President Pratibha Patil will confer the prestigious Sangeet Natak Akademi Fellowships and Akademi Awards for 2008 at a special ceremony at Vigyan Bhavan today.
The Akademi Fellowship (Akademi Ratna) and Akademi Awards (Akademi Puraskar) are recognized as the highest national honour conferred on practicing artists, gurus and scholars and have come to stay as the most [...]
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Sangeet Akademi Awards presentation today
iPhone portraits from the fourth plinth
iPhone portraits from the fourth plinth
iPhone portraits from the fourth plinth
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Rachel Strugatz: J. Crew’s Jenna Lyons: See What’s In Her Office (PHOTOS)
Meet Jenna Lyons, the creative director of J. Crew, the face behind “Jenna’s Picks,” and the resident visionary responsible for catapulting the retailer into a realm of success never seen by the likes of most brands.
Orientalist art
Bidding rewards the brave
The market for Orientalist art has always been uneven. In the early 1980s prices soared for 19th-century pictures by European artists of deserts and camels and falcons and fairs. Works by Lord Leighton and John Frederick Lewis, so unfashionable in the 1960s, earned stratospheric sums. Then they tumbled, first in the early 1990s and then again now.
Christie’s Orientalist sale in London on July 9th did not go well. Of the 59 lots on offer, 27 failed to sell despite every effort by the auctioneer, Alexandra McMorrow, to squeeze bids out of those attending. It was an afternoon of thin trading, with reluctant bidders and bargain-hunting buyers. The entire sale was despatched to just 14 purchasers. …
Artist of the week: Wilhelm Sasnal
Whether it’s pop art, film or photorealism, the artist appropriates familiar media images to give them an uncomfortable twist
Suicide bombers, mosh pits, anti-folk hero Daniel Johnston and communist propaganda: the paintings of Wilhelm Sasnal draw on many influences. His subject matter comes from the mass media, in particular music (his first love), but politics is never far behind.
Born in Poland in 1972, Sasnal paints in a variety of traditions, darting between pop art and photorealism, cubism and comics so variously that you could be forgiven for thinking they were by different people. Yet all of them focus on the artist’s attempts to release, or even democratise, familiar images. Take Rodchenko’s instantly recognisable picture of a woman, an iconic image of Soviet propaganda, which was repainted by Sasnal with dark shadows as if she were an empty memorial to a forgotten past.
Because the artist is also a film-maker, some of his pictures have a cinematic quality. Factory, 2000, which depicts two workers on a production line, is painted in monochrome. While its subject is distinguishable, the image is blurred, as if overexposed, replicating the feel of an early Polish information documentary. Airplanes, 2001, in which Sasnal subverts drawings of fighter planes by the Italian conceptual artist Alighiero Boetti, by transforming them into bombers belching black smoke against a cyan sky, similarly captures the atmosphere of cold war paranoia.
Sasnal often plays on personal experiences, relating them to wider issues. He named one of his exhibitions Years of Struggle, referencing a propaganda film about the Soviet-era Polish commander General Karol Åšwierczewski, but also touching on Sasnal’s own struggles with painting.
Why we like him: For UFO, 2002. At the centre of a grey canvas is a fuzzy smear, reminiscent of those blurry photographs taken by eyewitnesses of supposed supernatural phenomena.
Hitting the headlines: In 2008, Sasnal caused controversy in Scotland with his film The Other Church, which focused on the brutal murder of the Polish student Angelika Kluk in Glasgow.
Throw-away lines: Sasnal was co-founder of the (now defunct) Ladnie Group. Critics described the group’s art as pop-banalism, reflecting their interest in trivial themes taken from the mass media.
Where can I see him? Wilhelm Sasnal is showing at Sadie Coles HQ, London, until 10 July.
Adrian Searle meets Marina Abramović
The grandmother of self-styled performance art forces Adrian Searle to slow down in a visceral new show involving 13 international artists at the Whitworth gallery
Gormley’s great unwashed
Seeking the next star of Islamic art
Gormley’s ‘picture’ of Britain
Antony Gormley says that his 100-day project One and Other – in which members of the public can spend an hour on the empty fourth plinth in Trafalgar Square – will end up creating a “composite picture” of Britain. After the first few hours yesterday, the self-portrait appeared to show a mosaic of polite rule-breakers, exhibitionists with a social conscience and slightly inept publicans.
The rule-breaking began five minutes before the official inauguration of the project. Boris Johnson, the London mayor, was poised to welcome the latest temporary artwork on to the plinth in the north-west corner of the square when a white-haired middle-aged fellow, too quick for all four of the hefty security guards nearby, sprinted along the top of the balustrade that runs the width of the square.
Using its height to jump from, he grabbed hold of the safety netting strung beneath the plinth and hauled himself aloft, for a moment dangling dangerously upside down. Then he was up there, to stage a very singular protest, unfurling a poster saying: “Ban tobacco and actors smoking. One billion deaths this century!”
With admirable sang-froid, mayor and artist ploughed on, punctuating their speeches with polite requests for the interloper to remove himself.
