Wednesday, 27 December 2023

Drone Logic:Vigil S2.

Lots of guns, lots of knives, lots of drones, lots of camouflage, lots of computer screens, lots of passwords, and lots of people arresting each other. More than anything - lots of suspicion. Vigil (BBC1/iPlayer, created by Tom Edge and directed by Andy De Emmony and Joss Agnew) is back after more than two years and this time they've ditched the submarine and found themselves on dry land.

Not that there's many characters left from the first outing. Just DCI Amy Silva (Suranne Jones) and her partner, both in life and in police work, DS Kirsten Lovegrove (Rose Leslie) - and their boss DS Colin Robertson (Gary Lewis). Everyone else is new which is both good and bad. It's good because there were a LOT of people in the first series of Vigil and it'd be bloody hard work trying to remember who they all were. Bad because there a LOT of people in the second series of Vigil and it's bloody hard work trying to remember who they all are.

Make notes. I do. We begin in the fictional middle Eastern dictatorship of Wudyan (a quick Google reveals to me that Casablanca and Rabat in Morocco were used for the filming). Squadron Leader Anthony Chapman (Alastair Mackenzie) is returning to Scotland with suspected liver cancer and Acting Squadron Leader Eliza Russell (Romola Garai) has been installed as his replacement.


On a military base in Scotland, Air Vice Marshall Marcus Grainger (a fairly hammy Dougray Scott) is demonstrating the power and efficiency of some newly developed combat drones to a Wudyani military delegation when it all, very quickly, goes horribly wrong. One drone turns on the soldiers supervising the demonstration and starts shooting, and killing, them.

It's the first chilling twist, but not the last, of Vigil S2 and it's the one that sets the premise for the entire series. Soon enough, Silva and Longacre, now pregnant - giving Silva ample chance to beat herself up for putting her partner (and future child) in danger - are called in to investigate. When soldier Colin Dixon (Anders Hayward) is arrested it's obvious that, even though he was operating - or supposed to be operating - the 'errant' drone, he's not guilty.

The world of Vigil is a world where, quite simply, you can't trust anyone so - soon enough - many others - almost everyone involved - arouse suspicion. There's Nicole Lawson (Shannon Hayes), Callum Barker (Chris Jenks), and Sam Kader (Oscar Salem) - all of whom had worked with Dixon in Russell's team. Each of these people have their own reasons for acting the way they do and they will be investigated in what proves to feel quite a lengthy series.


Colonel Ali Bilali (Nebras Jamali) is a representative of the Wudyani government and, after the drone attack nearly results in the loss of his life, he informs the British military that the Wudyanis are minded to abandon the partnership and cut all funding to Britain. This is a big clue to the direction of travel that Vigil S2 will take us on and it's not long, predictably enough, before things to start to get far more dangerous - and far more convoluted.

Snipers, dead bodies (and lots of 'em), terrorist organisations, a homosexual relationship kept secret for obvious reasons, traitors, torture, kidnapping, an attempt at suicide by cop, a very serious "error of intelligence", and seemingly endless levels of double crossing, Silva and, to a lesser extent, Longacre are thrown into a world which can be thrilling in places and, sadly, a little tiring at other times.

The general feel is, despite the lack of claustrophobia engendered by the submarine setting, tenser than the first series. There are tense chases and moments of extreme jeopardy but there are also moments where you might find your attention drifting off and looking up the football scores or thinking about what you might have for dinner later.

It's a shame. A bit of judicious editing and, perhaps, a cull of some of the more peripheral characters may have done Vigil wonders but that's not what happened. That's not to take away from some of the performances. Jonathan Ajayi plays the head of the drone manufacturer's tech team Wes Harper, Steven Elder plays his boss Derek McCabe, Amir El-Masry plays cocky MI5 officer Daniel Ramsey - who partners (not always easily) with Longacre on the case when Silva jets off to Wudyan, and David Elliot plays tragically crossed former soldier Ross Sutherland.



Credit too should go to Hiba Medina as Anthony Chapman's daughter, Sabiha, underused Orla Russell as Silva's daughter Poppy, and Tommy Sim'aan as Pep Guardiola lookalike Firas Zaman, a Wudyani expat who we first meet hiding in a tree but who ends up being crucial to both the development of the story and to justice, hopefully, being served in the end.

