Thursday, September 17, 2015

Destroyer and Preserver: POMPEII, a volcano of a show at the ROM

Destroyer and Preserver: POMPEII, a volcano of a show at the ROM


On my third trip to POMPEII, in the shadow of the volcano at the Royal Ontario Museum, I found the sex room. Pompeii's protective goddess was Venus Physica Pompeiana, who was a goddess of the sea, and trade. But, surely, the Venus lounging invitingly on the half-shell, a mural perhaps from a brothel, is Venus Pandemos, of the cult of the love goddess “associated with bodily desire (porneia)… her devotes practicing her arts, ta aphrodisiac (caresses and sex)”. Yes, I have photos of what’s inside the sex room; no, I won’t show you. I will say that there was an elderly man standing before a large wall mural inside ‘the room’ who could not stop laughing. You will have to go to see POMPEII at the ROM. For the first time with a major show, we can take photos.

Pompeii died very quickly. On the morning of the explosion of Mount Vesuvius those who lived nearby probably noticed nothing. Midday a cloud “of unusual size and appearance” appeared. Pliny the Younger wrote it was like “a pine tree. It rose into the sky on a very long ‘trunk’ from which spread some ‘branches.’” The thermal energy unleashed by Vesuvius is estimated to be 100,000 times greater than the atomic bomb that incinerated Hiroshima. As the deadly cloud reached Pompeii in AD 79, darkness descended. Light pumice and hot ash fell; escape was possible. The ash cloud collapsed in a series of pyroclastic surges - which are hot, burning clouds that are created in subterranean chambers in heat of up to 900°C and that explode carrying ash, gas and heated rock outwards at speeds of 100km/hr. By early evening, the deaths began. A third of the population died during this phase. Pumice accumulated and crushed buildings. Escape was dangerous, but still possible. By the next morning, everybody else died. Hot gas and fine ash engulfed everything. Pompeii was buried under more than 5 metres of volcanic debris. Of the city of 20,000, archeologists estimate about 2,000 citizens of Pompeii died. Vesuvius is still considered the most dangerous volcano in the world - currently a million people live within the 5-mile radius ’death zone’ of the volcano, and it is due for an eruption.

Pliny the Younger, who escaped Pompeii along with his mother, describes the eruption in AD 79:
…“carts” were “moving in opposite directions, though the ground was…flat….it seemed as though the sea was being sucked backwards….behind us…dark clouds, rent by lightning twisted and hurled, opening to reveal huge figures of flame…. Now came the dust, though still thinly…a dense cloud looms…following us like a flood poured across the land….a darkness came that was not like a moonless or cloudy night, but…like the black of a closed and unlighted room. You could hear women lamenting, children crying, men shouting…. It grew lighter…not a return of day…the fire was approaching…. darkness and ashes came again, a great weight of them. We stood…and shook the ash off again and again, otherwise we would have been covered…and crushed by the weight….I believed I was perishing with the world….At last the cloud thinned… dwindled to no more than fog or smoke….soon…daylight….The sun was even shining, though with the lurid glow it has after an eclipse. The sight that met our still terrified eyes was a changed world, buried in ash like snow.”
Pompeii died a city in motion. The site offers an unparalleled glimpse into the day-to-day life of a small Roman city. It was discovered in 1748, and about a third of Pompeii still remains to be excavated. The show at the ROM recreates a semblance of life in Pompeii, and takes us through Pompeiian public and private life with diagrams and photographs of their buildings and homes, the games they played, their entertainment, plays, the gladiator fights they enjoyed, and their religious beliefs, as well as their commerce and trade. Daily artifacts like jewelry, mirrors and clay pots, coins, armoury, and sculptures of the wealthy and of Pompeii’s gods and goddesses are among the 200 objects the ROM has on show from Pompeii. The spurning volcano looms, though, and there are samples of volcanic rock, videos playing on large walls of a volcano blowing and the ash cloud rushing down the sides, enveloping everything in its path. By the end of the show we stand before plaster casts constructed from cavities left by people and animals who perished in the pyroclastic surges that swept through Pompeii. Those who died engulfed by lava are starkly laid out without any fanfare, nothing to prettify them. One is shaken by the immediacy of deaths almost two millennia ago.

