Enrique Martinez Celaya & Lita Barrie & Laurence Fuller ~ walk through an apple orchard by Laurence Fuller

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Yesterday Enrique Martínez Celaya walked Lita Barrie & I through his new body of work for two upcoming installations.

We discovered Enrique’s new paintings about Robert Frost’s apple tree orchard which was tended to by his son Carol. Above the tree, the words “everything is waiting for you” are written ~ the promise that contains all possible outcomes. The plane in the night sky soared above time and remained for us a constant.

We discussed poetry, painting & fairytales. The raw elements of a fairytale seem to float between the ocean and the sky in Enrique’s studio. And large symbols like a compass for the imagination. The raw materials of his childhood letters to his father, were adapted to large scale paintings for his upcoming installation. And a simple Kathe Kollowitz lithograph hangs above two dried out apples on his desk.

Enrique’s work has moved me since I first came across it in 2017 when we shared features in an issue of my late fathers magazine Modern Painters. My article chronicled my father’s founding of the magazine in 1986 and the relationships between art criticism and cinema today. Enrique’s article coincided with his exhibition at LA Louvre. Walking through it I felt I had come across a painter who had embodied poetry more than any other that comes to mind, today I still believe this to be true.

Our discussion which spanned the follies of poeticism, the imitations of intellectualism in the face of truth, Robert Frost and the allegories of art in our lives.

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The next day I started writing a poem from the perspective of Carol Frost, (an antagonist in Enrique’s upcoming exhibition) ;

Fields That Once Were There

In the orchard of my father, 

I wonder free ~ contained by the fence and just as far as I see.

I watched finches eating rotten apples by the side of the road this morning,

It was raining in a puddle nearby.

I saw fields reflected in their eyes,

Fields that once we’re there.

Bushes that now are bare,

Bounding with satyrs and hares.

I saw in the puddles of rain, the finches’ complexion,

The clouds above and heaven’s reflection.

The finch’s home no longer grows here,

I reached my hand into the puddle, 

And plucked from it a soaked rose.

The beast in me is alive again,

I feel bones burning beneath my skin.

And I told this to the finch.

He replied;

“The stars are burning too,

But they are cooled by the blue night,

And they make the earth glow with light.

Golden leaves wrap the fruit of fortune.”

He built all this for me, every tree planted with me in mind,

But did he mind to ask, what I did want for me and mine:

A family of my own one day, a task to ask at heavens gate.

For when I’m gone the task will be too late,

His weary eyes dropped past his tools and tired hands to mucky boots that barely stood him upright.

And all this now was not to freedom built an orchard from saplings grow day and night,

It was more tree house that trapped me in the door for vines that wrapped around its side.

What sketched he said were daubles, 

what I wrote he said was awful.

And those fields retracted,

Those fields that once were there.

When I was a boy I saw fields that stretched out to a place I saw the finches flying in sky.

Horizon bled to shutting, each and every night.

I saw a future where a life lived on my own,

A family where our fields of ripened fruit had grown.

And book upon the table, filled with my poems.

by Laurence Fuller, 2024

Rust by Laurence Fuller

Rust portraits collection on Emergent Properties, Generative AI ~ 333 editions at 66xtz

The Game

Send 1 portrait from either "Sovereign Set" or “Rust” to manuscript.tez to acquire a cinematic edition of Rust II.

There are three more “Chariots" to be uncovered within Rust. Three collectors of this trait will be airdropped the cinematic edition to "Chariots Of Paradise".

There are 23 potential rare characters (multiples of each) ~ if collectors mint one of the rare characters listed below they will receive airdrops of cinematic Shakespeare adaptations over the next six months.

Macbeth

Richard III

Iago

Titus Andronicus

King Lear

Lady MacBeth

Hamlet

Caliban

King Claudius

Cymbeline

Duncan

Malcolm

King John

Henry VIII

Richard III

Polixenes

Caesar

Marcus Antonius

Othello

Caligula

Desdemona

Ophelia

Cleopatra

RUST

What I saw that day the world turned to rust,
Beneath a red dawn,
Which fell like blood from the sky,
The burning red in my eyes,
Consuming all the time,
Like a snakes scales that shine different at night.

From Rust we are born,
Rust which comes from dirt,
Rust which came from the sea,
On the ghost of a whaling ship,
And forms over everything,
From ground to ceiling,
Crawled and vantage found,
Of severing, sweet, crumbling luster,
The steeple’s gargoyle and dagger’s handle,
I keep it safe for the God’s banquet,
Slumber, slip and place on the mantle.

And to the sacred seat,
Through the armour,
Through their conceit,
Everything drops to the floor,
Squirms in the rust.

I sent her to you,
So her rust would seep into your heart,
To corrode the blades,
Into pile of rust behind a horse and cart.

Snake skin peeled back,
Shed and left to flake,
The taste of rust on the breathe of a snake,
A dagger and a skate.

King John pulled from the marshes,
Where he waits.

Taunts the ghost of Caligula, 

Dressed in white,
It covered every grave and the ghosts Kings rose from where they lay.
The air turned to dust.

Rust in all the people’s eyes 

They gathered round his cloaked stance, 

As though he were a deity,
And there it slithered out the cup.

Fortune was not enough,
A golden weighted trough,
Gorge from its bluff,
We are the sediments of rust,

The serpent spoke my name,
She said we are the same,
Don’t believe these words,
Just like the red in the horses mane,
It’s just a game,
You see it as it passes,
But not when it’s gone.

If I am innocent they will not see,
The jagged edge of the dagger,
I see before me.

For what is power at the end of this corroding hour?

The moments drip onto metal spikes and sticks,
Swords clash and chink,
A mighty climb upon castles wet bricks,
Slip down the ladder for snakes to lick your heels.

The crown’s at the top, it can come close enough to steal,
What would you sacrifice to take it all?

Rest your faith upon the sword?
And rest your blade upon the board.

Drink wine with me brother,
Watch gold flow from your goblet and your mouth,
You are now one of ours.

by Laurence Fuller, 2023

@laurencefuller

www.laurencefuller.art

Graphite Method in Miami by Laurence Fuller

As we travelled from one digital art exhibit to another with Vincent’s manager Sam Maydew, his assistant Pamela Torres and friends from web3 art like Aljaparis, Victoria West, Andressa Furletti, Idaherself and KD always in tow ~ we discussed the importance of installations ~ that the physical and sensual experience of a work of art was as important to the viewer as the thing itself. Especially with the ephemeral, intimate and dreamlike pieces such as cinematic art. It’s quite a different experience watching a Stanley Kubrick film on an iMax screen compared to your laptop. The operatic nature of cinematic art comes into play. 

