That’s where it’s at pretty baby!

OK here is the vid of me at BABE in April 2015, it’s taken the overall count of visits to my blArt over the 6,500 mark, is that going viral?

a mask beuyHerr Beuys is watching

https://onedrive.live.com/?cid=07628A1BAB38FC9E&id=7628a1bab38fc9e%21101996&authkey=%21AuwEF6VxemmDRcY&v=3

A special thanks to Dave Doughty who filmed it, Kara who did the cd operating the music at VERY short notice. Luke Walker and Colin Lloyd Tucker for the musics and of course the Killers. And thank you Duncan for your encouragement & support as always. I’ll never dance as well as you do.

It’s scarey cos it shows me flaws and all. It’s important cos I can learn so much from seeing it and from any feedback it may elicit. This seems to have gone viral, at least 20 folk have ‘tuned in and dropped off’ within 12 hours of my posting it. Enjoy.

That’s where it’s at pretty baby! That’s where it’s at, here’s Sam Cooke singing it, Van Morrison dropped a refrain from Sam’s song into one of his concerts! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txQoANzba-I

(27.04.2015) Sometimes reality comes by and hits me in the face, like a cold wet kipper, a slap in the face with a smelly old fish.

The artists I like most are Japanese if you please, they are of young and old times if you please; Hiroshige, Tadanoori Yokoo and the ones I saw at the ‘original print fair’ at the R A yesterday; Yuriko Takimoto (gallery jin), Nana Shiomi ((Rabley Contemporary) and Chitra Ganesh altho she’s Indian I guess (Durham press, Pennsylvania). I loved Katherine Jones (Rabley) collographs too. The trouble with all the rest is they are just repeating ad infinitum what’s gone before. They don’t understand an original unique artist like myself. There’s only (ever been) a few like me, original-unique. Trouble with my output is it’s always been too far out for them to catch it up. That’s where I’ve always been, out, far out. I got left out in the cold running thru the fields crying out in the wildness. But, I DON’T CARE! On the surface it seems I have been small fry, but there’s a big kick inside which has always driven me on. I shall never be a ‘success’ (like me old Burnley mucker James Anderson the cricketer who is breaking all records and getting accolades world-wide, but, and any (material & critical) success I may be donned with in the last quarter of my life in this incarnation will only be a sideshow of little import. I shall remain small fry. It’s too late to start now. I have had to (try to) continue over these past 47 years ‘without portfolio’ but that’s nothing new for a boy from the 1950’s estates. I started off poor and I still remain strapped for resources in a physical sense. I am fabulously rich in otherways which I am sure will out in my series of books started with the new Shrewd Idiot and onto my Squidgerat Scrawlings through to I Telt Yeez I Was A Genie’s Ass. Yesterday I heard that Bert Irwin had died a few weeks ago in his 80’s. Alan Davie’s work was prominently shown at the Original Print fair at the RA and he died recently too. Chris Ofili and Grayson Perry’s prints were there in all there glory but mine are not, that’s a reflection of my lack of ‘success’ but am not crying nor whingeing over tings that didn’t occur, no, I am determined to continue pursuing my visions and making my outputs some of which are unpredictable even to me. And that’s the way I work, I am of the school which believed we should not be able to predict every outcome because chance and opportunity should be in the mix when creating, allowing for surprise and breaking new ground. John Cage said of Rauschenberg in ‘Silence’, “Modern Art has no need for technique. (We are in the glory of not knowing what we are doing.). And I am a Modern Artis, if nought else. Ray Rushton wrote really positive things about my werk for the Essex County Standard in October 1993 like, “Kennedy mostly uses his plethora of open line either as a wiry composition in its own right, or more often, to knit together patches of colour as in the large painting of Topolski.”

