Pressing My Buttons at the Emily Carr End-of-Year Show
Saturday, May 06, 2017
Ron Burnett |
In my many years of rejecting any idea that I may be an artist
I have at the very least gained an education in the arts thanks to an Argentine
painter, Juan Manuel Sánchez who in his ten year stay in Vancouver taught me
about art in his gentle way. If anything he might have persuaded me to think
(sometimes) that I am an artist. The second contribution to my art education
has been my daily delivered NY Times for 18 years and especially its Arts II
section on Fridays which is all about the visual arts.
This past Thursday evening I attended the huge (and huge it
is) end-of-year show at the Emily Carr University of Art + Design on Granville
Island. This is the last show on the island before it moves into its huge
building on Great Northern Way. The building as it stands now reminds me that
it could be a 21st century version of Nicolae Ceaușescu’s gigantic Palace of the
Parliament in Bucharest. The only
building close to that, in our 20 the century Vancouver, may be our main post
office on West Georgia.
Perhaps judging by the size of Thursday night’s opening
is the fact that the present building may indeed be too small. But I have heard
that classrooms and studios in the new building are not all that large. We
shall have to see.
It may be that the university’s president Ron Burnett, a
forward looking kind of a man knows where the future is headed.
As for me at age 74 I am beginning to repeat and think
about my former friend Abraham Rogatnick (a lover and patron of the university)
statement, “I am not long for this world.”
The show features lots of stuff that is interactive. One
has to look into screens, listen and press buttons. This confirmed to me that
my hard copy NY Times’ inability to contain hyperlinks is why I may not have
suspected the trend in the arts as I saw at Emily Carr. That kind of art can
only be understood and or appreciated in anything that may contain 1s and 0s.
My friend the effusively direct Ian Bateson (a former
designer and illustrator of note [is design as we know dead?] ) talked to many
third year students who instantly punched their cell phones to find out exactly
who Shadbolt was. On the other hand I ran into on David Heffel and I was
completely delighted at his smiles and his delight at what he was seeing. For that
other gallery man, Andy Sylvester (through the years I have been introduced to
him by the likes of Arthur Erickson, Abraham Rogatnick and others) I have
always been an un-bandaged H.G. Well's man.
Helen Yagi, David Heffel, Ona Grauer & Tiko Kerr |
Most important for those graduating design students looking for a job I can happily report here that I saw many of Vancouver's graphic design millieu, most of them with smiles on their faces. One of them was the noted designer Barry Marshall. He was wearing a colourful shirt with countless butterflies that he said was based on Shadbolt. Looking at the butterflies I thought of this:
“When we define the Photograph as a motionless image, this
does not mean only that the figures it represents do not move; it means that
they do not (i)emerge(i), do not (i)leave(i): they are anesthetized and
fastened down, like butterflies.”
―
Roland Barthes, Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography
The show overwhelmed me in its size and I almost can say
that I felt alienated by the quantity.
There is one little spot in the industrial design section
(I did not do my homework so I did not pick up the artist’s name) that featured
a table and bench of wood that had extremely heavy cast cement tops. They were
made to look like an Ikea piece of furniture complete with an Ikea-like
catalogue. I smiled and smiled. But I wonder if this was a dead serious display
or a tongue-and-cheek.
I did know one of the artists and this was Glenda Bartosh
whose display on the wall involved an elaborate explanation. And yet as I
studied engineering in the early 60s and had a wonderful professor who taught
us quantum mechanics, the theory of relativity with a sampling of particle
physics I felt quite at home with this piece of art that was certainly not dead
serious but a whimsical example of tongue-and-cheek.
Glenda Bartosh |
All in all I believe that as I write this (Friday morning) I am beginning to have a good time looking back at yesterday’s evening and I must wish Ron Burnett, his staff and his students the best for next year.
As I gaze at my static photographs on the walls of my oficina I think of my friend Abraham Rogatnick.
For anybody who might be wondering how I made the photograph or Ron Burnet here is the explanation:
1.Portrait of Burnett in his office.
2. 8x10 print from my darkroom
3. I propped up the picture on a chair in my garden.
4. I placed one of my cameras, I believe a black Pentax MX on a tripod.
5. I opened the back and had the shutter open on bulb.
6. I focused on Barthes' book Camera Lucida
7. I coppied the setup with my Mamiya RB 67.