Our first stop Sparrow Cube VR Experience by Vincent, Sutu and myself, was neither of those things. A new kind of storytelling for poetics which changes with each experience, as the viewer determines the visual narrative. Soon after I was on a tezos panel, after Operator and Hans Ulrich Obrist from Serpentine Gallery. Ours was moderated by Victoria West and included my fellow speakers Patrick Amadon, Empress Trash and Andressa Furletti. It was timely to give a rebellious take on our position as artists amongst so many competing agendas in the space, we don’t represent any crypto project, we represent ourselves, we represent digital art culture, all its promise and all its human follies.

Vincent discussed with us over dinner that night, what it was like portraying real life characters as Jerry Falwell in “Eyes Of Tammy Faye” ~ an upstanding and powerful man, who compensates for a deep insecurity about his upbringing with a veneer of perfection.

Behaviour prevalent in all societies as it is a universal human desire to find what is lacking from our past in the present ~ as though maybe it will be good enough this time. “I was good enough to receive the love of my parents, my peers, those I looked up to before ~ if only I could be more thus; then I would be loved and feel complete.

Vincent D’Onofrio, Laurence Fuller and Aljaparis visiting the “Birth, Death and Action” triptych at the Sagamore exhibition with MakersPlace and Transient Labs

Much like the second panel of our triptych “Penny” exhibiting with MakersPlace and Transient Labs; making whole a memory that which was incomplete before. A connection that was broken with time and circumstance ~ nostalgia’s broken fragments of imagination. Something attempting a resolve of the subconscious in Vincent’s experience; to fall in love one evening with Penny.

Three panels make up the triptych “Birth, Death and Action” like three stages of life, from coming of age to romance to

This body of work first came about when having coffee with Vincent in New York in April. We’d just finished our third art collaboration “Way In The Deep” which was exhibiting at the Fable exhibition during NFT NYC and we were discussing our next moves. The idea came up to do a complete series about life in New York. 

Vincent D’Onofrio and Laurence Fuller visiting the “Birth, Death and Action” triptych at Nolcha Shows

I could tell this concept made Vincent feel a strong sense of ownership of the subject. Like it was a unique and unreplicable experience. 

The first drafts he sent me were very long, actually the longest pieces I’ve ever taken on. Quite mammoth in scope. Bear in mind this was back in June, when I started adapting the poetry visually. It was a life in three panels. An alternate version of Vincent’s life. He would talk to me about his early days in the punk scene in New York, how different life was in the 80s. “Welcome To My World” had to feel like the subjective experience of those times, a memory of walking out into the streets covered in rats and surviving mosh pits. 

The “Birth, Death and Action” triptych at the Sagamore exhibition with MakersPlace and Transient Labs

Penny was a much more refined affair. A suit and tie with a martini and beautiful girl. This mysterious figure somewhere in our collective pasts, though I have a feeling for Vincent it was something more specific (but I don’t know). I leant into the darkness again at first, I was maybe used to finding darkness in our collaborations and in this case Vincent kept pushing me to find the romance. Until I really started to see the tragic beauty in their unrequited love and the romance swept me away. I went out several times into the streets of LA with my iPhone camera (later reimagined into NYC and Central Park with AI) with different friends, namely Kate Spare who is a brilliant performer. I knew I had it after the last draft, as it made Vincent’s assistant Pamela cry. 

Vincent D’Onofrio and Laurence Fuller visiting the “Birth, Death and Action” triptych at Nolcha Shows

The Master stands on stage declaring that art is something to be owned and in possession of the elders. Therefore its decree to be dictated for what is and what is not art, to be heard only from them. Like the domineering father figure, telling the young, that they are not there yet.

It’s about a power struggle between apprentice and guru. There was a lot of me and Vincent in this one. Though our creative dynamics are rarely ever wrought with conflict. I kept swaying away from that but Vincent wanted to push the comparison further. He bought me a drone that would follow me as I walked so that I could film myself experiencing the young artist’s turmoil as the world came crashing down around him. I think it worked beautifully in the end and we see the bird trapped in a cage that he was talking about.

Working through these notes (and channeling the spirit of Allen Ginsberg ~ at the request of VerseVerse) I create the three part poem SOHO, about a young man finding himself in New York ~ wondering Soho and stumbling into the devil’s boudoir. The poem is very much a response to Vincent’s triptych and it was a great pleasure to read it alongside the VerseVerse in Miami before Vincent’s reading of his latest poem about the wicked. This poem is included in the Ginsberg catalogue published by Verse and has a cinematic triptych in the works.

(left to right) Desiree Casoni, Pamela Torres, Laurence Fuller, Victoria West, Vincent D’Onofrio, Sam Maydew and Andressa Furletti

The next day we found ourselves at the residence of digital art collectors Pablo Rodríguez-Fraile and Desiree Casoni, taking a tour of their private collection including Refik Anadol, Beeple and Pak. It was fascinating learning more about their reasons for collecting and the promise they saw in the future of digital art.

During the car ride to our next talk with Gamma about our first Ordinal. Dear friends Victoria West and Andressa Furletti accompanied us discussing the state of web3 art culture ~ and all its punkish rebellions.

Erin, Laurence and Vincent representing their triptych “No Fear, No Greed, No Envy” at Nolcha Shows, Ordinals edition

At the Gamma x Ordinals talk we discussed the historical significance of our first Ordinal piece “No Fear, No Greed, No Envy”, its story of the formation of United Artists and their grappling with the new artistic mediums of cinema and interventions of technology during their time. Bitcoin being the first blockchain and Satoshi’s manifesto defining the ethos of the space, has a lot of intersection with this pivotal time in art and technology.

What AI has enabled someone with a lot of creativity and some basic technical skill can do. Since Modernism this has been the case in fine art. The pure aesthetics of the abstract expressionists favoring feeling over perfection. Not that all paint on canvas was considered in that sense great art. 

Coming soon to Gamma…

But the capacity to tell a story within a visual or cultural language has taken precedence over technical execution. When it comes to value, it seems people desire what moves them ~ the human folly.

We’ve been developing the project for some months with Ordinally and some of the core dev team behind Ordinals protocol.

That night I enjoyed catching up with Corporeal Casey, Dave Krugman, Farokh, the Transient Labs team in Chris Ostoich, Daniel Volkov, David Feinstein and the cardboard cut out of Merve Sagyatanlar. KD spoke to us about his operatic project with the estate of Maria Callas.

Our final day we found ourselves admiring the works of Refik Anadol, Zancan and Jenni Pasanen at NFT Now Gateway exhibition in partnership with Christies. We bumped into the maker of our frame installations at Muse Frame and discussed our next installation. We left inspired by the excellent display and experience, that showcased digital art at its best, huge congrats to Medved and the whole NFT Now team behind this experience.