After Johnson’s succession of awful puns (“we may have lost the people’s princess, but we have the people’s plinth”; “one day, your plinth may come”), Gormley appealed thus: “I hope you’ll have the grace to give up your place to Rachel, the real first person on the plinth. You are the warm-up act, the pre-plinth act.”
The protester – Stuart Holmes – shouted: “Give me a mike.” Gormley yelled back: “You should have brought your own! That’s the rules!”
Johnson was heard to mutter:”It really is quite important that he comes down now,” and Holmes did, descending on the cherry-picker that had lifted Rachel Wardell, a 35-year-old housewife from Lincolnshire, to the plinth.
After all the drama, Wardell’s official hour – holding before her large green sign promoting the charity Childline – seemed rather tame. After she had been welcomed down by her husband, Brian, and children Harrison, five, and Archie, two, she said she had eschewed an elaborate performance because she felt she simply wanted to say: “This is me, and this is the thing that I care about.”
Meanwhile Holmes – who said his occupation was “anti-smoking protester” – was keen to press his point home. “Actors smoking in films is enticing children to the holocaust of smoking,” he said on his descent.
“We will be keeping,” said Gormley, “a weather eye on the north-east corner of the plinth from now on.”
The next participant, Jason Clark, a 41-year-old nurse from Brighton, surprised onlookers by doing nothing, really, at all. “I thought it enough to be there and represent my region,” he said good-naturedly afterwards. By contrast Jill Gatcum, 51, who ascended just as the heavens opened, was a one woman hive of activity: she was releasing 49 helium balloons, one for each of the people who had supported her by donating to a charity of their choice.
By lunchtime there was a town crier – not passing on the news of the day, alas, but promoting two-for-one cocktails in his London pubs in bad rhyme. “Come to our bar, it’s the best bar by far”, bawled Scott Illman, his voice largely lost to the wind, traffic and fountains.
The succession of plinthians will go on until October – applications are still open and participants are chosen by computerto represent each region.
Gazing up at the curious phenomenon he had unleashed, Gormley said: “Look how fragile, small and vulnerable they are.” A Russian woman handing out stickers carrying the slogan “I don’t need a plinth to be art”, said: “It shows how much you British respect your citizens – and trust them not to take a gun up there.”
Well, yes. But, one suspects, we ain’t seen nothing yet.
Fourth plinth: Gormley’s best work
In encouraging the public to act, react and interact around Trafalgar Square’s fourth plinth, Gormley’s One and Other is timely – and invokes a rich tradition of living art
At a little before 9am, today a protester scaled the fourth plinth in London’s Trafalgar Square to demonstrate against actors smoking. He was followed by the first official occupant, who stood with a giant lollipop emblazoned with the logo of the NSPCC. Strangely, all this was somehow less compelling than the man in shorts and red T-shirt who came next. He had no apparent agenda at all, except being there. Most of the time, he stood near the lip of the plinth with his hands in his pockets, like a character in search of an author. His presence was what counted. Just as some sculptures have more presence than others (a tiny bronze Giacometti can somehow fill a whole room), so it is with the living.
Not everyone here will be a living sculpture. Some who are lifted on to the plinth will be living advertisements for themselves, craving attention, fame or notoriety. I expect numerous hapless performances, a bit of nudity, protests and declarations at all hours of the day and night. There’s always the chance someone might immolate themselves, or defecate, urinate, masturbate or vomit. Are they allowed shoelaces or belts up there? Are they frisked for weapons or secret intentions? Is there a contingency for those who might wish to give birth, or any potential suicides? Taking a running jump, it would be easy to hurl oneself over the safety net to the paving slabs below. Anyone attempting to recreate the artist Yves Klein’s famous 1960 Leap into the Void, a photograph of him suspended in mid-air above the street, should be warned – his image was doctored. And what about snipers on nearby rooftops, kids with catapults, miscreants with rotten eggs, bricks, guns? A stoning is entirely possible.
Living sculpture has a long and intriguing history. On 1 January 1901 the bullfighter Don Tancredo López covered himself in whitewash and stood on a box in the middle of the bullring in Madrid; the bull circled him but did not attack. López was a statue of himself risking death. When Gilbert and George covered their hands and faces in gold paint, stood on a table and performed Flanagan and Allen’s song Underneath the Arches in a London gallery in 1969, they risked only the derision of the art crowd.
In 1974 Chris Burden spent 22 days on a platform in a New York gallery; and in 2002, the Montenegran artist Marina Abramovicć spent 12 days and nights on a platform, eating nothing and only drinking water. She slept and performed all her ablutions in full view of the public. An hour on a plinth isn’t long, but Trafalgar Square is a different, far more public context, with live action from the plinth streamed on the web 24 hours a day.
So far the most memorable work since the fourth plinth was turned over to contemporary art has been Mark Wallinger’s Ecce Homo, a life-sized cast of a young man in a loincloth, which appeared in 1999. The white resin cast looked like marble. Standing on the edge of the plinth, facing the square, it had more presence than the people who have so far been hoisted there; asking why this might be is a question both about sculpture, and about ourselves.
