Posted by cathedralofshit on July 2, 2010
Cathedral of Shit favourite Hannah Barry seems to have come up with a solution to some of her previous failed attempts at showing good art – she’s got other people to do it for her.
A ‘committee’ comprised of the likes of Gasworks Anna Colin, Art Review’s Oliver Basciano, Guggenheim curator Katherine Brinson and Anita’s Lizzie Neilson all suggested works for the car park. Teeming with millions of Camberwell College students were a handful of art usuals – we saw Matthew Slotover looking a little bewildered, The Outset gang, artists Anthea Hamilton, Matthew Darbyshire, Nicholas Byrne, and George Henry-Longly (all in the show) Frieze’s Sarah McCrory, Mute’s Dean Kissick, Ash Lange from Herald Street, Martin Creed (who also performed) and AR’s Mark Rappolt.
It was noted that, having four women artists in the exhibition meant a 1000% rise in the number of women in a Hannah Barry project. Well Done Hannah! Let’s keep it up when you move to your new gallery home in the West End shall we? Note – does anyone know any more about this – will it be a second gallery or will she be leaving Peckham behind? Despite her gender-blindness, it was a fun evening.
CoS didn’t make the party which we heard was a sweaty and fun affair, but we did make local bar, Bar Story, where we sat and regaled students with made-up tales about that time we were sick in an umbrella stand at Marc Quinn’s house.
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Posted by cathedralofshit on May 19, 2010
We’ve been rather slow on the uptake to report on No Soul for Sale, but needless to say we did pootle along, drink a little too much overpriced beer and knocked tipsily into more than enough ‘art’ on the stands of confused and tired looking not for profit organisation ‘directors’ (not-for-profit/not-for-fun). Everyone we spoke to simply didn’t know exactly what they were doing there, and more than a few whinges were about the lack of support -not just financially, but in general.
Well. Cathedral of Shit says – GROW A PAIR. Because it could be the only time in the very near future many of you are going to get your stickers and bits of paper and crayon drawings and pieces of cardboard into Tate. Right?
Well, okay. A bunch of organisations we quite like were there, doing the ‘right thing’. Well done you guys, your souls are still indeed intact. We did also half enjoy the slightly incomprehensible ramblings of Long Meg, a band seemingly made up of eight people who met on the tube last night and haven’t made it home yet. Jeffrey Lewis made us want to dress up as goths or glam rockers or anything to disassociate ourselves from alt/un/anit-folk, or whatever the fuck you want to call his mind-numbing sixth-form drivel. Oh, and Martin Creed did that shouty 1-2-3 thing again. Which, we quite like. Our favourite number is 6. Email your favourite number in to win a special prize (a Jeffrey Lewis CD).
Anyway, bed now as we are off down Brick Lane market early to see how much we can get for four slightly soiled souls, not many miles on the clock, one careful lady owner. Any offers?
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