The Price of Sugar: Susannah Oliver

Susannah Oliver

A Spoonful of Ignorance

“Honestly, I have not previously considered how my work relates to or is influenced by that of George Orwell, more than to be generally aware of his personal influence plus that of his writings to the world as I perceive it. There are themes in common, the power of the word, identity and personal agency, the world as it intrudes into our daily lives through the media and the screen. But what do I know about George Orwell – truthfully, not a lot.

True, I read “Animal Farm” at school and was dismayed, but perhaps not surprised at its end. With my Welsh English teacher we also studied “Lord of the Flies” and “Of Mice and Men”, but I preferred “Pride and Prejudice” and the “Flambards” series and “To Kill a Mockingbird”, all softer and less intellectual perhaps, but they were all written by women and each one spoke to me. My English teacher opened a door for me, unlike my art teachers, who never rated my creations, she saw something in  a poem I wrote and suddenly I had someone looking at me, I wasn’t one of the nameless, studious, quiet ones in the class any more, I was noticed and I had a voice.

She was perhaps cleverer than I would ever have given her credit for. She gave us as our first assignment, ‘How to Make the Perfect Cup of Tea’, perhaps set in some form of literary tribute to Orwell, after his article “A Nice Cup of Tea” published in the London Evening Standard, on 12th January, 1946. I think I got a pretty good mark for my essay, but George Orwell, if I ever knew he was somewhere behind the actions of my teacher, didn’t figure to me, my teacher did.s1

In ‘A Spoonful of Ignorance’ I ask the viewer to consider how their family teaspoons may have dipped into the misery of the Triangular Trade.

I am a sculptor, teacher and ‘maker’. I have been known for my public commissions in steel, but this has never been the only material I have used, or medium I have worked in. Generally what I do is make things, I aim to make things that delight and engage, but which do have a practical role or impact in people’s lives. I use everyday objects to create work that attempts to draw others into conversations on wider concerns. Art can be fun and lighthearted, yet very serious. The fluorescent and glittered soldiers in ‘Fields of Particularity’ echo the drawers of collected butterflies and moths in Victorian museum stores, pinned in some obscure and unknowable order by an unseen and unaccountable collector. The figures are all individual. With children the soldiers become playthings. The child becomes the collector, they can make them stand, lie, die, dance, kiss, stand in groups, fight, oppress, include, exclude. I ask the children which soldier figure they identify with. 

My art has at times been concerned with sexual politics and identity politics and  the stupidity of war.  As President of my Art School Students’ Union I marched against the Alton Bill and Section 28 and many years later in 2003, I joined what some called and what certainly felt like, the largest march in London, against the decision of the government of another Mr Blair, to go to war in Iraq. Then I watched as the men and women brown and green marched into transport planes on my TV, I have since watched as oppressed people marched for freedom and as besieged families fled in terror in inflatables. Now I don’t march, I petition with a ‘click’.

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The chess board piece ‘Battleground’ considers the well-fought-over places that are  the grave sites from previous wars and the location of bloodshed yet to come. ‘Battleground’ [the Chess board] and ‘Realpolitik’ [the two sets of pieces] were created as separate works, but as visitors started using them together,  they were exhibited together in the last two shows. However, in some ways, I still see them as separate art pieces, rather than as a single ‘chess set’.

In spite of, or perhaps because we have both at some time been teachers, I am hesitant in comparing myself with Mr George Arthur Blair – perhaps I feel I have more in common with Eileen O’Shaughnessy, his first wife, who apparently stemmed Orwell’s tide of decline and helped make his greatest works possible? She in the background, she who wrote a poem (“The End of The Century 1984), which others  have linked to Orwell’s later novel entitled with the same year.

All art is political, all life is political, by the stances we take and the choices we make, even those who choose not to vote because they feel disenfranchised. I have chosen to work in education, I choose to make my statements personally, I choose to engage in politics in person.”

© Susannah Oliver 2018

Susannah Oliver is a sculptor and teacher trained at Winchester School of Art and Homerton College, Cambridge. ” I have been working as a public commission sculptor, an artist in schools and community workshop artist for twenty-three years. I have completed public sculpture commissions in Hertfordshire, Cambridgeshire and Bedfordshire.In allied work I have worked as a sculptor’s studio assistant, helped run a new media gallery, lectured in media and been a museum educator”.

link to Susannah Oliver’s website

Sonia Boué: Retreat/Retirada

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What Orwell means to me and my practice:

Like so many, I was introduced to George Orwell as a set text – Animal Farm – for O’level English. Then at university we read, 1984 alongside Aldous Huxley’s, Brave New World, and Samuel Butler’s, Erehwon. 

Back then what I appreciated most about Orwell was his accessibility. Studying Art History (at Sussex University 1980-83) I quickly established a dislike for ‘artspeak’. As idealistic 18 year olds we burned at the social inequities we felt ‘pretentious jargon’ signified. ‘Artspeak’ was elitist!