Caitlin Cruickshank (MakersPlace), Simon Hudson (from Botto), Laurence Fuller & Vincent D’Onofrio (Graphite Method)

We ended the trip on a high note with a fascinating discussion with MakersPlace and Transient Labs, moderated by the eloquent Caitlin Cruickshank about how our collaborations at Graphite Method are in many ways an evolution of Method Acting and in the operatic sense a fully immersive art form. As poetry, performance, music, cinematic arts and new technologies are brought together in a symbiosis of the imagination with all the senses.

I want to give special mention to the entire MakersPlace team on this adventure, whose tireless efforts in exhibiting digital art at the highest levels are exceeding all expectations, their attention to detail makes the whole in placement of the art and discussions about the art. Thank you to the team on the ground who helped us pull together “Birth, Death, and Action” ~ Craig L Palmer, Caitlin Cruickshank, Claus Enevoldsen, Kayvan Ghaffari, Aisha Arif, Georgia Louise, Parin and Jarid.

A big thank you also too Vincent’s manager Sam Maydew and Pamela Torres who were along for the ride at every step, finding new adventures and friends minute by minute ~ they helped us pull it all together.

“Through my own experience in show business I have realised that every legitimate artist has been through some form of experiencing having the leading role in a cage. It is an unfortunate cycle that is a part of having success in the entertainment world.” ~ Vincent D’Onofrio 

LAURENCE FULLER Q&A WITH MAKERSPLACE

  • Can you please introduce yourself to our readers?

I’m Laurence ~ I’m a storyteller, that’s the label I’ve resigned myself to. I write poetry out of my process as a method actor and I create cinematic art out of that poetry. I collaborate with others to bring to life worlds beyond my own, I perform and share those stories with people to take everybody on an adventure. 

  • Tell me about the piece you’re bringing to Miami with MakersPlace & Transient Labs.

This body of work first came about when having coffee with Vincent in New York in April. We’d just finished our third art collaboration “Way In The Deep” which was exhibiting at the Fable exhibition during NFT NYC and we were discussing our next moves. The idea came up to do a complete series about life in New York. 

I could tell this concept made Vincent feel a strong sense of ownership of the subject. Like it was a unique and unreplicable experience. 

The first drafts he sent me were very long, actually the longest pieces I’ve ever taken on. Quite mammoth in scope. Bear in mind this was back in June, when I started adapting the poetry visually. It was a life in three panels. An alternate version of Vincent’s life. He would talk to me about his early days in the punk scene in New York, how different life was in the 80s. “Welcome To My World” had to feel like the subjective experience of those times, a memory of walking out into the streets covered in rats and surviving mosh pits. 

Penny was a much more refined affair. A suit and tie with a martini and beautiful girl. This mysterious figure somewhere in our collective pasts, though I have a feeling for Vincent it was something more specific (but I don’t know). I leant into the darkness again at first, I was maybe used to finding darkness in our collaborations and in this case Vincent kept pushing me to find the romance. Until I really started to see the tragic beauty in their unrequited love and the romance swept me away. I went out several times into the streets of LA with my iPhone camera (later reimagined into NYC and Central Park with AI) with different friends, namely Kate Spare who is a brilliant performer. I knew I had it after the last draft, as it made Vincent’s assistant Pamela cry. 

“The Master” was about a power struggle between apprentice and guru. There was a lot of me and Vincent in this one. Though our creative dynamics are rarely ever wrought with conflict. I kept swaying away from that but Vincent wanted to push the comparison further. He bought me a drone that would follow me as I walked so that I could film myself experiencing the young artist’s turmoil as the world came crashing down around him. I think it worked beautifully in the end and we see the bird trapped in a cage that he was talking about. 

Three very distinct aesthetics that tell different parts of the same story and yet the panels speak to eachother. 

  • Optional: Is there anything special about this piece in the context of your body of work?

It was important for us to deal with a very pertinent subject where our three art forms intersect (poetry, cinema & fine art). One) the three line composition of a haiku two) the three act structure in film and three) the triptych in painting. 

Both literary and visual devices have been central dynamics to stories for hundreds of years. Yet they ran tangential to eachother. 

The very first triptychs in religious paintings were these panels that you could open and close and their purpose was to tell a different story with each variation of the three images. Later it took hold with figurative painters, with the likes of Francis Bacon, who redefined what the impact of a triptych could be when the various elements interact with eachother like in the portraits of George Dyer. This series is heavily influenced by Bacon and yet we took those aspects of the static image and gave them time, movement, sound, literature and performance. 

Cinematic art is its own experience entirely where a still image taps into a different part of our humanity. 

  • Can you share any specific rituals or practices that help you maintain your creative momentum?

Hubris, as long as I’m doing too much then I’m probably making progress. If I’m talking about art in the morning in spaces, then writing the poetry in the day, then creating visuals at night and planning exhibitions all along the way, falling asleep with my phone on my face, then that’s what progress feels like. 

There’s no lack of ideas to take across the finish line, but thankfully I taper myself to not have so many that nothing gets finished either. Once I get going on a piece or a few pieces at once I get very determined to finish them before starting anything else. 

  • How much planning or preliminary thought goes into each cinematic work?

I would say the poetry forms the blueprint of the artworks conceptually. Then I’ll start creating the still images of portraits and landscapes, like a storyboard. Sometimes that can come together quite quickly, but if there’s a lot of ambition behind the works (as there was with this triptych) then it can take many months. 

  • How would you describe how your work is currently evolving?

The artworks are coming closer and closer to my the fragmented memories and dreams of my subconscious. The most frustrating thing and also the most beautiful thing I found about method acting; was how you could spend days preparing for a single moment in a story and it would be over in seconds. Though that second would be completely full, condensed with all you put into the performance. There was still a lot that was lost, a lot of inspiring gems I found along the way that I wanted to create out of and share with the world

  • What do you hope people feel when they look at your art?

Either; euphoric, in an essential search for beauty ~ or turned on, possessed by some kind of naughty taboo power trip they can’t turn away from. 

  • Who or what else excites you in the art world (web3 or trad) right now?

The more of these exhibitions we have around the world, the more bound and determined we all feel ~ the more the culture is growing its legs and planting its feet. I love watching my peers grow throughout all this. We are becoming the roses that they planted seeds for just a few years ago, soon to be set alight by an everlasting flame. 

En Passant by Laurence Fuller

En Passant has now been airdropped to the three collectors who acquired the rare Pawn Portrait.

All Pawn and Sovereignty Set from Take The Throne Portraits were minted out and some sold on secondary.

30 Chariots Of Paradise cinematic works were discovered and airdropped from rare traits of Sovereign Set.

41 claims of Good Morning were made and 82 Pawn Portraits burned.

