London Weekend (pt 2)
So Saturday was a good day. Up and out quite early to the Serpentine to see the Tomoko Takahashi installations. They were a delight: a riot of colour and sound, a delicious exploration into the world of play and of the memories of childhood. On the gallery wall is written: “I stayed up all night to watch the first launching of the Space Shuttle. Didn’t you?” and whilst the answer is no I didn’t, I do remember a TV set being placed in the assembly hall at school and us crowding around it to watch Columbia lift off that first time. So maybe it was that, or maybe it’s the fact that Tomoko Takahashi was born in 1966, but I felt a real and immediate connection with the work. There’s a real sense of pleasure in the installations. They communicate the delight of play so well. Also the frustrations (perhaps no coincidence then that one wall features the flattened boxes of the ‘Frustration’ game) – pieces that don’t go together, parts missing entirely, the frustration of things not going quite right, of never looking like they do on the box, of changing the rules to suit yourself, or making it all up as you go along. So it’s about appropriation of the elements of play; something we all do so naturally when we are young but that we lose the thrill of as we age; working within the constructs of our culture and our responsibilities instead of instinctively challenging them.
I guess what’s also appealing in the work is the obsessive cataloguing and the rigorous (and often ludicrously complex and personal) taxonomies of meaning behind the objects and their ordering within the installations. Fascinating games being played all around.
And I was so taken with the work that I forked over a bundle of cash for one of the limited edition prints from the show. It looks fabulous; a gaudily coloured Pop Art cacophony of meaning. I can’t wait to get it framed and hanging in the shortly to be completed (I hope) dining room. I’ve also got my Chris Onstad ‘Achewood’ print to hang in there. Yay!
So yeah, that, give or take a walk in the park taking photos and popping into Barkers for a new pair of jeans, was Saturday morning.
The afternoon was even more enjoyable though, as I finally met up with Lawrence. I was of course excited and nervous beforehand, but he was really lovely, exactly the wonderful Pop maverick we should surely all know him to be. We talked for well over four hours, including a two hour ‘interview’ that will hopefully eventually feature in Plan B. We talked about so many things, and it was a real pleasure. It turns out he is a big fan of Gordon Burn, which I kind of expected / hoped for. He hasn’t read David Peace yet, and though the fact that it’s fiction might go against his interests, I think he would like him.
Also got to meet Phil King (formerly of the excellent Servants of course), who looks amazingly handsome as ever, and the lovely Lora Findlay, whose illustrations and designs grace so many of those great RPM sleeves, including the brilliant ‘Dreambabes’ series. It was such an honour to be amongst those amazingly talented and brilliant people. I felt so honoured. I only hope the finished Lawrence interview / article does his genius justice.