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Last week, I left the Andy Warhol | Ai Weiwei dual exhibition at the NGV feeling disenchanted by Ai Weiwei’s inconsistency when it comes to his activism in support of refugees.
However, I’m loath to admit that part of me is happy that he hasn’t pulled his artwork from the exhibition. It gave me the wonderful opportunity to revel in the art of two of the most interesting artists of the last five or so decades: Andy Warhol and Ai Weiwei.
Perhaps I am just an uneducated oaf, but I had never noticed how much Ai Weiwei and Andy Warhol have in common. First and foremost is their mutual admiration for the work of Marcel Duchamp.
French artist, Marcel Duchamp is commonly referred to as the father of Object Art. His series of found objects, or ‘readymades’ as he called them, was one of the most significant developments in 20th century art. The readymades were invariably an everyday object that became art simply due to the gallery context. His work is tongue in cheek and at least to my interpretation, is highly cynical of the pretensions of the art world.
Both Warhol and Weiwei were heavily influenced by Duchamp’s work and its meaning. Here are two examples of Warhol’s and Weiwei’s art that encapsulates found objects turning into found art:
Each artwork makes a strong statement about the context in which they were created, or rather, ‘found’. Warhol’s 1963 Brillo Boxes play on the strange reality of the mundane finding space in the highbrow context of an art gallery. Weiwei’s 2011 A Ton of Tea juxtaposes China’s culture steeped in traditionalism (the drinking of tea being a very prevalent part of Chinese tradition) with its modern trade links across the globe, symbolised by the industrial packing of the tea in the way it is transported across the world.
All of these found objects inspired me. I wondered how writing could link into the found objects movement. As you may or may not have noticed, I am gaining an increased interest in experimental writing and form. So I thought I would give writing inspired by a found object a go.
Unsurprisingly, I am not the first person to have thought about found objects’ place in writing. Check out this great post from What Women Write about one writer’s use of found objects in her work.
When I am ‘pantsing’ (making up fiction as a go along without any planning, which is basically constantly), little snippets of conversation or images of things I’ve come across pop up into my head and make it into my writing. However, this unconscious method is not so reliable. Sometimes I will see something while going about my daily business and think “I’m going to write about that,” but I will immediately forget about it. So my solution is to collect the things I see… and try to scribble down any non-material occurrences.
For my first public found objects piece, I have collected five things I’ve found in my local area to use as a springboard for some creative writing. Here they are:
First of all, I found a little man in a tree. I found this guy while walking home from the Andy Warhol | Ai Weiwei exhibition. I’m curious as to how he got stuck in a tree… I wonder what reasons my strange mind can think up?
Here are the rest of my found objects: a soft llama acquired by my roommate from an art installation (I do not condone the desecration of art, by the way), a nice piece of paper I’ve had in my drawer for yonks, an old plate I found on the street and a nice little bottle made of brown glass.
So, now I’m off to make some art out of writing. Let’s see what I come up with.
Now your challenge: Why not try to do some writing inspired by your own found objects? I’d love to see what you come up with.
By the way, while doing some research for this post, I found something really great: a whole magazine dedicated to found objects, mainly funny/heartbreaking/emotional notes. Check out Found Magazine. I’m not sure if it’s still running, but if you’re from the US and you’ve seen this in stores, let me know as I would love to get my hands on a few copies.
I often hear people say that other’s people’s dreams are boring. This is something I’ve never been able to get my head around. Call me a frustrated psychoanalyst, but I find it fascinating what other people dream about. It tells you a lot about their characters. Some of my friends who I would consider more highly strung than others often seem to have a lot of anxiety dreams or even nightmares. People of the more relaxed persuasion do not seem to remember their dreams, probably meaning that they sleep deeper than others. It also gives you a fascinating insight into the essence of people: their fears, wishes and foibles.
When I first meet people, I often ask them the following two questions:
- Do you dream in colour or black and white?
- Do you see faces in your dreams?
I don’t know why I ask these question, but their unusual icebreakers and I find that even though most people hate hearing about dreams, they really love to talk about their own.
I know I sure do.
I was recently in Europe. When I got back to Australia, the jet lag was messing with my head and causing me to have very lucid dreams. At one point, I thought I was awake and I was speaking to a strange man in my room…. until my room turned into an Istanbul marketplace, so I willed the walls to collapse and bring me back to consciousness. What power the mind has! The dreams got darker each night for about a week. They culminated in a dream in which I was on a small-time journalistic mission in a country town, reporting on a school fete or something. It all seemed very wholesome until I witnessed a primary school shooting. It was really, really awful.
An awful nightmare, but great writing material!
Or is it? In writing from an inspiring dream, I would like to preserve the je ne sais quoi of the dreamscape – that surreal, nothing-really-makes-sense feeling of a dream. Can this be an effective way to write, or an engaging thing to read? I’m not sure.
Mary Shelley sure pulled it off pretty well with Frankenstein. In case you didn’t already know, she wrote the classic horror novel following a vision she had in a waking dream that went something like this:
“I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the thing he had put together. I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the working of some powerful engine, show signs of life, and stir with an uneasy, half vital motion. Frightful must it be; for supremely frightful would be the effect of any human endeavour to mock the stupendous mechanism of the Creator of the world.” – Mary Shelley’s introduction to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein
To be fair, I’m probably no Mary Shelley. I can only dream of Lord Byron challenging me to write a good ghost story.
So, here‘s my attempt at experimental dream writing.
To my writer readers out there – have any of you attempted to write your dreams into a real story? How did you find it?
If any of you would like to join me in my experiment, please let me know as I would absolutely love to do some online workshopping with other fiction writers.
Three days ago, I had a revelation.
Like most revelations, it didn’t occur at the most convenient of times. It was at a level crossing, one of the 60 most dangerous in Australia, according to the sign on the adjoining fence. I was waiting for a train to pass so I continue my second commute of the year to the badlands that is Melbourne’s outer-north. I had just returned from a blissful European sojourn and felt restless. As I sat with my foot hovering over the accelerator, knowing I had another thirty minutes of traffic to battle through, I decided that this was not the existence for me. However, I knew that unless I wanted this existence to remain the same, I would have to do some hard work.
It was time to start that literary journal I had always dreamed of.
After a few hours of brainstorming my personal project instead of *working*, I came up with Effervescence Journal , a lit-blog for people who fizz too much for this flat world. The logo would be a gin and tonic, my signature drink and something that I always jokingly vowed to include in my life as a writer. Well, they do say be careful what you joke about, because it just might happen.
I have big dreams for this blog as a cornucopia for all things literary. Look out for reviews, critiques, personal essays and a range of edgy (short and long-ish) fiction.
So enjoy the content, and don’t forget to always have a gin and tonic (or any highball cocktail of your choice) at hand and a nice collection of jazz records to read along to.
Founder of Effervescence Journal