220 Ink were sent to manuscript.tez and burned to claim 22 artworks from the Take The Throne cinematic series.

The cinematic art to RUST will be revealed tomorrow on October 26th, along with full details about dynamics of Rust drop on Friday October 27th with Emergent Properties.

Rust is coming... by Laurence Fuller

In every good game, there are two opponents ~ in Take The Throne, there are guardians of the Sovereign and those of Rust.

I hope you know by now, the moves you make in this game determine an awful lot.

The bounty and the consequences of these moves will be revealed Wednesday, October 25th.

Your Move ~ The Pawn's Good Morning by Laurence Fuller

The morning is a moment of promise for us all.

Burn 2 Pawn Portraits to receive the cinematic piece to Good Morning. The edition size will be determined by the number of burns (max 333 editions, only if all Pawn portraits are burnt).

The burn window is open until Sunday, October 22nd.

Still some Pawn Portraits left on primary https://emprops.ai/projects/pawns-take-the-throne-portraits

“Sun drowned the night,

Though time at days rest,

Is the twilight of my torment.

There is still the restless impermanence of my being,

And the storm which the sky sent,

Before my soaring soul laid to rest,

I put this letter in a bottle.

For one last message is a page worth sending.

The reflection of dawn off the river,

Is time’s mirrored reflection unto me.

The gasping angel which sunk into night’s blistering shadows.

Made the treasures of youth,

Nothing more than the carousel of my imagination.

Righteous blackening hue,

Black ashen mountainside,

You are the other half of me that I must find.

There’s been enough golden flower beds glowing in our imagination, 

That the wind gusts breathless.

Wether we match the weather,

Storm clouds match the sweeping seas.

The guys of all vibrations to destiny,

And what I ever thought possible for me.

The matchsticks match the makers,

And Venus made a glance.

His waist coat, the suit cut marble,

In the light the flowers dance.

Submission to the night, 

The rose petals are soaked.

The Sun drowns behind the statue,

And the faded promise that today would be different is gone.

Giants in the rain as he gallops by the lake,

That leads to Elysium’s gate.

Ghosts on the wave at night,

Wading shorelines, 

Artisans cut the vines,

The life at sea, 

Mystics sleep in the rain.

Fall in love again, and again, and again,

Constant unending refrain.

Drop the curtains so I can feel love again.

You don’t know where my heart is,

It’s in an envelope on the way back to where we started.

While some lives will be changed forever,

Believe in yourself and the walls will fall heavier,

Can you know from a single day?

A single kiss?

Could it be so simple,

To simply say the words,

Although it sounds absurd,

To simply say the words.

A world collides in a verse,

All the trinkets of her purse.

Turn your back where beauty is forsaken,

And an ever widening way be laden,

For the bloom shall arise as the faithless descend,

And the bloom that’s in the air is always changing,

Never permanent.”

Laurence Fuller, 2023 

Take The Throne by Laurence Fuller

As October 6th approaches, and my first Generative AI collection is about to go live as part of the first wave of projects on the new Emergent Properties platform ~ I reflect on the cinematic series which started it all.

There is a timeless quality to chess ~ the analogue battles the players act out between themselves and from within represents a spirit of independence, strength and free will. Challenging a person’s capacity for conquest or merely a dialogue in the language of options the board presents is a fascinating place to begin a story.

Each of my cinematic art pieces include thousands of frames ~ the “Take The Throne” series contains approximately 24,000 frames. Each one I stand by as a contained work of art in its composition and storytelling.

For my first Generative AI drop I have distilled those frames and their stories into two collections of portraits.

Sovereign Set ~ 166 portraits

Pawns ~ 666 portraits

Chess is a game, so let’s play;

Every Pawn & Sovereign Set portraits acquired will be accompanied by the poetic text (ink) corresponding to the character trait ~ airdropped from Elysium Guild account.

Hold ink for the love of poetics, or burn 10 ink from Elysium Guild account (including the Pawn ink airdrop) to claim one of the cinematic art pieces from the original “Take The Throne” series. The “Pawns” cinematic piece currently has a floor of 500xtz.

There are rarity traits throughout both Pawns & Sovereignty collections;

Chariots Of Paradise ~ 33 Edition

The only way to claim my first cinematic edition on tezos in 6 months is to play the Sovereign Set;

If you mint one of 30 possible portraits that contain a Throne or Chariot from the Sovereignty Set you will be airdropped an edition of “Chariots Of Paradise” from my main account ~ these rare characters include;

“Prince” ~ “Princess” ~ “Rook Ghost” ~ “Bishop Snake” ~ “Knights Templar” ~ “Chariots” ~ “Queen Throne” ~ “King Throne”

There is approximately a one in five chance of minting a Chariot.

En Passant ~ 6 Edition

The only way to claim this rare cinematic edition of 6 is to play the Pawn Set and mint an “En Passant”. There is approximately a one in a hundred chance of minting an “En Passant”.

The Original Take The Throne Cinematic Series

So you want the throne?

Take the throne.

Do you think it was a seat I asked to sit?

Take the throne.

That its steel was grown around me?

Like the rain and mud and silt?

Take the throne.

No. It was,

The rust, the dagger and the unholy ilk.

Take the throne.

My gift to you and all that we have known,

Part a legacy,

Part my blood and grit and bone.

Take the throne.

By the sword and the sickle,

I embrace your heresy,

If you’ve got what it takes,

Take the throne.

One man is frail on his own,
But together we can take the throne,
Pass on this message,
No time for letters.

Fish bones for the vermin,
The human fire warms those that are closest,
In the distance those elsewhere freeze out on their own,
With bread however dry and we break it together,
A promise of forever,
The streets are cold and wet puddles black with soot of the city,
Floating down gutters of sleet and mess.

The secrets of the streets,
What to eat,
Which meat to share,
Scurry rats, scatter bones, gather leavings.

And the wharf, a mess with the city's misgivings.
Ships bring us in the night,
Bounty from other shores before the rabid dogs bite.

There’s more of us in tow,
More of us below.

Whispers in the streets,
One man is frail on his own,
But together we can take the throne.

Grab your pitchforks,
We’ll take what we deserve,
The King’s on his throne doesn’t smell the armies of dirt outside his window,
Doesn’t feel that hurt that we feel in the shadows,
If the weakest of us fall we pick them up,
Protest at the gallows,
For our way of life we bleed.

Soldiers at the front,
Taste the grit of battle,
Power in the fist,
Bleed for this,
We will never concede,
Blade to knuckle,
The lesser ones buckle,
Under the will to power,
Under the crest of that burning flower,
Pawns rise from the rubble.