In our post-atomic bomb era, we might expect a show on Pompeii to be a meditation on the nearly instant death of a city. While the ROM includes some casts created from the burnt-out remains of those who died during the volcanic eruption, and they are a sobering standstill at the end of a vibrant show, the museum has chosen, for the most part, to focus on Pompeii as a city which died mid-stride, and as an exemplary example of a Roman city in its prime.

What follows is a photo essay of the show - my photographs and descriptions either from the plaques in the show or the booklet the ROM sells of some of the show’s offerings. The show ends January 3, 2016. Do go.


                                                                                
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Quotes from Pliny the Younger’s letter: https://www.utexas.edu/courses/classicalarch/readings/Pliny6-20.html

Also used the $5.00 guide booklet, Pompeii, in the Shadow of the Volcano, Paul Denis and Kate Cooper, published by the ROM to help with describing the photographs.

This article has been published at newz4u.net

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Tuesday, September 01, 2015

Transit and Café Drawings





A couple of simple Transit Drawings and a Café Drawing: the first two photographed; the latter scanned. What's nice about sleuth drawing is that they have to be fast and you don't have to show the subject, though often I do.

What I most like is that people aren't posing. They aren't presenting a persona to the artist; rather, they are engaged in what they are doing, whether it's reading, writing or unselfconsciously gazing into space thinking. They don't feel watched (as in a life drawing session) except in the ways we all watch each other journeying or working in public spaces.

I think these were all August 2015.
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Poets and Musics Drawings


Waleed Abdulhamid at Shab-e She'r (Poetry Night in Persian) 28 July 2015


Danila Botha Vernon @Plasticine Poetry Phanatics-19July2015
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Sunday, August 23, 2015

Of sunflowers and visionary skies...

                            
Out in fields of sunflowers and on the beach today... beautiful days of August.

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Wednesday, August 19, 2015

México textiles at the ROM


¡Viva México! Clothing and Culture at the ROM. Gorgeous show for us textile lovers!
 — at Royal Ontario Museum.
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Wednesday, August 05, 2015

Some paintings in WATER H20, a group art show by the Toronto ART Collective at Tantra Lounge & Bar


'Water Dance' and 'Spring Rain Garden God' are in WATER H2O, a group art show at Tantra Lounge, 1157 St Clair W (Dufferin and St Clair) for the month of August. The Opening Reception is tomorrow night, 7pm-11pm. I am performing 'Ink Ocean,' my poem on oil spills, ink, the way we compose our realities, during the early part of the Opening. I am grateful to John Oughton, who will accompany me and who composed the music for this poem with his electric guitar and magic box of sounds. Other poets will be reading and there will be two bands as well. Tantra Lounge and Bar offers a menu of Indian, Middle Eastern and Western dishes. It looks to be a fun evening. Over 20 artists are in the show. The Facebook Event Page is here: https://www.facebook.com/events/1611304332491221.

The paintings are each 30" x 40", oil on canvas.
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Sunday, July 19, 2015

YouTube Saves ALL your RAW ORIGINAL VIDEO FILES at FULL SIZE and YOU CAN RETRIEVE THEM!

Wow. YouTube saves ALL your RAW ORIGINAL VIDEO FILES! I am unbelievably grateful. A few years ago, a hard drive crashed and I lost the originals of many of my videopoems. But a few Google searches over a few days for how to download HD versions, and, buried in links, I found an article explaining how I can download an Archive of all my videos from YouTube - the archive is 183GB and came in 60 downloads. Tangled Garden, for instance, is 16.1GB, which is what I recall it was. EVERYTHING is there, high resolution .Mpeg-4s. Wow, just wow.