The second series of Vigil touches on many subjects that I find very interesting. Geopolitics, corruption in the highest offices, the evil of arms trading, and the lethal hypocrisy of British foreign policy. It tackles these subjects very well but the occasional longueurs and the confusion caused by such a large cast meant that it could, and should, have been so much better.

My dad was telling me he gave up on it pretty quickly (he's not known for his patience) but I think it's worth sticking with. The last episode ties all the disparate strands together surprisingly neatly and ends on a genuinely powerful, and excoriating, speech. I won't tell you who makes that speech though and, to be honest, I'd be very surprised if you'd be able to guess correctly. Vigil S2 was a journey. Some of it was enjoyable. Some of it was not. The end point made it worthwhile.



Tuesday, 19 December 2023

Rubenesque?:Rubens & Women @ the Dulwich Picture Gallery.

Rubenesque! Is it possible that Peter Paul Rubens is the only artist in history whose name has been converted into an adjective to describe a certain type of woman? Probably not - but he's the only one I can think of right now. The dictionary describes rubenesque as "suggestive of the painter Rubens or his works, plump or rounded usually in a pleasing way".

 

 Three Nymphs with a Cornucopia (c.1625-1628)

Phwoar! A typical example would be Three Nymphs with a Cornucopia in which we can see Ceres, goddess of abundance (what else?) holding a horn of plenty overflowing with fruit over the head of another (unnamed) nymph while yet another (also unnamed) nymph looks on. Nymph, for the record, doesn't mean nymphomaniac. It means "a mythological spirit of nature imagined as a beautiful maiden inhabiting rivers, woods, or other locations".

So, yes, it's undeniable that Rubens did, indeed, paint lots of women who would qualify for the adjective rubenesque. But, as the Dulwich Picture Gallery seem to be trying to say in their current exhibition Rubens & Women, that's not the entirety of Rubens' art when it comes to depictions of what people once condescendingly described as "the fairer sex".

Rubens, we're told, was considered the greatest living artist of his time (though the likes of Rembrandt, Poussin, Caravaggio, and Velazquez may have had something to say about that) and he was knighted by the kings of both England (Charles I) and Spain (Philip IV). Portraiture wasn't his great passion (he had ambitions to paint great mythological and historical scenes) but it was what he excelled at and he discovered, early in his career, that it opened doors for him.

In 1600, at the age of 22, he left Antwerp for Italy where he stayed, under the employment of Vincenzo I Gonzaga, Duke of Mantua, for eight years. During that time he travelled to Venice, Florence, Rome, and Genoa as well as to Spain where he cemented his relationship with wealthy and powerful patrons by creating dazzling portraits that flattered and wowed them.

But the exhibition begins with a more personal side of Rubens' work and, for me, it's all the more impressive because you get the feeling that Rubens isn't trying to impress very important, and very rich, people but is, instead, simply painting the people he loved - and painting them with love. Already a well established, and hugely successful, artist he said, at the age of 57:- "now by God's grace .... I am leading a quiet life with my wife and children and have no pretensions in the world than to live in peace".

Isabella Brant (c.1626)

I love the painting of his wife, Isballa Brant, because it has such a human quality. She's got a cheeky smile that seems to reflect an insouciant manner and suggests a relaxed, easy, loving relationship between her and Rubens. The best couples always make each other laugh and they always notice small, endearing, peculiarities about each other.

Of course this is pure speculation on my behalf but that's how the painting makes me feel and art is about nothing if it is not about interpretation. Beyond doubt, however, is that Brant died, aged 34, in 1626 - the year the painting is believed to have been made. So it is likely it was painted in the heights of grief and at a time when Rubens was beside himself. He claimed he would love her forever and the vine growing on the pillar in the background is believed to be his way of showing that though death is final, love is too - and love is stronger.

It had not been the first tragedy in Rubens' life. His daughter, with Isabella Brant, Clara Serena, had died three years before her mother - aged just twelve. She had been named Clara for her sparkling brightness and Serena for her tranquility. It's hard to imagine how painful it must be for anyone to lose a child - especially one as young as Clara Serena.