To outshine the master is our greatest desire.

Raise the gate!!

Trapped in the halls with no escape,
Trapped in the labyrinth of this castle,
It’s cobbled bricks and go back centuries to this date,

I hear it’s voices,
Chasing through endless corridors,
Another turn at the end of every hall,
Leads to the pathway I swear I’ve been before,
Whispers leaking out the walls,

Trapped within and without,
The rules of the game,
Chambers of sound,
I’m surrounded by pages and pages and pages,
Rocks steady my feet on the ground,
Don’t slip for a minute,
There’s ghosts all around,
If I can hear them at least there’s a chance,

Make way for the King’s advance!

There’s a patter of footsteps,
I swear it’s not mine,
If I can find him ~ his presence divine,
To stop the enemy and raise the gate.
Wet walls with stone pushed into place,
A thousand years before,
The sentinel of war,
Spiraled my lost soul,
In a labyrinth of endless corridors,
Staircase to a lost world.

If I find him breathing at my back,
I know that I’m one step closer,
To finding him in the black.

I feel the walls closing in,
The game and all it’s been.
There, there he is in the garden,
Staring up at the sky.
Staring up at the sacred light ripped from the skies,
Beaming perpetual divinity from the rocks of solid mankind.
Exploding from the caverns under coal-mines.

Staring up at the sacred light ripped from the skies,
Beaming perpetual divinity from the rocks of solid mankind.
Exploding from the caverns under coal-mines.

At last, I can ask him, to raise up the gate.
Upon the perfect check mate.

Empires crumble into a basin,
The gardens of Golgotha,
Birthplace of all creation,
Where doves take flight in sudden elation,
As the sun bleeds in the dusk,
I drop to my knees in the churchyard its spires in thrust,
Where were you this day?

Frozen in the Everglades,
Or rolling your fingers down the blessed blade,
The reflections of chivalry,
Rally the cavalry,
She left his hope like hoove marks in the mud,

Galloping hooves,
Pounding hooves,
Swords clamor,
Amor and steel,

The plunder of the oceans bounty before them,
The prophets words still in their memory,

Cups full of blood,
Reflections of love,
Dragonfly crest,
Green that matched her green dress,

Reflections of a stable,
Where they went each day,
His touch each day is full,

Danger in his hooves,
Though courage hides the truth,
Sacred sound of youth,
Pounding on the wood,
Cabinets stained by cups of blood,
Lovers on the cusp,
The cups of blood,
Stained with love.

She shivers by the window,
Silver shines in the moonlight,
Grips the handle of his sword,
That feeling of the forbidden Knight.

Courage hides the truth,
Gold to pursue,
Steeds in the rain,
I’ll find my way back to you,
To the lady I can’t bare to refrain.

Reflections where it’s sealed,
Reflections on the road,
Reflections concealed,
Reflections he had known.

Reflections of the order,
Rolling waves of knights on the Crusade,
Templars united until the end of days,
Reflections on the water,
Reflections of holy lands,
Reflections of a blessed blade.

“Empires crumble into a basin
The gardens of Golgotha
Birthplace of all creation
Where doves take flight in sudden elation
As the sun bleeds in the dusk
I drop to my knees in the churchyard, its spires in thrust.

She shivers by the window,
Silver shines in the moonlight,
Grips the handle of his sword,
That feeling of the forbidden Knight.  

Daggers in the shadows,
Clink against the cobble stones,
Revenge is in the air and players of that board checkered the floor,
Splinters in my feet as I walk the boards,
Hissing in the corridors,
Snakes slither the floor,
Can’t promise the world if they can’t talk any more,
And can’t hardly whisper if they no longer walk,
Into the shadows I stalk,
A mystery in the miseries of humanity,
To turn one’s back on the almighty,
I’ll be waiting and oh what I sight to see,
The man himself without guard or armor,
In the unassuming grips of laughter,
Enjoy what the lord gave you,
For your last night on this earth,
Revenge on my lips,
Revenge of the bishop,
If you’re asleep when I visit, it cannot hurt.

In the citadels of halifax,
Dripping every wall with the thickest wax,
The regent’s poison in the goblets,
As they remove the blade that’s in their backs.

To see with more than eyes,
Read their moves like they’re written on their faces,
Across the board, across the sea of foreign places,
Poisoned cups are filled with lies,
Travel lands to different graces,
The end of eras filled the wax covered vases,
The glass cabinet which is her life,
To get through her, will take a sacrifice,”

Wax covered the walls,
Preservation in the palace halls,
To keep it safe within ourselves,
Our hope and sanctity,
Preservation above all else,

Preserve the covenant,
The armature
The chairs, the furniture,
Every detail, a mark to mature,
Ornaments to be sure,
Dispatch the holdings of the treasury,
What we said to put too readily,

Break the soul in two parts because it’s broken in the rectory,
Hopeless, lifeless for what she said to me,
Under the heal of endless revery
Broken on a lifeless life to be,
Preservation constrained and never free,
Wax covere,  leads to a better me,

To see with more than eyes,
Read their moves like they’re written on their faces,
Across the board, across the sea of foreign places,
Poisoned cups are filled with lies,
Travel lands to different graces,
The end of eras filled the wax covered vases,
The glass cabinet which is my life,
To get through me, will take a sacrifice,

Preserve The Queen to save the monarchy,
Paint the walls with wax,
And then fall to the floor and paint me.

In the citadels of halifax,
Dripping every wall with the thickest wax,
The regent’s poison in the goblets,
As they remove the blade that’s in their backs.

He ruled with iron, stone and a consummate throne,
Disciples crawling out of Gardens of bliss,
Shucked shells and opulent riddles, cannot resist,
Here Babylons and banquets exist,

A ruler with grace,
Kingdom flourished in a golden age,
Overall all he pervade,

"I bid my time,
My wish, my desire to reign over all that’s mine,
My years in the shadows, behind castle walls,
The loyalty of assassins,
I cloaked them in golden shawls."

His paradise perished away,
His kingdom now lies in the mist,
It’s fate sealed with a sickly sweat kiss,
Loved by his people, friend of the many,
Amongst the rubble a legacy,
His jewels ransacked, and his throne now empty,

An army’s trophies in scraps,
My time has come,
Desolation in the dusts of war
Surround as I rise.

The remnants of a paradise that lies like rotten fruit on rusted platters, it’s raw,
It’s black in the skies.

Now it’s all that I pervade and the kingdom remains,
Ascension ~ a King at the coronation,

At the end of a blade,
For my kingdom will prosper,
And the throne ~ it’s mine.

A seat,
A board of black and white,
Players compete,
A game, the metaphor for life,
Pieces, move in the silence,

Kings and queens trust by the knife.

