Paul Trynka’s book titled Starman (2011) was written well before David Bowie’s passing away but is probably still the most definitive biography. There have been countless publications since but Trynka manages to cover the complexity and detail of the subject that is Bowie, formally David Jones of Bromley.
He was a bohemian with shoulder length hair. A street dweller with delusions of grandeur- only in his case, actually achieving grandeur while remaining delusional.
He sketched the buildings and facades around him and failing entry to art school remained naive to contemporary artistic trends. He was somehow stymied and instead of open mindedness toward Austria’s eclectic cultural world his outlook remained protracted – he would appreciate only Wagner and Classicism. Continue reading Young Hitler
It’s amazing how quickly things change. In the space of a week we are somewhere else, what we care about, what we act upon. A fortnight ago seems the distant past, another world considering the maelstrom of events. We lived with endless opportunity and unlimited possibilities. You could go anywhere, get anything or even be anything you wanted.
As you enter the exhibition you are immersed in space and colour. But this is unexpected because the exhibits are all around you and some in motion. A great array of forms in all shapes and sizes. Some of these are vast as they tower above you while others appear weightless and almost float away. You are made aware of your human scale.
The effect is perhaps more akin to a child’s first impression. It’s not surprising mobiles are used to adorn baby’s cribs.
There are many stabiles on exhibit and some are as arresting as the mobiles. Their shapes are similar while their colours are limited to primaries. Continue reading Alexander Calder
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