'You now have an option to download all your YouTube videos in their original resolution – whether its SD or HD. Here’s how:
Go to https://google.com/takeout and click the Create Archive button. Google will now create a zipped archived with all the videos that you have ever uploaded to YouTube. Once the archive says 100%, proceed to the Downloads tab to grab the actual files. If the archive is large, Google Takeout will split them into individual files of 2 GB each.'

from http://www.labnol.org/internet/download-youtube-videos/9139/
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Sunday, June 28, 2015

Poetry and Drawing at PRIDE

Here is a slideshow video I put together of all the photographs I took at A Divine Afternoon.

From Poetry Salons at Urban Gallery
A 1:15min slideshow of all the pics from yesterday's A Divine Afternoon Urban Gallery hosted by Trasharella (Philip Cairns) in honour of PRIDE. The music clip is from Amoeba Starfish's 'In Bali.' I made the slideshow movie in Picasa where there aren't many options for text.

                      

Trasharella (Philip Cairns), 9" x 12", ©BrendaClews, A Divine Afternoon @ Urban Gallery in Honour of PRIDE, 27 June 2015, graphite and other media on Strathmore 400 Series acid free drawing paper.

My drawing of Trasharella yesterday while he read at a poetry event. Philip didn't like the drawing, or so he said when I showed him at the time. But I coloured it in anyhow today with water-soluble media that I wet with a brush. It is what it is.

I know I said that I would not be colouring these drawings anymore, and looking at the scans, I wonder if I could have better spent those hours (of colouring, wetting and working with a brush and scanning) doing something else.

This is the quick sketch I did of Trasharella in 2013, which Philip does very much like.


Postscript: Philip bought both drawings.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Trasharella


Trasharella (Philip Cairns) - 27 June 2015 - changing after 'A Divine Afternoon,' a poetry salon in honour of Pride, at Urban Gallery in Toronto. Photo (taken and then photoshopped) copyright © by Brenda Clews.

I was originally 'in the mirror' taking the cell phone shot, but I removed myself and placed Philip/Trasharella, who were in transformation, there instead.

I like it.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Trailer for an Upcoming Videopoetry Performance



direct link: Trailer for Upcoming Videopoem Performance

A short trailer for my upcoming feature! I'm presenting and performing three of my videopoems at Shab-e She'r next Tuesday evening, June 30th. As a multi-media artist, I am very excited to be showing my craft- poems, art, dance, video. It's at 7pm, Beit Zatoum, 612 Markham St., Toronto (Bloor and Bathurst), cover: $5.

Facebook event page: https://www.facebook.com/events/911027915631459
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The photo for the still is from a poetry event where I performed A Floral Opera and was taken by Josef Hochleitner. The Ink Ocean clips in the trailer are from that same performance, though the video has been given multiple visual 'treatments.'



Monday, June 22, 2015

She is still Untitled, but almost finished....


Untitled, work-in-progress, ©Brenda Clews 2015, 16" x 20", oil on canvas.

What I'm considering: toning down the blue lady on the right with a patina of white when she is dry; toning down that knee-shaped pillow (that echoes the saron lady's bent knee) or adding another pillow between them.

Otherwise, it is almost finished, finally.

This is a 'poem painting' and the title will be a line from one of my poems. This painting is a return to a love of paint, raw wild colour, mystical figures, a composition of depth and flatness, linear and with blocks of colour. Perhaps I should call it 'Before Conceptualism,' because that is what I am returning to.
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Saturday, June 20, 2015

More sketches of poets at readings around the city


Lorraine Gane @ The Art Bar


Margaret Christakos @ The Art Bar


Gianna Patriarca @ Vino Rosso


Gene Wong @ The Art Bar

About the only life drawing I am doing these days - I do enjoy sketching poets and musicians, if they're relatively still, that is! I've thrown out quite a few water-soluble colour ink drawings that did not work to my eye and I've decided to stick with a .9mm technical pencil with a B or 2B lead for now. (Though in Gianna's drawing I did add some fine black Pitt pen.)