 
Portrait of Clara Serena Rubens (c.1620-1623)

 
Isabel Clara Eugenia, Infanta of Spain, in the Habit of a Poor Clare (1625)

These personal, mournful even, family portraits are more intimate and meaningful than the works that Rubens was more celebrated for at the time. Paintings of the likes of the Infanta of Spain (Rubens had been appointed court painter to Archdukes Albert and Isabel who ruled the Southern Netherlands on behalf of the Spanish king) and Marchesa Maria Serra Pallavicino (believed to be made because Rubens' boss, the Duke of Mantua, was in debt to the Pallavicino banking family) are technically impressive but the sitters pose performatively. The Infanta wants us to see how holy she is, how she suffers for her religion, and Pallavicino, it seems, is interested only in flaunting her wealth. Rubens allowed both to do so. It's a living.

 
Marchesa Maria Serra Pallavicino (1606)

 
Portrait of a Young Woman Holding a Chain (c.1603-1606)

 
Portrait of a Woman (c.1625-1630)
 
Working in the era he was, and in the countries he was, it was inevitable that religion, specifically Catholicism, would become a prominent part of his work. He was commissioned to create images that aided worship and promoted the Counter-Reformation. These came in the form of altarpieces and epic decoration of churches and in order to connect with the faithful, Rubens included realistic looking people, realistic looking women, and then converted them into religious figures.
 
A confident man, success breeds confidence in some, Rubens stated that "no undertaking, however vast in size or diversified in subject" had ever defeated his "courage" which is nice and modest of him. He did, however, also make small paintings that were to be used for private devotion suggesting he wasn't ALL bluster. Even if there was a lot of bluster. 

As is normal with religion, especially Christianity (though Judaism and Islam are just as bad - look at all those religious psychopaths murdering each other in Gaza right now), many of the scenes that are supposed to be inspirational are actually horrific. Here's Saint Barbara's father trying to kill her with a sword and then being struck down by lightning (that one went on the ceiling of a Jesuit church in Antwerp which was itself destroyed by fire - perhaps God disapproved) and here's the Virgin Mary and young Jesus on their flight into Egypt to escape being killed by Herod.

 
Saint Barbara Fleeing from Her Father (c.1620)

 
Modello for the Ascension of the Virgin (c.1622-1625)

 
The Flight into Egypt (1614)
 
I'm not knocking the paintings (they're great) but why is it that Christianity and the other Abrahamic faiths are so obsessed with stories about killing children and why is it that so many are shocked that a war happening right now in the birth place of all these faiths, and between proponents of these faiths, has carried on this rich lineage of infanticide? 

To me, infanticide is baked in to these religions. Read the bible, read the Torah, and look at these Rubens paintings and the stories they tell and tell me they're not. And yet the person we're supposed to feel infinite, and unending, sympathy for is the stricken Christ (below). The person most responsible for spreading this evil belief system.

 
The Lamentation (1614)

 
Hagar in the Desert (c.1630s)

I have a lot more sympathy for Hagar, the Egyptian maidservant who was banished to the desert for becoming pregnant (yet another example of religious misogyny and hypocrisy) where she is visited by an angel. Probably hallucinating to be fair.

But, before I go off on another anti-Christian rant, it's worth considering that Hagar, in this portrait, is supposed to resemble Rubens' second (and, the exhibition makes a prurient point of telling us, much younger) wife Helene Fourment whom he married in 1630. It wasn't uncommon for Rubens to use his wives and other family members as inspiration for his religious paintings. The Virgin in Adoration, from over ten years earlier, is said to resemble Isabella Brant (you can check for yourself using this blog), while the Christ Child, in the same painting, is thought to be modelled on one of his sons, either Albert or Nicolaas.

 
The Virgin in Adoration before the Christ Child (c.1616-1619)

 
Head of a Woman Looking Downward (c.1630-1631)
 
Of course, if you were a male painter, almost during any period of history, and you painted women often it is almost inevitable that, eventually, you'll get round to painting them without their clothes. Rubens was no exception and he looked to the Renaissance superstar Michelangelo and even further back to ancient art for guidance in this field.
 
Interestingly, Rubens would sometimes use male models to help refine and perfect the poses he wanted as images of females to take on. More contentiously, the curators claim that Rubens' women were no more "voluptuous" than those painted by his predecessors and that they were "simply more life-like" and that their skin was "convincingly elastic and believably warm". Before rubbing their hands up and down their trousers and gurning lecherously.