Yet Gormley’s idea is a rich one. It combines a very old idea about images, and sculptures on plinths in public spaces, with the digital age and the spectacle of reality TV. We know that paying attention to an experiment often changes its outcome. Those who stand and watch have all sorts of expectations and fantasies. The square below is a space for the curious and the ghoulish, for voyeurs and louts; it, as well as the plinth, is a space of transit and for waiting, and for all sorts of performances and gestures. We are all actors here, under the watchful cameras of Sky Arts.
Gormley offers the possibility both for action and inaction. This is where the project’s magic lies – and also its danger. It is probably his best work, even if it risks bringing out the worst in people. The artist has set up the conditions, and what follows is unknown.
Can artists save the world?
The environment is this year’s big theme across the arts. Here’s how Britain’s greenest cultural avengers plan to save the world
“No artist has ethical sympathies,” Oscar Wilde once wrote. “An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. All art is quite useless.”
Try telling that to today’s writers, artists, film-makers, architects, actors and musicians. An ethical sympathy – and, specifically, an environmental conscience – is fast becoming de rigueur. The last five years have seen an unprecedented flowering of eco-awareness and activism throughout the arts, at home and abroad. From giant multiplexes to 50-seat fringe venues, from sweaty stadiums to intimate galleries, artist are talking – and singing, and writing, and painting – about the planet’s inexorable drift towards disaster.
The Contingency Plan, a play about climate change by Steve Waters, recently opened to rave reviews at the Bush theatre in London. Radical Nature, an exhibition exploring “art and architecture for a changing planet”, is currently showing at the Barbican in London; it features the work of Anya Gallaccio, who has sawn a birch into bits and then reassembled it, as well as a piece by Joseph Beuys, the grandfather of ecological art. In Manchester last week, 83-year-old artist Gustav Metzger installed a forest of upended willows in the city centre – a powerful statement about a damaged world.
In September, McLibel director Franny Armstrong’s new film The Age of Stupid, a dystopic imagining of a future Earth, opens around the world (it came out in the UK in March). Photographer Yann Arthus-Bertrand’s 90-minute movie Home – “an ode to the planet’s beauty and its delicate harmony” – has just gone online . In April, Hull Truck revealed its dazzling new eco-friendly theatre. Paul McCartney wants us all to stop eating meat. Paul Weller plays the Eden Project on 10 July for the rainforests. And . . .
Well, you get the idea. There’s a lot going on. The question is: can any of this art do any good? When an actor or a musician lectures us about global warming, our first instinct is cynicism: after all, is it possible to maintain both a private jet and a green conscience? The satirical website The Onion neatly nailed this contradiction, with the headline: “Alec Baldwin signs two-year deal to care about the environment.”
Of course, climate change is a giant issue. Bewilderingly complex and often misunderstood, it is ill-suited to the emotional directness of art and storytelling. “It’s about things happening all over the world in different places and at different tempos,” says Steve Waters. “How do you unify that into one story? It’s quite a challenge.”
Artists’ attempts tend to fall into two categories. There is the celebratory work reminding us how nice nature is; and there is the dystopian approach, which paints a stark picture of humanity’s future. Occasionally, the two will come together, as in Marcus Vergette’s Time and Tide Bell. Situated on the seawall at Appledore in Devon, the bell chimes a melody with the rise of the tide; as global warming worsens, this chime will become more frequent.
One positive thing to come out of this cultural greening is an increased dialogue between artists and scientists. Thanks to organisations such as UK-based charity Tipping Point, which brings artists and eco experts together, there is now a belief within the scientific community that the arts have a major role to play when it comes to saving the planet. “We’re in the middle of a paradigm shift in how we see the world,” says Peter Gingold, who runs Tipping Point. “It comes out of a sense of unease, that we have to do something. One of my dreams is to inspire a work so powerful that it provides the impetus to action – without something horrible having to happen first, and millions of people losing their lives.” There is some precedent for this, the most obvious example being Al Gore’s An Inconvenient Truth, which helped transform public understanding of global warming.
But culture can also lead by example: the greening of the arts is as much about the medium as the message. While the arts could hardly be described as a major polluter compared with the petrochemical industry, there is an ever-growing array of green initiatives, from fashion designers being urged to use sustainable fabrics, to theatres recycling sets. The National in London recently replaced all the tungsten lights in its Olivier foyer with LEDs, cutting energy use by 88%.
Meanwhile, organisations such as the Greencode Project in Canada are laying down international emission standards for the film and media industry. Even 24, Fox’s torture-and-explosions show, is promoting itself as the first carbon-neutral TV production, a target achieved through the use of biodiesel trucks, lights with motion sensors and much carbon offsetting.
Can the arts really save the world? In the short term, the answer is probably still no. That job must fall to politicians. But what the arts can do is remind us that it’s possible to save the world. Art can shock us – spur us – into action. “Artists can communicate in a way that scientists can’t,” says Judith Knight, director of ArtsAdmin, a London-based organisation showcasing contemporary art. “It’s important for audiences to see that it’s not too late – or people won’t see the point in doing anything.”