I have abandoned all efforts to gain entry into the Ice castles of art(s). I give up…not ‘making art’, no. this blArt is my art or pArt of it. No, I shall continue making my art ‘til the day I die. But am not ‘attempting’ any longer I’m just ‘being’, me. No pretentions, no submissions, no entries, no mores, just me. I am ‘When I’m 64’ now be blowed, I don’t need ‘them’. One of the concerns is that without being in the ‘fold’ or the ‘canon’ you can’t survive. Well, I am still alive and the folded canon is much diminished by my absence, with its lack of my presence. The thing is, the ‘art world’ batters out the same old song. I bin looking hard at art since 1967 when I first visited the Tate. Also in ‘67 there were a massive retrospective of Matisse and today there’s another big Matisse show at tate Modern, I’ve lived thru 2 maybe 3 major Lichtenstein shows, or Warhola or Henry Moore etc shows. Yet so many others never get heard of. Trouble is hundreds maybe thousands go into art training, learning various skills to sometimes very high levels and some, like me, always ‘believe’ that with enough effort & dedication they can ‘make it’. Make it ? make what? Make it into the canon? Become ‘recognised’ as players etc? when really there’s next to no chance. Probably less chance of ‘success’ in the art world than if they (both male or female) tried to become premiership footballers. In other words, NO CHANCE. People like Heinious Hurst, Tarki Vermin are truly freaks of an art-nature. The art world exhibits them like the Victorians shewed people with difference in fairground freak shows and the (still) gullible public flock (like sheeps) to she em.

For me the world of art is so much wider deeper and longer than them lot, or any udder latest flavour or favoured it. It guz bach even past the Venus of Willendorf. Human inventiveness & creativity is really what art is about and that is it’s worth. So, when I once ‘taught’ art I was really teaching alternative ways of looking at and approaching a challenge, ways of creating new solutions, different ways of tinking & looking and finding. Different ways to re-iterate old and new ideas. And this country, GB, has an incredibly rich history of nurturing creative talent acrosst the arts (& sciences look at Dyson, Richard Rogers & Norman Foster) in dance, art, literature, drama and music to name but five alive^.

Here’s a quote from an old blArt of mine which was entitled ‘My claim to a plaice in the Pantheon with my Pantstillon.’ And I was playing with the word place which we sound the same as plaice and I was mucking around with the word Pantheon and belittling it by analogising it with the idea of flying by the seat of my pants but managing to keep them on:

‘The prophet is one who embraces /embodies an “alternative consciousness”…[they] serve to criticize in dismantling the dominant consciousness and energize persons & communities by [promoting moves toward another consciousness]. See Walter Brueggemann- the prophetic imagination. Beuys said, “when I speak I try to guide that power’s impulse into a more fully descriptive language, which is the spiritual perception of growth” The intervention of speech and conversation into his visual works plays a meaningful role in ‘How to explain pics to a dead hare’. The hare has symbolic meaning in many cultures, Germanic tribes saw it as a symbol of fertility. The gold mask Beuys wore during his performance saw gold as a symbol for the power of the sun, wisdom, and purity, and honey as a Germanic symbol for rebirth. For Beuys ‘Honey on my head of course has to do with thought. While humans do not have the ability to produce honey, they do have the ability to think, to produce ideas. Honey is an undoubtedly living substance- human thoughts can also become alive, honey was the product of bees who, for Beuys (following Rudolf Steiner), represented an ideal society of warmth and brotherhood. Gold had its importance within alchemy’. All of this is from wikipedia.

‘Gold had its importance within alchemy’ transformation and transcendence which my whole project ‘Inside this clay pot’ is about. I have quoted from these Beuys’ sources not to gain kudos nor benefit but to help you understand that we (creatives) all ‘tap’ into ‘stuff’. As a teenager I realised artists like Henry Moore, Matisse, Van Gogh and Soutine, writers like James Joyce and Henry Miller were tapping in to what I later called ‘creative consciousness ’ in my book ‘The Shrewd Idiot’ watti rote tween 1976-81 and unpublished until 2015. The possibilities there are enormous. John Winstone Lennon, Bob ‘Dylan’ Zimmerman, Bruce tha Boss, Van D. Man, Baby Bowie, Ken Campbell, all tap into the source.