 
Night (after Michelangelo) (c.1600-1603)

 
Venus Nursing Cupids ('Crescetis Amores') (1616)

 
Study of a Seated Woman, Turned to the Right (c.1633-1635)

 
Adam and Eve (c.1599)

Night features a marble figure from the tomb of Giuliano de Medici in Florence, Venus nursing Cupids does what it says - it shows Cupid and his putti chums suckling on Venus' breast(s), the Seated Woman may well be another portrait of Helene Fourment - this time undressing, and Adam and Eve (believed to be painted in or around 1599) may well be the earliest surviving large scale nude painting that Ruben made. Would you Adam and Eve it?

In fact, this work was made before Rubens' women became "voluptuous", before they became "rubenesque". It's said to be inspired by Raphael. The fully rubenesque can be witnessed on works like Venus Mourning Adonis (Adonis has been fatally wounded out hunting and Venus is cradling him), The Birth of Venus (a silverware design for a basin, bring it on), and The Three Graces.

 
Venus Mourning Adonis (c.1613-1615)

 
The Birth of Venus (c.1632-1633)
 

The Three Graces (c.1636)

None of these works are very colourful but the final room of the exhibition, Goddesses of Peace and Plenty, erupts in a riot of colour. It's a good way to end the show. These are dramatic paintings and they manage to combine Rubens' skill as a portrait painter with his ambition to paint mythological/historical scenes.

Inspired by Titian's Renaissance painting and the stories of the Roman poet Ovid (43BC - AD17/18) and made at a time when his homeland of the Netherlands was involved in the Eighty Years War with the Spanish Republic, they are seen as a call to peace with the women in the paintings acting, as women so often do, as the agents of peace.

Rubens combined his work as an artist with that as a diplomat and would travel across Europe undertaking peace negotiations on behalf of the Archduchess Isabel Clara Eugenia (her in the nun's habit, earlier on). These paintings are perhaps the best example of Rubens combining his art and his diplomatic endeavours.

There's a couple of collaborations with the still life painter Frans Snyders (Rubens obviously couldn't be bothered to waste time on fruit and all that boring stuff) including a more fleshed out, more electric, Three Nymphs with a Cornucopia. This one was taken to Spain and offered as a token in a bid to broker peace between England and Spain.

There's Juno, the queen of the goddesses, being tricked by Jupiter into nourishing the infant Hercules and on realising that then refusing him her breast milk and squirting it into the sky to create the Milky Way (hmmm!) and then there's Venus, Mars, and Cupid. A painting in which the goddess of love (Venus) sits down with the god of war (Mars) and the child (Cupid) that they have had, somewhat surprisingly consider their differences, together.

Venus is feeding Cupid but Mars, of course, is eager to get back to war. However, a little putto has loosened Mars's armour and when he stands up his breastplate will fall to the floor. For some reason, he's unable to put it back on and then is unable to return to war and Venus, and love, has won.

These Christian, and other mythological stories, are, of course, ridiculous and, most likely, they're intended as allegories rather than as truthful fables but the message in that one, that love most always conquer the day, is a good one - and Rubens' paintings, be they muted, be they colourful, be they commissions taken by the high and mighty, or be they deep and meaningful personal meditations on those he loved and cared about are very good too. Rubenesque? This exhibition definitely was.

 
Rubens and Frans Snyders - Diana Returning from the Hunt (c.1623)

 
The Birth of the Milky Way (1636-1638)

 
Venus, Mars and Cupid (c.1635)

 
Rubens and Frans Snyders - Three Nymphs with a Cornucopia (c.1625-1628)

Self-portrait (1604-1605)




Monday, 18 December 2023

Scars and Girls:Marina Abramovic @ RA.

"I don't have tattoos. I have scars" - Marina Abramovic

Five Stages of Maya Dance (2013/2016)

You can say what you like about Marina Abramovic and her art but you can't say she doesn't mean it and you can't say she hasn't suffered for it. The Royal Academy's ongoing retrospective of her work shows how she has, over the decades, pushed both her body and her mind to the extremes in an attempt, usually successful, to make thought provoking, disturbing, and interesting work.