 “Rule 5, Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word, or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent”.   George Orwell “Politics and the English Language” (1946)

I aspired to write my student essays jargon free. I took pride in writing in ‘plainspeak’, which at the time felt like a radical, political act. 

Much later Homage to Catalonia, became a key text, helping me to make sense of a traumatic family history in the Spanish Civil War. Political suppression (by the Franco regime) and the need to bury that trauma meant that my family never spoke of it. Growing up I hadn’t known that my father and grandparents fled for their lives from Fascist Spain in 1939, and that they were exiled to the now infamous concentration camps of France.

The family were separated and my father was exiled to England, while my grandparents were able to return to Spain. 

Inheriting my Spanish grandmother’s handbag in 2013 opened a cache of childhood  memories of my visits to my grandparents’ flat in Barcelona, and I began my Barcelona in a Bag project. The Spanish Civil War quickly became my principle subject. I believe there is a great emotional need to know where we come from, which can be heightened when the narrative is disrupted. You could say that the Spanish Civil War was my cradle. 

As I learned more about the shameful treatment of the Spanish exiles, I discovered that thousands of Spanish Republicans were later sent to Nazi concentration camps with the complicity of the Vichy regime. Suddenly overwhelmed by how close my family had been to annihilation – my grandparents escape a roundup to Mauthausen in 1940 – I took to my bed. Surely I had the flu’, I thought. I was shaking uncontrollably and I found it hard to breathe. 

From this moment I felt compelled to understand the material conditions they lived through and ploughed headlong into my research. 

Reading Homage to Catalonia proved vital to my understanding.  It was Robert Capa’s extraordinary photo reportage of the internment of exiles in Argelès sur Mer in March 1939, and Orwell’s brilliance in documenting the atmosphere of Barcelona and the material conditions of war brought which brought the solace of witness. What I most  hungered for in my early research was documentary evidence of a narrative that had been buried – while the Orwell experience was different from that of my father (who saw action as a very young reporter with the Republican army in 1938-9) Orwell’s vivid reportage was a hotline to this moment. 

Retreat – a video response: 

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The video Retreat, was made in 2015. When I learned of Eric Arthur Blair’s burial at the church of All Soul’s in Sutton Courtenay, I was astonished and intrigued. The great man, (aka George Orwell) was buried only 20 minutes away from my home in Oxford!

Unravelling Time, a group show curated by Les McMinn, became the perfect pretext to make the grave my subject. The call out to artists at my studios, at Magdalen Road, was to respond to the Abbey in the village – which was a stone’s throw from Orwell’s grave. David Astor had once owned the Abbey had been his close friend, and this was the reason Orwell was buried in Sutton Courtenay.

Retreat uses iPhone capture and basic iMovie software for editing. It documents my first encounter with the grave, which proved to need only the lightest of touches in terms of the edit. 

Immersing myself in the poetry of the place I took a series of simple shots. I found the peaceful seclusion of this simple grave (which is not obviously signposted unless you enter the church) deeply moving. Astonished to find such a public figure resting in peace so privately – as it were – this created an association with the history of the Abbey as a retreat. Retreat in Spanish is retirada – the term used for the Republican retreat from Fascist Spain in February of 1939. 

As this chain of allusion coalesced in my mind, I was also most struck by the two rose bushes whose growth at this moment was such that the gravestone appeared almost obscured. The roses fascinated me, and I wanted to capture the quiet drama of their towering over the gravestone and blocking the lettering from view. Allusions piled up. Retreat surfaced again – here as shelter (the roses providing a bower) and the battle for memory of the Civil War which continues to rage in Spain. 

I had found my title. 

Lingering by the site I began to think about Orwell’s possible view on such matters and turned my iPhone upwards to capture the trees and sky above the grave. 

As I edited my shots the concept for sound quickly emerged. Paul Robeson had been an important voice in the soundscape of my childhood but it was not until I began my Spanish Civil War research that I understood his significance for my father. A beacon of resistance, Robeson’s support for the  second Spanish Republic would surely have drawn him to this majestic voice. 

Robeson had taken on a new significance for me, and for this piece I wanted to find a track featuring him singing in Spanish. Encantadora is the perfect track in my view, and makes the video what it is – a deeply felt emotional tribute to Orwell’s engagement in the fight against Fascism in Spain.Retreat 10

As ever, I have woven my own personal history into my work and this piece reflects my deep and unending gratitude, not only to Orwell, but to all of the British volunteers who fought in Spain against the Fascist forces of General Francisco Franco. 

 

Brief Biography 

 Sonia Boué is a multiform artist who specialises in object work, painting, installation, video and performance in an ongoing post-memory project about the Spanish Civil War, called ‘Barcelona in a Bag 

She also develops and leads creative projects, such as the Arts Council funded ‘Through An Artist’s Eye‘. Recent works includes a film collaboration with Tate Britain about the British artist Felicia Browne. 

A painterly collaboration with Richard Hunt of the Shadowlight artist group was awarded the Shape Open 2017. 

