pieces, and now achieve a kind of dignified weather-wornness that’s almost more interesting than how it was when it was new. And finally, I found out what it is: it’s called Man Holding Ram (well, thanks to woodworm, he’s dropped it now) and was done by Mark Folds in 1988. Apparently, it’s made from timber that had fallen in the hurricanes of 1987. So now we know.

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Florence Nightingale and the dangers of piano music

Saturday, January 2nd, 2010

Taio and his violin

There’s a heartening story from the BBC today about how the  Florence Nightingale School of Nursing and Midwifery at King’s College, London has been able to hire a composer-in-residence. The composer, John Browne, makes a good point about teaching and nursing: “Many people who have been nursed in hospitals find the difference between the excellent nurse and the OK nurse is not any tangible thing they do. Rather, it is the way that they do it, and that requires an art – rather than a science – way of teaching.”

Now in the BBC story, Browne (the composer) highlights Florence Nightingale’s own enthusiasm for the soothing powers of music. But when I looked at the original (from Notes on Nursing: What it is and what it is not), I discovered something even more interesting: it wasn’t just any music – pianos were out:

I will only remark here, that wind instruments, including the human voice, and stringed instruments, capable of continuous sound, have generally a beneficent effect–while the piano-forte, with such instruments as have no continuity of sound, has just the reverse. The finest piano-forte playing will damage the sick, while an air, like “Home, sweet home,” or “Assisa a piè d’un salice,” on the most ordinary grinding organ, will sensibly soothe them–and this quite independent of association. (Florence Nightingale, 1860: Notes on Nursing)

This is a remarkably intuitive and intelligent observation: in a sentence, she has distinguished between the properties of musical sound and the associations that particular pieces of music have for people, and made what I think is probably a very good guess at why some instruments are better than others in the soothing department.

What interests me is that for many years, I’ve had a nagging doubt about the efficacy of the piano as an instrument for ballet classes. As we know, the violin has a much longer heritage as the instrument of dance teaching, and eight years ago, I rattled off my thoughts on this topic after talking through it with my friend Dan.  Earlier this year, I tried some things out with a wonderful violinist at Showa University when I was lecturing on dance accompaniment there, and as a little nudge in this direction, when we made my album Studio Series 6 of dance class music for the Royal Academy of Dance last year, we included a couple of violin solos and a cello adage.

There’s something about this whole story of music in hospitals, Florence Nightingale, the art of teaching that needs to complement the science, and the nature of musical sound production, that encompasses just about everything that my brain is currently trying to work out.

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Happy New Year 2010

Friday, January 1st, 2010

The fields near Icomb

The view from the first day of my new decade. A clear vision is no bad way to start it.

Happy New Year.

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