The film-maker: ‘Documentaries are the number one way to save the world’
When she was a zoology student, Franny Armstrong wrote a thesis entitled: “Is the human species suicidal?” It’s a question that haunts her film, The Age of Stupid. Set in 2055, it stars Pete Postlethwaite as the lone survivor in a fried world. From his base in the Arctic Circle, he looks back at what went wrong, through a video archive of news clips and interviews.
In person, Armstrong comes across as anything but pessimistic. The director of McLibel, a documentary about the court case brought by McDonald’s against activists Helen Steel and David Morris, she believes humanity is now working to a frighteningly short deadline: just over five months. That’s the period of time until COP15, the UN Climate Change Conference, which takes place in Copenhagen at the beginning of December.
“It’s unbelievably central,” she says. “The only way we can stop runaway climate change is to massively cut global emissions. The only way of cutting global emissions is an internationally binding treaty. And the only chance to get an internationally binding treaty is at Copenhagen. We have to start cutting emissions by 2015. If we fail at Copenhagen, there’s no time to get another treaty in place.”
As a film-maker, albeit an independent, low-budget one, Armstrong is part of an industry with a very high carbon footprint. Her own work is rigorously audited: making The Age of Stupid created 94 tonnes of CO2 – around 1% of that generated by Hollywood eco-disaster flick The Day After Tomorrow, she notes drily (although that movie’s credits claim its emissions were offset by tree-planting).
Yet the film industry has done more to raise awareness than any other art form. “Independent feature documentaries are currently the number one way to save the world,” says Armstrong, “in terms of reaching the most number of viewers, completely uncensored.” In March, The Age of Stupid had the world’s first solar-powered premiere, in a viewing tent specially erected in London’s Leicester Square. The carpet was green, not red, and celebrities were encouraged to come on foot or by bike.
Armstrong is pioneering a new brand of indie film distribution, whereby anyone can buy a licence to screen The Age of Stupid, and keep the proceeds for themselves or whatever climate campaign they may be running. “I wouldn’t pick on the movie industry particularly,” she says. “Everybody cutting a little bit is not the answer. We need legislation on a massive scale.”
The architect: ‘Wind farms? I think they’re gorgeous, really lovely’
Ted Cullinan does not pull his punches. “We’re roasting the Earth to death,” says the architect, who was designing green buildings before the term “sustainability” was even coined. “Buildings have to respond to this, but sometimes it’s difficult to persuade clients to spend the money.”
Green architecture’s big problem is the squaring of aesthetics with environmental considerations. This is where Cullinan thrives. His designs feel linked to the surrounding ecology: green is built-in. Take the Gridshell building he designed for the Weald and Downland Open Air Museum in Sussex, where a gently rippling exterior looks like an extension of the rolling landscape. The lower level, which serves as the museum’s archive, sinks into the ground, providing a cool, well-insulated storage space with minimum energy needs.
In Cambridge, where Cullinan studied, the pavilions he designed for the £60m Centre for Mathematical Studies manage to look both futuristic and strangely pagoda-like. Boasting natural ventilation, night cooling and solar shading, they are arranged around a central building that is topped off with a roof garden for insulation.
“If you insist on designing a house as you would have done before,” says Cullinan, “and then stick solar panels on the roof, it’s pretty horrible. But if you design an energy roof and a house to go under it, there are fantastic aesthetic possibilities that do nothing but interest and challenge me.”
But Cullinan, now in his 70s, isn’t too optimistic about the future of green architecture in the UK. Some hope, he says, is offered by the London Array, a giant wind farm off the Kent and Essex coasts that has finally got the go-ahead. “I think they’re gorgeous, really lovely,” he says of wind farms. “For some reason, people can’t see power lines marching across the country, but they can see wind turbines, which on the whole are lower.”
He feels the building industry is otherwise behind the times, though. “They will move as slowly as they can – for economic reasons. I mean, they’re not evil. But they like making money.”
The pop avenger: ‘There are no silver bullets. We need a different way of thinking’
Alison Tickell is not a pop star. You won’t have seen her at Live Earth singing about polar bears, or tumbling out of a Soho nightclub sporting a Fairtrade tattoo. Yet for the last two years she has been quietly revolutionising the British music industry. Tickell is CEO of Julie’s Bicycle, a not-for-profit company working to reduce the music industry’s footprint. She does this through research, carbon-auditing and the promotion of “green standards” for record companies and venues.
“Sort yourself out,” says Tickell. “That’s our philosophy. Then extend that message to whatever else you can influence.” When Tickell formed her company in 2007, there were three central issues to address. The first was audience travel, which makes up an incredible 43% of the industry’s carbon emissions; the second was the footprints of various venues; and the third was CD production, particularly plastic packaging.
Travel, naturally, is the toughest. It is indexed to so many factors, from the availability of public transport to the personal inclinations of music fans. “There are no silver bullets here,” says Tickell. “It requires a completely different way of thinking. It cannot be done by promoters alone.”
