Monday 6 February 2012

Modern Love






DayFour issue 9 Modern Love
Published 2011

To most of us, love is a fundamental emotional need. We want to love and be loved. Love is the universal subject of musicians and artists, and the stock-in-trade of gossip columns.  

In Western society, the importance of love, and indeed the definition of love, has changed throughout history. Once upon a time homosexuality was prosecuted, and now we celebrate gay weddings. Once upon a time, love meant a private relationship between a man and a woman, leading to a life-long marriage, children, and the founding of a family. Now, marriage is optional, divorce is normal, and privacy is almost impossible. We look for love on Internet dating sites, and hook up with strangers. At the same time, in the modern world different ideas of love are leading to increasing cultural conflict. Loving who you want, or expressing your love, can incur violence and punishment.

Modern love applies to more than our intimate relationships. Once upon a time, the idea of loving your job would have been unimaginable, and not loving your country would be a treasonable offence. Now we love our football team, or The X-Factor, or Justin Bieber, and express that love in ways our parents never imagined.

For this issue, DayFour contributors considered what, who and how we love. While many of the subjects are timeless – the family, falling in love – the way we approach those subjects – defining family, finding a mate – are pure 21st-century.

Contributors
Tom BlandHernan Martin
Aleksander Bochenek + Grzegorz OstregaElke Meitzel
Felix BrandlKatie Mennett
Rebecca CairnsRalf Obergfell
Robin CracknellDiana Pappas
Katie Ell + Paul AlexandrouJulieta Sans
Kirk EllinghamMarco Simola
Kelly HillParis Visone
Adela HolmesJenny Wicks
Kirsty HulmSusanne Willuhn
Nica Junker

© All photography and text in Dayfour is copyright the contributors. All rights reserved



The Touch


What is it about our hands that tell us so much about ourselves and, the work that we do? 

Have a look at your own hands – what story do they tell?

What is it that connects the eye to hand to heart?

'Our sense of touch', said Barbara Hepworth, 'is a fundamental sensibility ... giving us the ability to feel weight and form and assess its significance'.

The touch of a hand is what gives us the capacity to communicate as unique individuals – with all our faults and blips … we are not machine made.









Irene, The Foundry Manager
As manager of the Royal College of Art’s foundry for many years, Irene is acutely aware of the different attitudes of students passing through the school. ‘There is a tendency just to want to copy objects today,’ she told me. ‘Many students don’t take time to really understand materials and processes. The ones that do produce more interesting work.’





Alessia, the bee keeper
Born in a small rural Italian village, Alessia loves living in London. She is passionate about bees and works seven days a week on rooftops, in allotments, and city farms tending hives and teaching others about beekeeping. Alessia brings to her life in London a desire to support and sustain these often overlooked city dwellers.

Friday 3 February 2012

New cards ....





Mark Power's Pavillion at Jubilee Gardens takes shape




The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne,
Burn’d on the water; the poop was beaten gold,
(Anthony & Cleopatra, Act II scene 3)




Last November I took some pictures of Mark Power Architect's imaginative scheme for Jubilee Gardens on the South Bank. It was exciting to see the building going up on site this week and I will be following it's progress over the next couple of months.

Mark describes his project:

Inspired by its riverine setting, the pavilion takes the form of a vessel temporarily moored in alignment with the historic shoreline of the Thames, before its re-embankment (on Bazelgette’s model) created Queen’s Walk. This promenade is now part of the ‘continuous foyer’ of South Bank’s public realm. Here the movement of thousands of people in both directions parallels the coming-and-going of the river tide. Those in need of relief will pass through the pavilion like river creatures swimming in the space beneath a craft’s hull. For others it will be a backdrop to performances under the trees, or a seat from which to gaze at the Waterloo Sunset.


The pavilion canopy’s dramatic boat-shape, floating darkly on its frozen river of glass mirroring its surroundings, is a synthetic device: it will act as a rainwater harvestingimpluvium for the building’s water-hungry uses (fed too by the Royal Festival hall’s groundwater bore-hole), but also as a shape-shifting visual pun, super-imposing several local associations: Roman galley remains discovered beneath County Hall; 18th C follies, fountains and pleasure gardens; theatre, variety and entertainment; working timber wharves.


South Bank old timer Shakespeare’s vision of Cleopatra in her barge seemed wryly to summarise our own reflections, itself a recollection of his youthful sight of Elizabeth I on the Thames:

The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne,
Burn’d on the water; the poop was beaten gold,
(Anthony & Cleopatra, Act II scene 3)