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Poems that Offer a Mythic Feast: A Review of Clara Blackwood's, 'Forecast'


Forecast by Clara Blackwood
Guernica Editions, Spring 2014
108 pages
Trade Paperback
ISBN13: 9781550718195
ISBN10: 1550718193
English
$20.00 Canada, $20.00 US

Poems that Offer a Mythic Feast: A Review of Clara Blackwood's, 'Forecast'

by Brenda Clews

Clara Blackwood’s, Forecast, focuses on hidden, delitescent experience. The collection is like a tarot reading. The poems never fully reveal themselves. Across the five sections of the book, including one on the cards of the Major Arcana, we find references to what is dealt, the forces compelling the life of the poet. The poems seep with intuitions of a deeper reality underlying the normative one where “the ravine teems with life: /crows chase hawks, foxes hunt hares” and, more importantly, that “Each blade of grass /aware of itself. //The animal spirits from long ago /made an agreement. /The human imprint /has yet to unseat it.” (Local Pantheon, 27)

The poems in Forecast are from the perspective of the medium rather than the prophet, a Delphic oracle rather than a mystic eulogizing on divine experience. Being adept means perceiving that the order of things is dependent on what underlies the known, that the construction of reality is stranger than the normally perceived one. The way things are is arbitrary and could change at any moment. Forecast opens with the lines, “I believe a strange force field surrounds /the high rise I live in.” What turns the image of an impenetrable, invisible balustrade upside down is the next stanza: “It’s not a force field that protects, /but revs things up, frenetic.” (The White Tower, 13) In ‘Glasgow —> Iceland —> Toronto’:
I glance at the woman beside me
reading the paper:
Ash cloud chaos hits UK.
She doesn’t look nervous
or alarmed that disorder’s taken reign. (54)
In the poem from which the title of the collection is drawn, ‘Forecast’ (24), we find all these elements: an unpredictability of the weather, both inner and outer, a Surreality in images of falling ‘shellfish,’ ‘pink hailstones,’ ‘birds migrating in reverse.’ The worldly ego cannot order this reality. The poem is an incantation, a spell that holds ‘the torch to illuminate the darkness’:
The weather ahead is unpredictable.

Shellfish could fall from the skies,
summer and winter
congeal.

You may find love,
or spite. Always ambivalence.

There are wind patterns you don’t understand,
pink hailstones and midnight at noon.
Total solar eclipse,
birds migrating in reverse.

You believe there is a way
to distil chaos; that you could recover
a torch to illuminate the darkness,
pinpoint a light source
brighter than Andromeda.

If you just knew how to begin.
The underworld of the unconscious is a strange and sometimes dangerous world with treasures for anyone willing to explore the depths. The journey and persona of the poems in Forecast reminded me of Demeter searching for herself in the underworld. And, in fact, Blackwood says in an interview with George Fetherling in Poetry Primer #7: “I liken my enmeshment with poetry to the Persephone archetype. She was a naive maiden like myself until Hades (the dark muse) chose her against her will and took her to the underworld. The underworld here being the unconscious where poetic inspiration is drawn.”

Forecast is an illuminated feast where mythic worlds reign and their intersections with the concrete world of not just objects but social organization can be intuited through strange co-incidences and through being open to the forces, and to understanding their power. Reading signs in the personal tableau of memory, experience, thought, world-view, perspective is beholding our own painting as it is being painted. Blackwood writes, “What binds me together are ciphers, /scratched in the fabric /of now.” (Two Kinds of Blue, 36)


Self-Portrait with a Fascinator 2016

On Monday, I walked, buying frames from two stores in different parts of the city, then went to the Art Bar Poetry Series in the evening, ab...