Still, she has managed to secure commitments from the four major record labels (Universal, EMI, Sony and Warner), as well as the large independent Beggars group, to reduce emissions caused by CD packaging by at least 10% within a year. Julie’s Bicycle has created an online carbon calculator for venue bosses, and continues to research everything from the impact of touring to the growth of music downloads. (If the latter sounds as though it should be an environmental positive, it turns out to be a slippery, difficult-to-measure issue: one downloaded track might be stored on multiple MP3 players or servers, or burned on to CDs, all requiring power.)
Where does this leave the artists? Many musicians have embraced eco-thinking, notably Radiohead, who have carbon-audited their tours, encouraged fans to travel by public transport and, wherever possible, freighted their touring gear by sea rather than air. Yet there is a reluctance among some artists to “come out” for environmentalism, even though they may believe in the cause themselves. Tickell calls this “the green hush effect”. She says: “In many instances, where a celebrity has got up and made a strong statement, the response has been the opposite of the intended effect.” In other words, by speaking out, pop stars expose themselves to instant audit-by-media. “Obviously, I’m not saying we can’t ask questions of our messengers. If an artist is simply lecturing us on climate change, and not making any commitment to it in their actions, they will be questioned. People aren’t stupid. But the fundamental thing is the message.”
The theatre guru: ‘We’ve got hefty things to deal with. It’s going to be a rocky ride’
In March 2007, the Arcola theatre made a bold announcement: the east London venue was planning to become the world’s first carbon-neutral theatre. In terms of importance, it vowed to put green issues on a par with its shows and youth work. Much of this is thanks to Ben Todd, the theatre’s executive director and green guru.
“The carbon neutral plan was supposed to make a point – to say: theatre can do this,” he says. “The arts cost money. We do them because we believe they’re important. Is the Arcola anywhere near being carbon neutral? No. Our objective is to reduce our consumption of everything.” Todd’s team have installed a hydrogen-powered fuel cell, which runs the LED lighting in the bar and the lights for selected performances. The cell puts out 5kW, less than a fifth of what is usually available. This sets a challenge for lighting designers: they aren’t compelled to use the fuel cell, but it’s surprising how many do.
The National theatre has also been experimenting with lighting. It is common practice for theatres to switch on their swivelling stage lights hours before a performance begins. However, more reliable technology has made this level of warm-up unnecessary. Last year, the National tested this by keeping the lights for War Horse switched off until 35 minutes before curtain-up. They came on perfectly every time.
The Arcola has yet to stage a main-house show about the environment, partly out of a desire to separate content and practice, and partly because such dramas are thin on the ground. However, the theatre does hold monthly Green Sundays, featuring film, music and spoken-word events on an ecological theme. Meanwhile, the Arcola has been appointed as administrator for the mayor of London’s Green Theatre plan, which aims to deliver 60% cuts in venues’ carbon emissions by 2025.
“I’m an optimist,” says Todd. “If you’re a pessimist, then kill yourself now. We’ve got some fairly hefty things to deal with, though. I think it’s going to be a rocky ride.”
The visual artists: ‘Save the world? It’s the human race that might need saving’
From cave painters onwards, visual artists have been inspired by nature. It’s hard to gauge the effectiveness of visual art as a tool for raising awareness, however, since there’s a tendency to shy away from anything so crass as a message.
Heather Ackroyd and Dan Harvey create green art in the most literal sense: they grow grass on Bibles, chairs, tree trunks, even the interior of an abandoned church. While it’s tough pinning them down, they will admit their work reflects their growing concern about the environment.
In 2006, they retrieved the skeleton of a beached minke whale and encrusted it with alum crystals for a work called Stranded. “Dan was scraping away at bones and picking off maggots – it was dirty, stinky work,” says Ackroyd. “As a vegetarian,” adds Harvey, “cleaning a whale that has been dead for a long while isn’t much fun.”
Stranded was inspired by their journeys with the Cape Farewell initiative, which brings artists, writers and scientists together for trips to the Arctic. There, they saw beaches strewn with the bones of whales and walruses. “You think about how many of our major ports were built on the back of the whaling industry,” says Harvey. “We plundered the oceans so we could have candles, soap, whale oil and whalebone corsets. Then petroleum was discovered and we’ve plundered that to the brink.”
Does this husband-and-wife team feel the arts have a role to play in saving the world? “I don’t know if the world needs saving,” says Harvey. “It’s the human race that might need saving. We’ve got to return to a balance within the world. It’s about trying to gain respect for the planet again.”
‘She got the keys to your soul’
Leading figures from the dance world and beyond have paid tribute to the German choreographer Pina Bausch, who died this week at the age of 68
Alain Platel, artistic director, Les Ballets C de la B
For me, Pina’s work was a trigger when I saw it in the early 80s. She opened a lot of doors for many of us. She was the first one to ask questions of her dancers and use the answers to make performances. She had little lists of questions. They could go from the absurd, like “What did you eat for Christmas?” to “How do you feel about love?” There were a thousand other questions in between. It was quite revolutionary. Many of us use that method now.