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Oh Bee Joy-full.

Oh Bee Joy-full.

a jugman in a jug

Life is but the cosmic blink of an eye so bee

Joyful rather than Sadfull

Succinct rather than verbose

Small rather than massive

Sweet rather than sour

Rejoice rather than whinge

Happy rather than mad

Simple rather than complex

Beauty rather than ugliness

Light rather than heavy

Smile rather than frown

Bright rather than dull

Most all of my working life I did deep & complex cos (in my weakness) I associated simple with shallow. NOW I see that less is at least as good as more, maybe even better/best in our ‘modern’ world with its rush of values and change (we are as the native Amerindians, the Hopi People said, Koyanisquatsi- out of balance, with many tings. The danger with a life of learning is you try to cram all your discoveries into all that you do when there is a need to be more precise. Bee Succinct.

As I said in an earlier blArt

I don’t do failure

If I don’t succeed I try again and again

Until I breakthrough

This is evidenced in my lifework

See ‘about’ at top of my blArt post

or this https://wordpress.com/me

BUT be warned

It is only a brief scan of where I shewed

And some comments on books I done

It leaves out major aspecs

My oils

Ma prints

Me teaching careering

And it fails to communicate the beauty

And pertinacity

Of my output in all its forms

Which should be seen in good spaces

Heard in special places

Even the ugerli bits

Like my ‘dance’ and ‘talk’

(he says tinking he’s only jesting).

I have begun werk on my new/old buk, The Shrewd Idiot Altered

‘And he saw that it was good’

Here’s a littul poster, a taster, a signifier of what you’re going to see:

ad potentially for Alterd SI sm

On a totally diffrunt note, ‘BoooonG’

I see Anthony Roberts has taken the reins at Firstsite

I believe he is the one to do the job

With his incredible track record at ColArts Centre and his knowledge of the local field(s)

Here he is rexscuing dames outside the place on St Gorgeous’s Day

three horses of the Firstsite List sm sm

ta to my mate Ian Woollard of Tamworth, Exeter and Dorchester fame for the bee photograph!

The Jug talk at BABE & Bukman dances on.

“… Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. … Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes… In fact, it is always in proportion. That’s its balance.” Osho Japanese Zen master, thanks to Paper Ponderer.

So, now I don’t feel so bad after having been happy and sad in equal measure in Bristol at babe last weekend. As always in life, nothing is perfect and we don’t really appreciate the good time without the counterbalance of the not so good times. Like in my little dance, there’s ups and there’s doons.

On the Saturday I spoke with about 30 people about my work and ideas and many, predominantly those with a background in graphics, loved some aspect of my work but like most artist-types, they had no spare cash to spread.

OK, time for a rethink.

eggs in basket sm

I had put all my eggs in one basket- BABE 2015, which I had looked forward to since BABE 2013. https://apulhed.wordpress.com/2015/04/08/86881/ Most of my ideas had been focussed on two new books, one for BABE 2015 launch.

There’s little point banging my head against a brick wall for the rest of my days and the art-world in all its manifestations is as a brick built juggernaut which I clambered onto in the 70’s and 80’s but fell off and now it trundles on without me. I been over-looked, left behind and all that ‘sadwimpy me’ stuff. I am aware that I should pretend that selling one G BATCH is tantamount to a victory, which it is inasmuch that one person took to it enough to buy one but Honesty a honesty smis my middle name. Honesty is a simple plant , a bit like my self. And am sure he’ll enjoy G BATCH, like the 5 folk who came to my gig appeared to, honest. And so did I. So, if I look at what I really enjoyed it’d be the ‘gig’ & jig and the chat with all those who expressed interest in my works. My favourite moment was watching Nancy Campbell & Donna Williams do their readings. donna williams smDonna used signing (BSL) to ‘say’ her poems as she’s deaf and I loved her dance like hand movements. nancy holds up poem smNancy read some of her Greenlandic words and their English translations and she posed beautifully with her pages. My second favourite moment was talking to my pot peteholdin scroll smand dancing my whirligig to a packed hall of 5 onlookers. Two longstanding friends and three women who were experiencing my dulcet tones for their first time.chris L an me sm

And the street art in Brissolpete in cap jab sm is wonderful here’s moi with my JAB Chicago cap on cos they’re gonna publish an article of mine come the fall.