Even as a viewer you will be tested in places. There are videos that are uncomfortable to look at because of the violent, or potentially violent, content and there are videos that are uncomfortable to look at because they go on so bloody long. There are films on show at the RA that last for two hours and there are works, now captured for posterity, that lasted for between two and three months. Abramovic puts the hours in alright.

Born in Belgrade, Yugoslavia (now Serbia) in 1946, Abramovic studied in Belgrade and Zagreb as an academic painter but by the time she'd reached her twenties she'd been inspired by radical politics and radical art and moved from paintbrushes to performance art. Eventually becoming one of the key players in that movement. Along with Nam June Paik, Carolee Scnheeman, Chris Burden, Vito Acconci, and Joseph Beuys.

Her medium, for a lot of her work, is that of her own body. Its physical qualities as well as its 'energy' and though the 'performance' is at the heart of her work she expands on this with photographs, sculptures, videos, and installations. She is what you may call a multidisciplinary artist and she is one that is interested in using her art to provide emotional and spiritual (not my favourite word) transformation in both herself and the viewer.

The Artist Is Present (2010)

The Artist Is Present (2010)

I can't, honestly, say I was either emotionally or spiritually transformed by this exhibition at this point (though I enjoyed it) but that's probably because I was looking at videos of past performances rather than the performances themselves. If I'd been at them it might have been different. I would certainly have felt awkward and uncomfortable at times.

Take 2010's The Artist Is Present. Abramovic sat for seventy-five days at a table in the atrium of New York's Museum of Modern Art and invited members of the public, 1,545 of them eventually, to sit in front of her in silence for as long as they wished. Yes, like the stare out championships on Big Train. Abramovic herself seems to have remained, for the most part, poker faced while the general public, on a big screen on a wall opposite a grid of Abramovic's face, either look amused, confused, distressed, or even nonplussed by it all.

Extreme duration aside, it's pretty tame compared to what she was getting up to nearly four decades earlier. 1974's Rhythm O saw Abramovic present herself as an object to be acted upon. She stood motionless for eight hours alongside a table of seventy-two items that could be used for either pain or pleasure and asked audience members to do what they wish with her and with those objects on the table.

Considering some of those objects are hammers and saws that was something of a risk. What would you do if you were in the audience? I really don't know what I would but I don't think it would involve either a hammer or a saw. Apparently, the audience were, initially, hesitant to get involved but once they did some of them stripped Abramovic to her waist, cut her skin open, and, in one case, held a gun to her neck. The trauma of it all turned some of Abramovic's hair white and at the end of the performance many of the audience fled the gallery. Presumably ashamed of the violent behaviour they had been allowed themselves to become part of.

Rhythm O (1974)

 Rhythm O (1974)

 
Rhythm O (1974)

For Abramovic, her Balkan identity was bound up in extremes of violence and eroticism so it seemed natural, and correct, that she should express this in her art. Her parents, Danica Rosic and Vojin Abramovic had been partisan fighters in World War II and, feted as heroes, had been rewarded with coveted state jobs. The communist era she grew up in had an ideology of strict physical discipline paired with restricted freedom of speech and even though she left Belgrade, and Yugoslavia, in 1976 she continued to feel close ties to the land of her birth.

In 1997, at the Venice Biennale, she presented Balkan Baroque - a response to a decade of war and violence in a broken, and breaking, up Yugoslavia. The pile of bones, to anyone with even a cursory knowledge of the bloody wars that took place in the region at the time, hardly needs explanation and Abramovic, it seems, did not only mourn the loss of life but the loss her father and the loss of Yugoslavia itself. In 2001's The Hero she sits astride a white horse while the Yugoslavian national anthem is sung.

 
Balkan Baroque (1997)

 
Balkan Baroque (1997)

 
Freeing the Horizon (1971)

 
The Hero (2001)
 
I'm not quite sure what the trough of ink (part of Balkan Baroque) is meant to represent but I suspect it is all the blood spilled in the Balkan conflicts of the time. It's almost a surprise that Abramovic didn't use real blood as it's not a medium she's shied away from in the past (Rhythm O). A year before Rhythm O, Abramovic staged her first performance, Rhythm 10.

There's not a lot of it on show at the RA (despite the exhibition being pretty vast) but there is a still from a film of Abramovic doing that thing where you stab a knife into a table between the fingers of your splayed hand. It's not recorded if she managed to do this without stabbing herself but sometimes, it seems, the action is enough on its own.
 
