Theo & “One Man’s Battle with The Art Establishment”
There has been a tremendous amount of activity in the Epstein Archive over the past few weeks. Bob has been up a fair bit in the last fortnight and has created a tremendous amount of work inspired by the archive. Firstly is his sculpture of Theodore Garman, which was made last week. We made a film following the sculpture’s progress and Bob talks a little about his thinking behind it.
I must admit that I find the Theo sculpture a little terrifying and it featured heavily in a rather bizarre dream I had the other night.
Secondly, Bob made a minature theatre for a film we made last week. This play, titled “One Man’s Battle with The Art Establishment”, is a light hearted look at the life of Jacob Epstein and was tremendous fun to make. It is in two parts, so be sure to watch both!
The gallery’s Youtube channel is filling up with all the short films that Bob and I have been making over the last few months. We feel that this is an exciting and different way of getting people interested in archives.
Last but not least, we visited Walsall College last week to give a talk to one of the art classes. We showed some of the videos we have been making and took along some objects from the archive. It was really great to take the archive to the people and they seemed to enjoy the visit as much as we did.
Robert and Roberta , clever people doing clever things and yet……
Through Epstein’s papers with hands like wax, you have moved and dug, and left your tracks, interpret Jacob as mean and weak, use him to garner what you seek.
Theo, colours of madness on the wall, bright peacock of life, artistic blindness can’t hurt him at all, as these clerics of art, with paint-box scrawl, offer the public wood, tin and string, spiritless object, a meaningless thing.
This is a expo of mundane and crass, brushes on rope and other such trash, guess it don’t matter if you’re taking the cash, from Arts Council funds, but you left this observer, out in the park, coz this is not art, you’re larking about, and in the sunlight, what I see, is an empty canvas, which in its virgin state, has the things this residency lacks, an understanding of grief, madness and joy…………