I gottu ‘do watti got to do, come on and see me when you can. I was looking for that Nina Simone track ‘Come Back and see me when you can’ on utube but couldn’t trace it. But I found this Wailing Jennings track which is sad but lovely and it seems the person who uploaded it thought Wail-on must have aimed high with the women he wished for, or did he have them then lose loose them? Then Wail on Jennings! Anyhow, I aimed high and now I seem to have scorched my wings.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-5_LN1_RC4

 Pete’s Rede..ready..Reed-Read Poem:

I must ree

Re treat from artist’s books events

I shall

Re cite my poems again where I can

Maybe I shud

Re price my wares better

Re novate my spirit

Re sight my activities to venues more appropriate to their wide remit

Re prise, simply, my 1970’s books now Apul-One is having its 40th birthday

Re ignite my solo exhibitions in libraries so I can exhibit my big pictures as well as books

Re concile myself to the fact my work is not attracting punters and fellow artist book makers

Re clude and retink my output

Re uniting with a old college friend for the first time in 20 years was great

Re instate my performances

Re figure my mailing list (tick the box, done today)

Re voke my desire to inform all in sundry just post my blArts and let folks find em IF they so wish

Re constitute the mix of my output

Re vive my hopes

Re negotiate my position

Re linquish my wish to join the gods of ‘art’ and just be me

Re birth I am born again now I see my past arts more clearly and

Re nascence I have taken a new look at life to

Re quire a fee or a burse-a-ree

Re view of where I been and wur am goin and wur I stand

Re member to thank Dave D. for his great company and his filming ma wee dance

Re appraise my place in it all and I shall

Re surrect my work and let you see it but

Re vived in new formats as I shall outline in my nex blArt, Ohh Bee Joy Full (w/e 24th Avril)

De tox not needed as I don’t imbibe

De tension myself, don’t expect so much just be there and enjoy the atmosphere

De light in the positives forgit the negatives or just use them to learn from

De railed was my idea that I was getting ‘out there’ and coming thru

De livery of my ‘show’ did occur just ask one of the 5 who saw it

De luded no more now I know my stuff isn’t sell (at least I can’t sell out!)

De terminated I shall shift my focus making most of my books into ‘one off unique’ objects

See you again sometime way up along that Inscrutable Destiny Way.

You can see my artlife history here: https://apulhed.wordpress.com/about/ and ‘ta’ to G E Gallas fer liking it, you are a supreme artiswomanhonoraryblokepersonage

Next blagArt

Ohh Bee Joy Full

last blArt to BABE

C G Jung spent most of his life investigating the nature of humankind in its dreams and distant past. He was an advocate of the I Ching and a Gnostic thinker. In some ways Jung was an exile from his contemporaries and his own daimon. ‘Since my contemporaries understandably could not perceive my vision, they only saw a Fool rushing ahead. A creative person has little power over his own life. He is not free. He is captive and driven by his daimon.’ (Memories, Dreams & Reflections, p356)

Pete Kennedy is just an Idjet in a Jug who looks a bit like old Jung did but hasn’t got his pedigree!

mystic pete

So the fool called Kennegly set himself up to do a short ‘performance’ at BABE cos he thought it were a long time before it appened. BUT. It’s appening this weekend coming and he’s reading some poems what he wrote about the artist from Cleves called Beuys who was himself a bit of a Fool rushing ahead into ‘talks’ with his blackboard under his arm.