The board, a battlefield,
Where pawns are sacrificed,
Where bishops are slaughtered by knights,
Where castles stand and fight,

We find our marble in time,
Rooks march in a line,
Stings protect the queen’s hive,
The seat where the king must decide,
The fate of the game in his hands to abide.

A canvas of thought,
Brushes of war,
Fine metal jaws,
Clash with their armor,
Victory!
At the end of it all, just a simple wooden board.

Figs & Bees by Laurence Fuller

Melted through the clouds one morning,

I saw all the colors that winter forgot.

Flourishing in the between, 

After the shadows,

Where life started fresh.

My farmers bed of thyme,

Figs and bees,

Grape vines under the trees,

The courage of new life to stretch its feet.

The snails crunch up to the garden bench by my shoes,

I lift my boot above it’s shell,

And hesitate.

A spider of fall,

Knot a web round bugs that wayward tred,

Wrapped in threads to their last breathe,

While the wet morning melts now fresh.

Stumbling into the garden, 

Raving and tucked, 

Tearing apart the shrubs and doorways.

Never your own accord, 

Never your fault, 

Never accepted until I revolt.

Into the garden I hunker like a boulder, 

Crunching flowers like the catalyst.

Tearing up patches of grass, 

From the mulch, much like ripping my hair from its follicles.

The Sun did scorch the weltering red welded wealth,

Watching the cinders burnt charred dust,

A bed of dust,

A rusted redness bursting from the flames I bled.

Trapped behind gusts of torment,

And the throws of lust.

But… The year does pass, 

And the rain does calm the heat at least,

As long as I keep reading.

The sun brought out all the colors that winter forgot,

That winter forgot,

The sun brought out all the colors that winter forgot,

The bees rings ran hot,

God it’s hot,

A cup of water.

Remember when the garden grew around us,

Bees have tongues,

And little birds sang that song we trust,

The ice melted and something about love,

Something that I read in this book,

It said; “patience and the wind blows that pollen to your taste.”

The sun brought out all the colors that winter forgot.

MODERN ART: David Hockney Interview by Laurence Fuller

Hockney is perhaps the best known of the British 'pop’ artists who emerged from the Royal College of Art in the early 1960s. This interview was recorded in 1977, following Hockney’s contribution to the Hayward Annual of that year and his criticisms of the exhibition in a Fyfe Robertson television programme.

FULLER: The remarks you made on Fyfe Robertson’s programme were unusually provocative for you. Did the 1977 Hayward Annual make you angry?

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DIG X ~ The Reveal by Laurence Fuller

As Kopfgestaltung and I were carving away at the Tablets drop based on Michelangelo’s Moses, we had the crazy thought ~ what if Moses’ tablets were to slip and smash into fragments on the ground and each one would represent one of the Ten Commandments. Then each Fragment would drop in secret on HEN in collaboration with other artists whose work would fit the classic theme and people would have to follow the clues to find it, like an archeological dig... It’s been a wild ten days and I’m very proud to now present the first ever NFT collaborative series dropped entirely in secret ~ DIG X in full!

Fragment X: Rex ~ Visuals & Music by @Kopfgestaltung ~ Original Poetry & Performance by Laurence Fuller @LaurenceFuller

Clue X was: Each clue will lead you to this, the eagles flight from its perch down the gullies that ring with other voices. Speaking lost in the shadows with other people’s words; all leads the traveler to find oneself anew. What’s in a name but the location of Elysium.
Based on the Commandment: Thou shall not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain

Fragment IX: Sirens ~ Visuals by Mihai Grecu @the_grecu ~ Original score by Laurence Fuller ~ Poetry adapted from “Iliad” by Homer ~ Performance by @LaurenceFuller

Clue IX: Faint echoes on the edge of dystopia, ruins of a fallen civilization crumble while a chorus of melancholy lures weary sailors.

Based on the Commandment: Thou shalt not commit adultery

Fragment VIII: Invidia ~ Visuals by Dark Ghoul @_dark_ghoul ~ MUSIC :The Hungry Ghost - I Think I Can Help You ~ Poetry adapted from “Sarires” by Horace ~ Performance by Laurence Fuller @LaurenceFuller

Clue VIII: Golems covet gold in the dark, they hide it from their neighbors ~ ghoulish laughs can be heard with whispers of their favorite.

Based on the Commandment: Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's goods

Fragment VII: Pater Maris ~ Visuals by Sønken @rijstplukker ~ Poetry adapted from “Aeneid” by Virgil ~ Performance by Laurence Fuller @LaurenceFuller ~ Music: Symphony no. 9 in Em, 'New World' - IV. Allegro con fuoco. Composed by Antonín Dvořák ~ Performed by Symphony Orchestra.

Clue VII: Night falls, glowing through the ashened darkness the shore patters it's waves against the rocks peopled with ancients. The Gods whisper fables to nymphs & cherubs here.

Based on the Commandment: Honour thy father and thy mother.

Fragment VI: Suffuror ~ Visuals by Daniel Martin @DanielMartinNL ~ Poetry adapted from “The Satires” by Horace ~ Music ‘Peer Gynt’ by Edvard Grieg ~ Produced and performed by Laurence Fuller @LaurenceFuller

Clue VI: The Iron Lady and the like gather to conspire for what politicians do & in that chamber portraits of leaders past faded in grey tones by cigar smoke.

Based on the Commandment: Thou shalt not steal

Fragment V: Rixor ~ Visuals by @KX________ ~ Original poetry and performance by Laurence Fuller @LaurenceFuller

Clue V was: Dark whispers are heard about thy neighbors in the Corridors Of Paradise where the Flame of Truth hangs. Echoing quarrels about embracing angels, a big drooping tongue and a red balloon.

Based on the Commandment: Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.

Fragment IV: Caedes ~ Visuals by @_Mwan_ ~ Sound and score by Mwan ~ Poetry based on ‘Pompeii’ by William Giles adapted by Laurence Fuller ~ Performance by @LaurenceFuller

Clue IV was: Gold. Burning Gold. Gold bleeds through the ashes. Gold pours from the mountains. Until there was only silence and their souls languished in Gold.

Based on the Commandment: Thou shalt not kill.

Fragment III: Tempus ~ 3D Digital Sculpture by @jopfe0815 ~ Poetry based on the Percy Shelley’s ‘Ozymandias’ reinterpreted by Laurence Fuller ~ Original score and Performance by @LaurenceFuller

Clue III was: As the sun peaks it's first glimpse on the Sabbath like Mona Lisa’s smile at break of day ~ Regal calls can be heard in the valley and carry in my heart.

Based on the Commandment: Remember to keep holy the Lord's Day.