Her masterpiece is without doubt Café Müller. I was asked in 2001 to organise a dance festival, and I contacted Pina. Everyone told me that it would be impossible, that she never showed only Café Müller – and that she would never show it just for one evening. But she invited me to Wuppertal, and we talked, and she came! She came to the festival to show Café Müller in a theatre that was too small for the set to fit in.
The way she talked about her own and others’ performances was very subtle and poetic. What I liked about her was that she would never talk about your work in terms of good and bad; she would always try to understand why somebody would do something.
I probably will not be the only one who was extremely in love with her. She would give you a lot of attention in a very positive way. She would share you with the people she was with. She was extremely intelligent and sensitive – and, in that way, a mirror of her own performances.
Wayne McGregor, choreographer
An artist of true inspiration, Pina Bausch has changed the dance and theatre landscape forever. Always provocative, her amazing body of work stands testament to her enduring vision, innovation and creativity.
Lloyd Newson, DV8 Physical Theatre
When Pina Bausch first came to London in 1982, I remember swathes of audience members walking out and many critics sullenly dismissing her work as “not dance”, “structureless” or “self-indulgent”, and some still do. But Bausch was not a person to kowtow to audiences’ or critics’ demands to change her work. The rewards of that singular, uncompromising vision mean that nowadays for every person leaving one of her shows, there are 20 others waiting for their seat.
Bausch understood that dance and linear narrative weren’t always the best vehicles for discussing the human condition. Even if you were a disciple of her work from the outset, like I was, her work could delight you but just as easily frustrate and annoy you. That was her magnificence. Bausch made you feel. She had the courage to relentlessly pursue, on stage, her own fascinations and obsessions about time and human relations no matter how minuscule or epic those ideas might be; and that was her genius.
It is rare to find dance- or theatre-makers with such vision and courage. Her work truly allowed people to see the world from another perspective that, had she not been around, we would never have known. Her legacy is monumental.
Deborah Bull, creative director, Royal Opera House
I first saw Pina Bausch’s company in 1980, in what I now gather was an “unsuccessful” season at Sadler’s Wells. In retrospect, that makes sense: as a graduate student at the Royal Ballet School, I certainly couldn’t have afforded the seat I occupied at its face value. I don’t remember much about the performance other than a line of black-clad women advancing towards the audience and answering, one by one, the question of a disembodied voice: “What are you afraid of?” “Death.” “Is that all?” “Isn’t that enough?”
I knew I had seen something huge, something groundbreaking, something which would change forever what I believe can be expressed through dance, and how. Watching Bausch’s choreography is like watching life through a train window: unexpected peeks into private places, swathes of day-to-day drabness and life’s flotsam and jetsam washed up at the side of the track. A living tapestry which, like life, doesn’t always make sense. So some bits of Bausch wash past, leaving you unmoved, while there are moments which leave you wondering how she got the keys to your soul.
Siobhan Davies, choreographer
I know that Pina’s company is on tour at the moment and I send them heartfelt good wishes and strength as they continue. Pina must have triggered a continuous circle of enquiry and knowledge that rebounded around the artists that gathered to work with her and make years and years of outstanding performances. The loyalty that Pina and her company exchanged produced the power to make every minute of work count. An unconnected collection of felt images from performances ping into my mind as I write; many of then are of Dominique Mercy, whom I thank. Pina and her close associates must sometimes have taken each other to the edges of where performances can be made and sustained, but by the time they reached the stage, the wealth of energy and detail came from a whole company.
Pedro Almodóvar, film-maker
With a perennial cigarette in her hand, and her indescribable smile, Pina Bausch established a turning point in contemporary dance for the last quarter of the last century … Our friendship was intense and forever. Pina was very feminine and very sensual … She sparked very diverse emotions in me and always inspired me.
Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui, dancer and choreographer
Pina Bausch’s work was the first “contemporary” choreography I felt I understood. She somehow found a way to reflect reality, or at least show in movements and metaphors, a view on real life, on real relationships. Compared to classical dance, where men and women were pushed in specific and limited archetypes, her work touched me deeply as I recognised the tensions, the issues she was handling in her pieces. It moved me to tears, every time I saw something of hers.
She inspired me to this day to do what I do as a choreographer. She made me, through her art, believe in asking questions, and dancing the answers away, forever searching for a moment of grace. I was blessed in meeting her a couple of times and was invited to dance at her festival in Germany. I will cherish those moments of seeing her think, seeing her energy, and how she tried to make everyone feel welcome and taken care of. She had so much clarity and kindness, such power and vision, so much mystery also.
It’s a great loss to have her pass away, and a lot of tears have been shed since the sad news. I was struck by how extremely sad and empty I felt when I heard she left us. Death is not a new thing for me, yet I felt lost hearing of her passing away. In many ways, Pina was such a powerful inspiration, such a beacon, it’s like we are all her children. Suddenly we have to wake up and realise we have to become grownups and handle reality on our own, it’s a difficult shift to make for everyone staying behind.