 
Rhythm 10 (1973)

She considered the pain and anxiety she experienced during these performances and decided they were not the goal of the work. The goal was, she mused, the extreme mental clarity and presence she experienced while going through it. A kind of catharsis, a hardcore way of living precisely in the moment. Which is disarmingly similar to the reasons you may hear for somebody self-harming.

Not long after this she met with the German artist Frank Uwe Laysiepen who worked under the name of Ulay. They became a couple both romantically and artistically and for thirteen years they worked together as a partnership. The Royal Academy's largest room is full of films they've made together. You'd need to take a week off work to watch them all (which I, of course, didn't) but the general gist is that Ulay and Abramovic's work became not about the self alone but about the self and its relationship to the other.

 
Freeing the Voice (1975)

 
AAA-AAA (1978)

 
Lips of Thomas (1975)

 
Relation in Time (1977)

 
Rest/Energy (1980)

Ulay and Abramovic tie their hair together, they scream at each other, and they breath intensely close to each other but the most powerful work was, for me, 1980's Rest/Energy in which he holds a bow and arrow directed straight at her for four minutes. A microsecond of distraction and it could all have ended very badly. It is an image of pure trust and pure love and as with pure love and pure trust it is fraught with a sense of 'what if'. It's one of the best works in the entire exhibition.

Eight years later, however, Ulay and Abramovic embarked on an epic project that would bring them to realise that their relationship was over. Starting from opposite ends of the Great Wall of China, they would each walk for ninety days and meet in the middle. The plan was for them to marry at that point but by the time the Chinese authorities had granted them permission for the performance their relationship had deteriorated.

The show, however, must go on. So the work was modified. Both artists, as planned, walked along the Great Wall of China for ninety days and met in the middle. But instead of getting married as originally planned, they underwent a ritualised separation. Both their romantic and their personal relationship came to an end and was never revived - though when Ulay died in March 2020, Abramovic spoke fondly of their time together.

The art on show to reflect this era is surprisingly modest. Some Chinese vases whose individuality Abramovic believes reflects her and Ulay going their own ways, some rubbings taken on and around the wall that Abramovic said reflected the historical energy of those that had gone before, and a fifteen minute video film of the two of them walking along the wall.

 
Modus Vivdeni:Urn 1, Urn 2, Veil, and Urn 3 (c.1983)

 
The Sun and the Moon (Die Mond, der Sonne) (1987)

 
The Lovers, Great Wall Walk (1988)
 
After the Great Wall walk, and her split with Ulay, Abramovic's art started moving away from the visceral and confrontational to something more reflective and elegiac. She became ever more interested in exploring the relationship between material and immaterial energy. Inspired by a myth that the Great Wall of China was built in the shape of a dragon's tail she filmed herself with a snake crawling across her face and she made a series of works, Transitory Objects for Human Use', which made the viewer, not for the first time in her career, part of the work. An example would be 1989's Green Dragon (below) in which you can lie down and (try to) feel the energy of the piece.
 
While I was there, people were filming their friends and their partners posing on these works and I felt I was missing out. Visiting galleries on my own, as I often (but not always) do, is not really a problem but when you see works like this you realise you are missing out and it makes you thing of other things you're missing out on in life. Having a job, having a partner, having a child. Having a life, basically.
 
Still, lots of time to write blogs and lots of time to convene with nature at one's own pace. Which is something I think Abramovic would approve of. For her, nature is the source and she was particularly attracted to places she saw as having magnetism and energy:- waterfalls, volcanoes, faults in the Earth, great rock formations. Places that inspired awe. Places that humans seem almost determined to destroy as if to prove it is they, not nature, that has dominion over the planet. Humans will fail in this folly.

 
Sleeping Under the Banyan Tree (2010)

 
Green Dragon (1989)

 
Stromboli III Volcano (2002)

 
Dragon Heads (1990/2018)
 
The natural environment, without human intervention, changes slowly and, for Abramovic, time does too. She likes to stretch a moment of time to its limits. We only live for a finite amount of time so we should try and appreciate every second, even if we are not in a happy moment. In Five Stages of Maya Dance, Abramovic considers extremes of human expression (using photographs carved into alabaster slabs, it works, I've headed the blog up with one of them) and Cleansing the Mirror sees Abramovic pondering the death that awaits us all.
 