Fragment II: Mordere Malum ~ 3D Digital Sculpture by Voltaine @Voltaine1 ~ Inspired by The Venus De Milo ~ Poetry based on the Latin poem Pervigilium Veneris reinterpreted by Laurence Fuller ~ Performance by Laurence Fuller @LaurenceFuller

Clue II was: After Virgil wrote that Aeneid was her son, many long journies left her scoured, once discarded and rediscovered, her beauty was converted for centuries ~ the envy of all France’s neighbors. All the while her new creator covets Norwegian Noir.

Based on the Commandment: Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife.

Fragment I: Reverentia ~ 3D Digital Sculpture by Oddcrow @oddcr0w ~ Inspired by The Death of Laocoon ~ Poetry from ‘Aeneid’ by Virgil ~ Performance by Laurence Fuller @LaurenceFuller

Clue I was: Worship at the altar of the sea, until a black bird flies south with a serpent in its mouth.

Based on the Commandment: I am the Lord thy God: thou shalt not have strange Gods before me.

The Heiress by Laurence Fuller

It was a great pleasure to be able to setup a 3D exhibition for this series in the metaverse, I would like to encourage everybody to check out this exhibition in the metaverse and then leave us feedback here or on my Twitter: https://oncyber.io/heiress

I chose the abandoned church I suppose in the tradition of a lot of the great galleries in London which come out unexpected locations like Whitechapel and White Cube. There’s a feeling of a connecting to the relics of history with the space, time forgotten ruins that are reconstructed and contemporized, much like the way Senju and I go about our respective practices and what brought us together.

Preview available oncyber above, Full drop on Foundation

Preview available oncyber above, Full drop on Foundation

Senju’s work has become very popular on instagram because at first glance it is traditional Japanese art of the highest quality, but then the longer you spend with it you notice subtle influences of the present which begin to make themselves known to the viewer. Before long you realize you are in the grips of a contemporary artist, what still may not be evident until further inspection into Senju’s process is that he’s creating all this not with traditional Japanese brushes, but with a digital pen. Pretty astounding and hard to think of anyone who is working in this way, so successfully.

This new medium working with fine artists and adding that performative aspect to the work with my poetry would not have been possible in any other medium other than NFTs. Anyone whose been following my social media knows I was experimenting with this sort of new media on my social media for a couple years, but never to this extent and with these production values. NFTs have provided a frame for spoken word poetry and fine art to come together much like these elements come together in cinema. So all of that has been a very natural progression for me and the work that I’ve been doing.

I can probably only describe the sort of poetry I write as being Neo-Romantic. Lord Byron is one of my favorite poets, his work Don Juan was reflective of his statues as the bad boy of the Romantic poets. The great seducers throughout history, have all had in common a sense of taboo, between an obsession with the pursuit of pleasure and by contrast the appearance of restraint. I wanted for the performances to be non-linnear and not at all to feel like a poetry reading. I want the abstract soundscapes to work on the subconscious like a dream and for the piece itself to be calmly hypnotic, I’m going to continue working in this way, the goal is to see if this experiment will have a deeper and more complete experience for the viewer both with poetry and with art.

The other actor in the piece is Cynthia San Luis who did an amazing job with her voice performance. I wanted to give both characters much of the same dialogue as the power dynamics and control is passed back and forth between the masculine and the feminine although the feminine energy is mostly the one taking the reigns throughout.

Obviously as a classically trained actor its been a real blessing to have an outlet to practice my craft, but even after the theatres and the cinemas return to life post-Covid, I will continue to work in this way as well.

I want to give a quick shout out and a big thank you to NFTipi (Clarina) for hosting our drop party on Clubhouse on Wednesday and to everyone who showed up and participated in the event, it was a great experience for both me and Cynthia to take part amongst such supportive community of artists!

View the full drop here on Foundation

2021 is the New Era for Spoken Word Poetry by Laurence Fuller

Up until just this year all forms of poetry were considered really niche and the realm of hobbyists, but since Amanda Gorman rocked the world with her inauguration poem, spoken word has become something more than a local cafe interruption. Gorman’s chap book ”The Hill We Climb” became an Amazon best seller for the first time in the history of contemporary poetry. 

Hussain Manawer introduced the BAFTAs, paying homage to every nominated film seamlessly weaving throughout the narrative.

David Bianchi and myself found a new home in NFTs, respectively. Before I go into David’s work more in depth, it’s evident we both offer very different things to the landscape of contemporary, spoken word poetry, and nft performative art. My work has a relationship to the past and a questioning of the classics, my goals is to contemporize the fine art tradition for our time and to hold myself accountable to the same standards that I would with a Shakespeare play or a film. I’ve always had a strong connection to paintings, sculpture and the fine art tradition through my family bonds (my mother the painter Stephanie Fuller and my father the late art critic Peter Fuller), attending art openings was a weekly family outing growing up. I won eight awards and 35 Finalist placements at writing competitions in the last year for my screenplay based on his life, MODERN ART. NFTs have become such a collaborative medium and there it really is hard to think of any other time in art history where this would have been possible to put together so many diverse disciplines much like we do in film. Fine art and poetry have shared a very similar emotional space, in particular with the likes of Baudelaire who regularly wrote poems in response to the art of his time and was also a notorious art critic. But never before was there a medium which allow the blending of these two mediums into one piece, allowing a verbal narrative or soundscape to the visual. NFTs allow us that freedom. David Bianchi and I came up around the same time, both actors and poets in our own right - I minted and sold my first spoke word poetry collaboration with artist Sima Jo “Childish Force Of Nature” on March 20th in my collection Elysium Verto: https://opensea.io/collection/elysium-verto-v2

Parts I-IV all sold on Opensea for 0.333ETH each, Parts V-VII will be revealed at an upcoming group exhibition honoring the Ocean on Kalamint. I’ve been so impressed by their ecological inspirations and of course carbon neutral technology. I’ve partnered up with Charitas Foundation who will be matching any charitbale contribution I make to Ocean conservation through the sale of my NFTs on Kalamint. The exhibition will also feature collaborations with my mother Stephanie Fuller celebrating whales in the fight against commercial whaling.

This NFT is also presently the only way to get ahold of my Novella THE FORTUNE, an allegory for commercial whaling.

This NFT is also presently the only way to get ahold of my Novella THE FORTUNE, an allegory for commercial whaling.

A collaboration with GAN artist Doodle Dips called “Winged Urchins” will also be featured alongside a number of new collaborations celebrating the beauty of nature.

Around the same time I got started, David minted “I Can’t Breathe” in honor of George Floyd - David’s work is about social justice and giving a radical contemporary voice to these important issues in society regarding diversity. So I would like to pay respects to my fellow poetic warrior and give him the space to tell his story here:

George Floyd's death sparked an outcry heard around the world. 