My heart goes out to her family and to all her dancers and company members, to everyone in Wuppertal. I wish them a lot of courage in these difficult times. Pina leaves us with an incredible oeuvre, limitless inspiration and a vision of dance as a reflection of human lives, of human feelings, of human struggle. She will dance on forever in all our hearts, in our memories, in our bodies, in our movements. Let’s all keep (or start!) dancing to honour her. I feel she would have liked that … to see us all unite in dance.
Shobana Jeyasingh, choreographer
When I started choreographing, Pina Bausch was already an icon. She was like a huge mountain we all admired but also wanted to run away from. We were slightly scared that we’d be so influenced by her we wouldn’t find our own voice. In her work, there was an incredible theatricality of the body. You came out of the theatre gasping for breath. The Pina Bausch experience was like someone turning on a cold shower. It was an incredible assault on the senses. She’s a nice contrast to someone like Merce Cunningham. Cunningham is incredibly cool; it’s like looking at something from a very long distance but it still engages you. With Pina Bausch, it’s like looking at something at completely close quarters; you don’t get the freedom to have an emotional perspective. It’s thrown at you with such vigour and drama and energy.
Jan Fabre, theatre-maker
My last beautiful encounter with Pina was a night in an Antwerp restaurant a year ago. They closed the restaurant especially for us in order that we could smoke. Pina was a great lady, a great artist, and a fantastic smoker! I imagine that she died with a cigarette in her mouth: you have to stay loyal to the things that kill you.
Ramin Gray, associate director, Royal Court theatre
I saw Nelken in Venice in 1983. Half the audience had walked out in disgust by the end, but I was mesmerised. For years I had a poster of the girl with the accordion wandering through that endless field of carnations on my bedroom wall. The trouble with Pina is that her stuff is so distinctive you’ve got a real problem passing it off as your own without getting nabbed. Fortunately I did a youth theatre show in Ashford in 1990 where I offloaded most of it but she still haunts me after all these years.
Jasmin Vardimon, choreographer
I was sorry to hear the news of the death of a great artist, the pioneer of the dance-theatre genre. My first introduction to dance was her piece 1980, which I saw as a young teenager. A year later I had the privilege of helping to set the stage for Nelken and of observing the dress rehearsal – an experience that had a great influence on my development as an artist and my creative life today. Her work had the kind of impact that stays for a long time after you’ve seen it, and I’m sure this impact will stay for generations to come.
Cornelia Parker, artist
I first met Pina a few years ago, when Viktor was being performed at Sadler’s Wells. I’d always assumed that she would be a larger-than-life character because of those incredible images that she created, but the reverse was true. With her shyness, modesty and wraith-like physique, she seemed like somebody from an Edvard Munch painting.
There was a lot of humour in her work. People think of her as this dark German expressionist but there was lots of wit as well as tragedy, she used the whole emotional register. Her works weren’t about people having the perfect body. There were dancers of all ages – you might have 30 old age pensioners pirouetting on the stage, alongside sheep and dancers with impossibly long limbs. There’s a hypnotic refrain that seems to consistently resurface, like a slowed-down, Hawaiian hula. What is great about experiencing her work is the generosity and the space it allows you for your own thoughts.
A couple of years ago, I was asked to do a project in Wuppertal. There’s a suspended monorail in the city that passes right by the windows of Pina’s studio. I covered the windows of the trains with transparent gels, each carriage a different colour. I hoped that she might look out from her studio at night and see those mood trains go by.
Alistair Spalding, artistic director, Sadler’s Wells
It has been a great privilege to have been able to first present the work and then become a friend of Pina Bausch over the last eight years. Pina was first and last an artist who lived and breathed her work with the Tanztheater Wuppertal. She rarely took holidays but rather spent time travelling everywhere with her company, creating a new work every year and, most importantly and remarkably, keeping all of the works she ever made available in the repertoire. She had incredible stamina and there were regular, very late-night dinners after performances in Wuppertal and all around the world with a customary clinking of red wine glasses to start proceedings. Little did I know that the toast after her most recent premiere would be the last one I would have with her. Pina inspired absolute devotion from her company and collaborators, they all loved her deeply and so did I.
Monica Mason, director of the Royal Ballet
I was shocked and very saddened to hear of the death of Pina Bausch. She was a genius and a giant in the field of modern dance theatre and I wish I’d had the chance to know her and to perform in a piece of her work. It was always so exciting and inspiring to spend an evening watching her company performing. Her death leaves dance devastated.
Michael Morris, co-director, Artangel
Pina was well known for not talking about her work to journalists. She very rarely talked about her work to anyone at all. Whenever I went to Wuppertal, everything under the sun would be discussed around the dinner table but not the work. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to; she didn’t know how to talk about it. She was not an intellectual. She was motivated only by emotional truth and was not frightened to put difficult and paradoxical feelings on stage, almost as a way of evacuating aspects of humanity that she was fearful of. She made so many works, but they’re all one piece really. And it’s all about staging the full complexity of human emotion and impulse, however tough to look at. She celebrated humanity in all of its guises. Increasingly, she perhaps celebrated happiness more than pain. She always fused humour with horror, offsetting anxiety with compassion.
