Folkestone Triennial is the largest open-air display of public art in the UK. Every three years it brings together a diverse mix of international and local artists to make new site specific works. This year I went on a walking tour guided by Naomi Eaton-Baudains a producer working behind the scenes at the Triennial and also an artist in her own right.
Her tour was fascinating giving an insight into how Lewis Biggs, the curator works with the artists to develop pieces that respond to each location, considers the broader dialogue between pieces dotted throughout the town.
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On a recent visit to The Beaney in Canterbury, Kent, I was really happy to discover several excellent examples of community art projects. I think it’s great that The Beaney works so actively with a broad range of community groups.
Here’s what I discovered …
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In 2020 the Turner Contemporary in Margate, Kent hosted a show called ‘We Will Walk – Art and Resistance from the American South’, celebrating and documenting the art of black communities in the 20th century. It was an exhilarating and moving show, with such a rush of humanity and bathed in an art spirit of the highest order. I wrote a little delayed art commentary afterwards but the show felt so profound, in many dimensions, that I struggled to do a full write-up. Here at least are some of my reflections gathered together with some photographs, to document this show.
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The Beaney, or to give it its full name these days: ‘The Beaney – House of Art and Knowledge’, is what I knew as Canterbury Library as a child. I have vague recollections of there also being a museum-y bit too, but mostly I remember it as a library.
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During lockdown I’ve been spending some time in lovely Kent, where I grew up. I took the time to brush up on my local history, reading Susan Hibberd’s ‘The Little History of Kent’
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I love the way the human brain can conjure up connections between seemingly disparate things. Thoughts, ideas and suggestions can present themselves at strange times. And if I’m lucky these thoughts may start to coalesce into what I call a ‘thought noodle’. A wiggly but interesting path between unexpected things. Continue reading “From Brassbands to Conceptual Art”
Until recently, the only thing I knew about Patrick Heron was a painting of his I’d seen as a teenager. It was a school trip to the Tate Modern and we each had to pick a work to draw from. I chose this strange stringy portrait of a man, colourful, but muted and smudgy. Not literal, but not abstract, not particularly big or small. I don’t remember being blown away by it, but I liked it. It was pleasing, interesting to look at. And 20-odd years later, I still have vague recollections of it.
So I took myself and my vague recollections of a single painting along to a full show of Patrick Heron’s work. And this was the first thing I saw: Continue reading “How Patrick Heron blew my mind”
The light lifts my soul. The wind tells me I’m alive (and it is always windy). I can look at the sky and somehow relate my life today, to Turner’s life and painting 200-odd years ago.
And I can see the faded glory of a Victorian seaside escape. Continue reading “Always go to Margate”