blakbord bee

So Kennegly is doing Beuy’s life-history in a poem or two or tree. The blog below gives a little bit o backcloth, or should I say a broad canvas.

https://apulhed.wordpress.com/2014/09/25/inside-this-earthen-vessel-poem-6-shaman-beuys/

Hope to see you there.

a flyer back

psThere will be beautiful evocative music composed by Luke E Walker https://soundcloud.com/luke-e-walker/clay-jug-back-story behind the readings which adds atmosphere and an element of chance. Keifer said, ‘To be an artist you need to play & Dance’ or words to that effect. Chris Wilder (?) an assistant in the making of The Bigger Picture’ animation which came secondish in the Oscars said, ‘You go to these places to make dreams come true…’ That’s why am doing ma ting at BABE and hopefully later this year at The Baltic. I’ll bee dancing and prancing like Jagger did (altho am not as ancient as he is! tho nearly yam) with a wing and a prayer on the ledge with Mr G (urdzhiev)

4 shows in Londres

So my friend Christine dragged me up to London town this Thursday cos she wanted to see the Lego show at the old LegoBrick Lane brewery http://artofthebrick.co.uk/

It was a really beautiful show in which US artist Nathan Sawaya made it clear that ‘art is not optional*’ it’s essential.

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*(Mr Grovel and all them other private school muts in Parliamunt take note. But of course they won’t. Stop now Pete, it’s their loss they don’t know the value of art socially, culturally, educationally, spiritually and loads of other ‘allys’.)

crackd

So the show of what can be made from lego by the expert hand of a man who learned to grow as he went thru the making process is a cracker. I took some images on my little mobile so I shall let some speak for the show.

hold shado

Next we were walking from Brick Lane t’ward the Whitechapel and saw a ‘new’ (2 years old there) Stolen Space gallery with wonder-full work by Italian artist Pixel Pancho. His paintings are good but his sculptures are great.

pix pan2 pix pan

I loved the ‘robot’ with light bulbs for a stomach and the chair with his character carved in the wood. Through in the other space was work by David Bray. A strange mix of linear images and colour geometries set in ‘rough wooden’ frames like the one I put my portrait of Marlon Brando The Godfather in the early 1970s. Always ahead of my time.

dbray smokes

In the Whitechapel there was a room of tings from the V-A-C collection, Moscow. I was particularly taken by the film of an Estonian called Jan Toomik wherein he dances to Hendrix’s Voodoo Child near his father’s grave. It’s called Dancing With My Father.

jan toomik dances

And I was watching him and I thought wow, he dances like what I do. A treat the folk who come to my ‘talk’ at BABE on Sunday 12th April will not forget. Reminds me that the day Hendrix died I took a sheet of black paper and drew him in white chalk from a photo on an album sleeve.jimi legolego jimi

I loved his Fly Oh My Sweet Angel track. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83OD6JTe5pg

Then the treat of the day. We found a bookshop I was looking for which wasn’t a bookshop at all. http://www.fourcornersbooks.co.uk/ in Artillery Lane was my aim and I thought I’d find a bookshop selling artists books. In fact I found something even bettererer. A gallery called Raven Row http://www.ravenrow.org/current/ which featured a show of actual artworks themselves featured in 5 copies of Studio International! In 1972 my mother sent me a cheque for £20 to help me buy food at college and I spent it on a year’s subscription to Studio International. I still have them!

heapheap o dust by flanagan

It was good to see Flanagan’s early sculptures and even better to see the books and all which John Latham had stuck to a canvas in one of his paintings.

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The show is curated by Jo Melvin who I am sure would love the article I did on Lucy Lippard in The Blue Notebook. Volume 8 No 2, April 2014:

Pete Kennedy: Lucy Lippard’s Activism and Artists’ Books Activate Me. Available at https://store.uwe.ac.uk/browse/product.asp?modid=1&catid=884#catid884