Other recent work includes the BBC Radio 4 programme ‘The Art of Now: Return to Catalonia‘, with Overtone Productions 

Her new project is the Arts Council funded, Museum for Object Research, which includes a professional development initiative for autistic project leadership.

www.soniaboue.co.uk

Anarchist: Nigel Robert Pugh

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“I first encountered the writing of Orwell when I was twelve years old. It was a summer holiday and I had been sent to stay at the home of a family friend for a week whilst my parents went off for a camping holiday that I, by that time being far too civilised, had refused to even contemplate.

The family I was staying with had a son the same age as me, which was the only thing the two of us had in common. His mother, on our first day, suggested that he and I walk into the nearby town as a way of getting to know one another. It may have been that she was already sick of the sight of me and had thought this up as a ruse to get rid of me for the day…….whatever her motives the result was spectacularly successful (from my point of view) as a result of returning a few hours later having established that her son couldn’t drink more that half a bottle of QC sherry without losing the use of his legs. Unlike me, he had never tried alcohol before so it was something of a shock to a hardened drinker like myself to see the pitiful state into which he had fallen.

I managed eventually to carry him home, but instead of being grateful (I could have easily forgotten him and left him behind) his mother banned me from going anywhere near him for the rest of the week, and confined me during daylight hours to a conservatory which had artfully been tacked onto the back of their semi-detatched, and in which there was a shelf of books.

The following day I took up position in an old wicker chair by the window and made a random selection from the bookshelf by my side. The book was Animal Farm, and it changed my life completely……I am not going to review its many virtues, as anyone who has ever read it will know what I mean by that statement……I read it entirely in one sitting (the only way to read it) and once finished, an astonished twelve year old hedonist became an astonished politically aware twelve year old hedonist. From that moment onward my every delinquency became an action against the state…..and always in Snowball’s cause.

The drawing provided is something that came to me almost as soon as the project was mentioned to me. Of all Orwell’s writing (even including the above cathartic novel) Homage to Catalonia is my personal favourite; possibly owing to the fact that my grandfather fought in the Spanish Civil War. It encapsulates the eye for the truth from which Orwell never flinched. The saddest part of the book is the account of the fighting between the various factions in Barcelona – the vision of the hope crumbling…..eating itself alive.

‘Hitherto the rights and wrongs had seemed so beautifully simple.’

My drawing is of a dead Anarchist – as you can probably tell from my introductory tale, the Anarchists were always going to be my favourites…..and thanks to Orwell, they still are.”

Nigel Robert Pugh  March 2018

Nu sur le Plage: Jura Brian Joyce

 

 

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‘Nu sur le Plage’   Jura Brian Joyce    oil on canvas  182x182cm

It has been a few years since I have read the works of George Orwell. I read “Down and Out in Paris and London” just before going to live in France myself, I read “The Road to Wigan Pier” to be astonished at the treatment of mine workers and their families.  The famous book “1984” however goes much further than any other work of the dystopian genre, through the writings of the revolutionary figure Emmanuel Goldstein we get an explanation of the blueprint of the class structure.  The well known work “Animal Farm” gives us a narrative of revolution and tyranny, wherein we are the our own worst enemies.  There is no state solution in Orwell, all power is corrupt.

George Orwell stands tall as the best example of the struggle that will never end, and in my art work I try to define the limits of state and personal freedom, given the material reality in which we live. The painting “Nu sur le Plage” is a large painting of a mature and corpulent woman on the beach, clearly the woman has in her life given birth probably numerous times, this has taken it’s toll upon her body. She stands next to a sand castle, an example of her formidable intelligence and far off in the distance the horizon line at the level of her eyes cuts apart the body from the mind.  The paintings seems to suggest ‘ life ain’t much, but what did we expect and why did we expect it otherwise?’  Thus a critique of capitalism and the commodity fetish that forces us all to demand more, until the earth is barren. Only keen wisdom can save us from ourselves .

 

About:

“It all started in my childhood, I had a keen artistic talent at the age of two, in early adulthood I began a course in technical illustration, involving a study of the Early Renaissance.  I have developed my artistic practice since then though not without is ups and downs, I have studied photography, psychology and the French language, and now, after twenty years of artistic production, I  have a body of large paintings and drawings; figurative works for the most part.  I really must say I’m not the best artist of my generation -but I am definitely in the top one!  Despite this I have never made a penny, and will have to sell my art for next to nothing to someone overseas and let my talents go to s***t.”

Jura Brian Joyce

Glenn Ibbitson: five further Orwell book cover designs

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George Orwell; Coming up for Air:  eight layer screenprint  A1 size paper  2018

 

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George Orwell; Animal Farm:  seven layer screenprint  A1 size paper  2018

 

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George Orwell; England Your England:  seven layer screenprint  A1 size paper  2018

 

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George Orwell; The Road to Wigan Pier:  six layer screenprint  A1 size paper  2018

 

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George Orwell; Down and Out in Paris and London:  six layer screenprint  A1 size paper  2018