Art, Not
Chance: Nine Artists' Diaries
by Paul Allen,
ed. Calouste Gulbenkian Foundation, London,
UK, 2001.
120 pp., illus. Paper. ISBN: 0-903319-94-2.
Reviewed by Rob Harle (Australia)
recluse@lis.net.au
This book has
grown out of the Gulbenkian Foundations
grant programme, "Time To Experiment". The
foundation believes that the arts must have
research and development periods similar
to that required in science and industry
(p. 1). In other words, artists need time
to experiment and test new concepts free
from the constraints of exhibition, performance
or publication deadlines. I think this approach
towards the arts is to be congratulated
and the end result, as the books foreword
suggests, will benefit not only artists
but funding bodies, politicians and box-office
managers.
Nine artists were approached to keep a diary
of their activities for roughly six months.
These diary entries would be published and
hopefully give an in-depth, illuminating
insight into artistic practice. The artists
selected were all established, qualified
and highly regarded in their respective
fields.
The artistic disciplines included; musician,
writer, performance artist, poet, choreographer,
playwright, composer, theatre director and
sculptor. So far so good.
I dived into this book with my usual unbridled
enthusiasm, especially when the work promises
to be inspiring. And lets face it,
we all like to get a glimpse of the thought
processes and snippets of the private lives
of others. Thats what diaries are
generally about or at least should
be.
Diary entries are private concerns, thats
why they put locks on diaries and people
hide them under the bed and in other secure
places to keep them from prying eyes. Consequently
the entries are spontaneous, perhaps emotional,
cathartic or at least psychoanalytical in
a solipsistic sense. Even personal letters
to another individual, a lover for example,
have similar traits and function. Not long
ago I read a fascinating little book, Savage
Messiah by H.S. Ede, the personal letters
of Henri Gaudier to Sophie Brzeska. Whilst
some of these are pessimistic and express
hopelessness, they are at least genuine.
That is, they are not contrived and shallow,
nor do they smack of artifice, which the
entries in Art, Not Chance mostly
do.
One wonders why theatre director, Tim Supple
(one of the artists approached for the project)
agreed to have his words published when
he prefaces his diary entry with, "To record
my experience as it happens is anathema.
Nevertheless, I will attempt a diary, underwritten
by the security of knowing I may
never hand it in (p. 92) [my
emphasis].
Some entries simply describe, in
detail (ad nauseum) the work the artist
was engaged in at the time not so
much the processes involved or specific
artistic challenges they faced. Those that
didnt get into these details got into
the boring, irrelevant minutiae of their
personal hygiene. Words and phrases such
as; "Depressed", "Depressed and in limbo",
"got the flu", "in pain", "struck down with
despair" litter these pseudo-diary entries
and mar what could have been a worthwhile
window into artistic work practice.
Siân Ede in the foreword states, "We
hope that this book will reach different
audiences with different expectations. It
will be of particular interest to those
who are involved in educating and training
would be artists;" (p. 3).
So, on the positive side the entries did
highlight that artists have a desperate
need for research and development time.
Also, that training of practical/studio
artists (especially at university level),
must incorporate practical skills such as;
studio management, contracts and law, financial
management skills and health & safety
issues. If artists were taught these skills
their art would benefit because they would
have more time and be under less stress
when actually creating. They
would not be overwhelmed by the essential
and often tedious non creative parts
of the whole artistic process
of which they are largely ignorant or perhaps
choose not to consciously acknowledge.
My expectations were flattened and not being
an educator of artists I found the book
both boring and depressing.