Ten days ago, I saw what has turned out to be her last piece. She would always show a new work without naming it; the title would come later. So this piece remains “ein stück von Pina Bausch”. It felt particularly complete and had a real integration of the more experienced members of the company and some younger dancers, making their debut.
Pina’s vision was second to none. I’d put her up there with Beckett and Bacon as one of the towering figures of the 20th century. All of the work is in repertoire and she kept it fresh so there can be a future for it. The company gave a performance in Poland the night that she died and they will perform over the weekend in Spoleto. The determination to keep her spirit alive through the work is fierce. The company were all asked if they wanted to perform on Tuesday, and they unanimously wanted to – and needed to.
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Following the success of the newly opened Acropolis Museum, Greek officials are more determined than ever to retrieve their missing heritage. Helena Smith reports from Athens
For as long as most Athenians can remember, the intersection of Makriyianni and Dionysiou Areopagitou streets was a nondescript place, the preserve of those bent on illicitly parking their cars on the narrow alleys of the historic Plaka district.
Nine days after the opening of the New Acropolis Museum, this little slice of Athens at the foot of the Acropolis rock is a place transformed. Where vehicles once clogged the streets, there are street cafes, people and performance artists – Greeks such as Anita Papachristou who, like a modern-day pilgrim, makes a point of dropping in to behold the behemoth that looks set to become Greece’s 21st-century shrine. “We waited for it long enough,” she says, looking up at the honey-coloured Parthenon marble, illuminated along the length and breadth of the museum’s upper floor. “And now that it’s here, I can say it’s been worth waiting for.”
The smell of cement still pervades the corridors and stairwells of the three-storey, €130m museum but neither that, nor the scouring Athenian heat, has stopped it being a sell-out success. At what will go down as the museum’s first post-opening press conference (held in a leather-seated auditorium in the bowels of the building) yesterday, Greek officials could scarcely contain their excitement at the “scandalous” number of ticket sales, both at home and abroad.
In the first five days, some 55,000 people rushed to snap up tickets that until the end of 2009 will sell at €1 a piece. Internet interest has also been unexpectedly high, helping to boost the sense that with this new showcase, Athens is on to a winner to retrieve the Parthenon sculptures from the British Museum. “Altogether, 90,822 tickets have been sold,” said the Greek culture minister Antonis Samaras. “From America to Mongolia, Australia to Nepal, internet users have logged into the [museum's] site. I, personally, have received letters of thanks from ordinary people in China. The interest has been phenomenal.”
It’s been more than 30 years in the making, and many Greeks thought they would never see the museum rise from the archaeologically rich but controversial ground on which it now stands beneath the ancient Acropolis. Politicians with an eye to posterity, starting with Melina Mercouri – the late actress who initiated the campaign for the return of the marbles in 1981– were more optimistic. By the time the partly EU-funded building was under construction, Greek officials were arguing as never before that the museum would reinvigorate the movement to win back those parts of the Parthenon frieze that Lord Elgin “hacked, prized and looted” from the monument more than 200 years ago.
Yesterday, as they hit back at the British Museum‘s longstanding argument that Athens has nowhere decent enough to house its Golden Age Wonders, Greek confidence had never been higher. There were not only the numbers, or the polls (including the Guardian’s this week), that proved most Britons were now in favour of the contested masterpieces returning to Greece, there was also the “moral argument”, said Samaras. “The museum has created a strength, a power in its own right for their return,” he added, describing the demand for their repatriation as “universal” and ruling out that Athens would resort to the courts to retrieve the sculptures from Britain.
“It is a question of ethics. Times have changed. Museums including the [New York] Met have returned disputed artworks to their country of origin.” If anything, say Greek classicists, the new museum’s popularity has finally proved that people want to see the treasures not only in context, beneath the temple where they were carved, but as a “narrative whole”, depicting the uninterrupted story of the 106-metre-long Panathenaic procession. In place of those pieces currently held in London, Greek archaeologists have placed crude, alabaster white plastercasts acquired from the British Museum in 1840. In the unforgiving attic light that filters through the museum’s huge glass panes, they stand out like eyesores.
So, is Europe’s longest-running cultural row about to get even more bitter? The Greeks made a point of keeping the museum’s opening ceremony low-key to avoid “contaminating” an otherwise joyous event. Little was made of the fact that only two trustees from the British Museum flew in for the bonanza, even though international debate over ownership of the marbles was revived on the eve of the inauguration, following talk of Britain loaning the marbles to Athens.
But now Greek officials say the gloves are off and, yes, it will get ugly. “We are no longer willing to play the nice guys,” says a senior member of the culture ministry, who is masterminding the government’s strategy on the issue. “The British Museum has lost the argument. It is now on the defensive. In a year’s time, I can assure you, it will want to give the marbles back.”
If the marbles are not returned home soon, private Greek investors apparently have hinted that they will build a Madame Tussauds-like museum down the road, with Lord Elgin hacking the sculptures from the monument as its main exhibit. Presently, the story is doing the rounds as a joke. But the bets are on that it may well happen. And if it does, it will be no laughing matter for the British Museum.
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