Some of us sooner than others. Abramovic believes death to be "the ultimate physical transition that all of us will undergo" and has said that "when death knocks" on her door, she wants "to enter this last experience very consciously and free from fear, bitterness and anger" because "it is the last experience that we can have in our lives".
 
Earlier today I read a Guardian interview with Shane MacGowan's widow Victoria Mary Clarke and in it she spoke of Shane's recent death at the age of 65. She said, with no little understatement, that "Shane loved getting high when he was alive and I think the ultimate high for him would have been to ascend, and meet Jesus, and really get off on that cosmic space. That would have been the eternal buzz". It seemed a nice way to speak about the death of a loved one and though I don't share Shane's belief in God, I do hope that death is more a merciful release than a long, drawn out, painful experience. Like my friend Bugsy, I hope I can leave this Earth with kind words for all around me and all I wish to leave behind is love and memories - and maybe the odd blog!

 
Cleansing the Mirror I (1990)

 
Artist Portrait with a Candle (A) (2012)

 
Five Stages of Maya Dance (2013/2016)

 
Five Stages of Maya Dance (2013/2016)
 
 
Five Stages of Maya Dance (2013/2016)

 
Four Crosses (2019)

 
Four Crosses (2019)

 
Bed for Dead Spirits (1996)

Let's get away from me and back to Marina Abramovic. Cleansing the Mirror sees a video of somebody slowly and methodically cleaning a skeleton. The bones that are left when the soul has departed. It's an act of pure devotion, an act that is as sad as it is inspiring.
 
As we get older, we view death differently. When we're young it's something violent and extreme and it's, mostly, something that happens to other people, to older people. As we age, we see our friends and close family members pass away and we begin to consider, more and more, our own mortality. The best we can hope for is to come to terms with it before our time is up. Marina Abramovic is 77 years old. I hope she's got many years left but it does seem she has come to terms with her eventual death.
 
As if to demonstrate that the exhibition was moving away from this mortal coil and into some kind of afterworld there was a portal us visitors could walk through. I did. I didn't feel much but it looked cool.
Our whole lives are spent passing through thresholds and entering into different states of being. For Abramovic, portals (either artworks or actual) are about changed states of consciousness, about being able to cope with pain, about being able to enter a state of dreaming.

 
Portal (2022)

 
The Communicator (3) (2012/2023)

 
The Spirit in Any Condition Does Not Burn (2011)
 
Yet for all this talk of spirituality, energy, and dream states Abramovic recognises there are limits to our consciousness and she reflects on this in her art. Ulay and Abramovic had spent time in the 1980s living with and studying the spiritual traditions of the Aboriginal people in Australia and Tibetan Buddhism. 
 
They became, and she remains, interested in the stillness and energy concentration of these practices as well as their conception of space and time. Of being in a place where the past, the present, and the future can all co-exist in harmony. The works that round off the show are an example of Abramovic, once drawn to the violent and the transgressive, coming to terms with life, slowing down, and absorbing all that there is to absorb. I particularly like Stromboli where the artist simply lies on a beach and lets the waves wash over her. Anyone who's ever done that will know how relaxing and therapeutic that feels. As long as the water is warm enough. I recommend a Caribbean beach (not that I've been to one for over twenty years).

 
Dozing Consciousness (1997)

 
Reprogramming/Levitation Module (2000/2008)

 
Stromboli (2002)

 
The Current (2017)
 
To me, it's one of the most uplifting experiences imaginable but many find uplift in spirituality or even in organised religion (which I have no time for). Abramovic found inspiration in the experiences of the cloistered nun and 16c Spanish mystic Teresa of Avila who, like Francis of Assisi (apparently), was so holy she could levitate.

While I don't believe this for one moment I do believe that art, and religion - if that's your bag, can uplift the human spirit. Marina Abramovic, in a show I'd had doubts about before attending, managed to uplift mine and now we are a week away from Christmas I am looking forward to seeing close friends and family and I know that, even more than art and definitely more than religion, that they will uplift my spirits even more. Srecni praznic.

 
Untitled Octopus (2) (2019)

 
The Levitation of Saint Therese, from The Kitchen (2009)

 
Chair for Human Use with Chair for Spirit Use (6) (2012)