Yesterday we managed to squeeze in a visit to Banksy versus Bristol Museum. I say ‘squeeze in’ because even on a Monday afternon we queued for 45 minutes which left us just less than one hour to see what all the fuss was about.
In the two main exhibition areas I was initially unconvinced. The images (and several 3-D exhibits, most of them with moving parts) were arresting and sometimes witty, but also fairly crude in their invective against obvious targets – child labour, pollution and politicians, as well as the stereotypes of art.
More intriguing were the individual items dotted through the museum’s own galleries: ‘Venus after Surgery’ in which a nude views her reflection complete with sticking plasters is slipped in between classical paintings. Amongst exponents of the Bristol School, ‘View of New Hartcliffe’, complete with sunset and pastoral accoutrements, is defaced by he wreck of a burned out car.
The overall effect was a lot more than the sum of its parts and as the title of the exhibition suggests, raises real questions about the nature of art and the way in which it is traditionally displayed. It’s great that the city has had this opportunity to take part in the debate.
When I heard the news that Bristol City Council is to raise cattle on a tract of land adjacent to the M32 motorway I did check the date, but April 1st it was not, and I think it shows remarkable initiative for a council not exactly famous for emlightened approaches to anything. There are sure to be protests from veggies, but I would rather see cattle roaming beside the motorway than more new houses built. I assume someone has already investigated the effect on cows (and their ultimate consumers) of prolonged exposure to carbon monoxide.
The title is a mnemonic dredged up during my recent excursions in to tenor territory. If you don’t know it, ACEG are the notes in the spaces of the bass clef. I learned this when I had piano lessons around the age of eight and don’t think I had cause to think of it for the intervening xx years, proving if nothing else that this is a mnemonic that worked!
Cabot Circus by Ellie Bacon
Pausing in the yellow theme to post DD’s wideshot view of Cabot Circus. Cabot isn’t quite the temple of Mammon that is Westfield
, though the design strikes me as similar. I fear it may also be suffering a similar fate: many visitors but not a lot of money being spent. Managed to come back empty handed myself, though rather the better for a ‘light lunch’ at Carluccio’s
. I could get used to this lunching thing. Beats cheese on toast!
Don’t worry, yellow will be back!
Until recently I had myself down as a suburbanite, but not any more. The fight of DD and DS into the city centre has given me the chance to explore the waterfront, the old centre and the university area all over again and I’m suddenly finding even more excuses to go there. Visitors are now being dragged to Clifton village rather than Cheddar and to look at the Wills Building rather than Wells. Hey, my birthday bash was even in ultra cool Zero Degrees microbrewery, instead of the usual neighbourhood pub or pizzeria. Maybe I’m searching (in vain) for my lost youth, but now Cabot Circus has opened and we have shopping too! No, I haven’t been recruited by the Bristol Tourist office, but I have commissioned DD to take some pictures which I’ll post here soon as. Meanwhile here’s our new shopping mecca courtesy of Pip on Flickr.