Actor / Poet David Bianchi’s film, “I Can’t Breathe” (directed by Award Winner Ryan LeMasters) gives an honest and painful portrait of a man of color’s view on America’s new civil rights movement and the pain of black history in America.

The film was broadcast live on KTLA 5 News Award-Winning Series “Breaking Bias” and was covered in the elite Hollywood trade Deadline. The film has roused critical acclaim across the country.

"A gut-wrenching view at the pain of America. A Cinematic poetic force of nature."

                                               - Deadline - Hollywood.

--Poetry Excerpt--

Is it really not enough when the rubber bullets fly

When the world is enraged from watching a black man die?

Gasping for breath and says I can’t breathe

His esophageal tube collapsed under a man’s knee.

Is it really not enough to wake in wake of hate

Perpetuated by a system dating back to negro slaves

Beat that black man make him pick cotton

Shoot that black man he looks like he’s up to something!

Is the American fury not enough for you

Crowds plowed by vans driven by the men in blue?

Who do you call when the cops are the killers?

When the body camera footage shows you murdering my brothers and sisters

Is the execution of man still not enough for you

Jury judge and executioner by the man in blue!

You look down at us for behaving like an angry mob

If every man is created equal what gives you the right to play God?

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"These times are calling for understanding. The global movement to abolish racism is here," said Bianchi. "I tell the story honestly to offer a hopeful perspective on why the fury runs so deep."

David says, “Spinema is the culmination of all things I am as an artist. I am an actor, a poet, a screenwriter, film producer and film director. Spinema at its roots incorporates the rhythmic poetic word that operates as the script. It uses all the languages of cinema (picture, light and sound) while evoking elements of sometimes subtle, sometimes visceral performances through evocation of the rhythmic deliveries. Spinema requires a specific kind of on-camera-poetic-talent that can affect the nuances of the language, while being modest to the sotto nature of cinema. 

 There are no limits to how these important stories can be told in both traditional cinema and in the metaverse. The metaverse provides a unique never before utilized platform for Spinema that is yet unknown. This is a new, but not final frontier. However, it promises the deepest possible interaction with audience members like never experienced before.” 

David has a library of completed films and his next mint is a film starring Malcolm-Jamal Warner alongside him.

His films will continue to be minted and very auction will donate money to a charity associated with the theme of each film. 

Sold for 5ETH to MetaPurse: WATCH - I CAN’T BREATHE - HERE > https://ephimera.com/tokens/i-can-t-breathe-a-spoken-word-film-by-david-bianchi-267

FIVE FAMILIES - THE FIRST FEATURE FILM NFT by Laurence Fuller

The first ever Feature Film NFT. Offering participants the opportunity to be a part of the filmmaking process through the crypto and Blockchain world. Launching on Opensea: https://opensea.io/collection/five-families

NFTs have disrupted the art world, now people are calling for film to step in, we agree. It is the natural progression to this technology. We see so much potential here for artists to make something on their own terms, and to make the films they really want to make. Independent film has been a wild west sector for so long, it can take years to find a home even with a world class script, but bump into the right person at the right bar at Cannes and suddenly your life could change. It shouldn’t be that way, we’re hoping this lends more of an organized ecosystem to the film development process. More of a meritocracy for the best projects to gain traction and build a community of participants who are all rooting for its success.

Five Families, like Whiplash before it, started its life as a short film and a festival favorite. Critics and audiences responded to the timely themes of police corruption, the new generations surpassing the old, the authentic cinematography, carefully underwritten screenplay by Adam Cushman and Barry Primus (The Irishman), David Proval (The Sopranos), Christopher Redman (The Purge) and Laurence Fuller (Road To The Well.) New comer Joe Blute was Nominated for a Best Supporting Actor Award in the film. Unlike many films focused on the mafia this piece relies on the drama, the storytelling and the performances to drive the narrative.

“Five Families finds its drama without the need for hits, beating, and gunplay. For a mafia film, acting is its primary medium… Well worth ten quick minutes of your time.” - Film Threat ****

Adam Cushman’s vision is savagely poetic and nuanced yet is unrelenting with its tension, akin to that of Animal Kingdom or The Irishman.

“A tense and terse little piece, Five Families sits somewhere around a genre I'll call 'upstate noir'. The slightly more than suburban desperation of The Place Beyond The Pines, the rust and regret of Blue Ruin, the tinnitus and tedium of Copland.” - Eye For Film ****

“Adam Cushman wrote an incredibly powerful script blending a poetic literary style with a traditional gangster film aesthetic, he’s taking the best of that nostalgic gritty Seventies cinematic values and updating it for our time. There’s no doubt the themes in this piece regarding our relationship to the police and when lines are crossed is incredibly timely. I loved working with Adam on this and the feature screenplay that he sent me afterwards takes the story to another level entirely. How he managed to the underworld with such poetry is beyond me.” - Laurence Fuller

Laurence Fuller is an actor and screenwriter with lead roles in feature films including Road To The WellApostle Peter & The Last Supper and Paint It Red. In the last year Laurence has won 8 awards as a screenwriter for his biopic script about his late father Modern Art, which has now been picked up for development. His first venture into NFTs with the fine art and poetry collaborations at Elysium Verto Collection quickly expanded into his passion for film and he brought together filmmaker Adam Cushman, crypto influencer and trading expert Crypto Tony and Blockchain entrepreneur Louis Messmer. Find him on Twitter @laurencefuller

“When the guys approached me with the idea of making movies through the NFT community, I got excited. No profit margins, development meetings, casting ultimatums, turnaround, or any of the typical bullshit that goes on in the world of traditional movie making, just art generating art in a community of artists and art lovers. I'm thrilled to be connecting with the NFT community in the creation of Five Families. This story is close to my heart and it began as a short film that we made two years ago. Most people who see the short agree there's a larger story here and can see it as a feature film. Five Families isn't a typical gangster picture. It's not based on a true story and it doesn't have anything to do with the real life Five Families on the east coast. Our story is about the last generation of Jewish career criminals, those who are on the fringes of organized crime in Southern California, who were associated with OC, but for the most part labored among the middle class. It deals with themes of family and heredity, darkness and inner violence, as well as history, identity, and the current epidemic of police violence against civilians. It asks who the real criminals are in a time where law and order has been turned upside down.” - Adam Cushman

Adam Cushman is a writer and director whose recent work includes the feature films The Maestro (starring Xander Berkley) and Restraint, and the short crime drama Five Families. He's the founder of Film 14, and his books include Cut and Critically Acclaimed. Find him on Twitter @Film14Trailers

“When Laurence approached me because he recognized a sense of keen appreciation for the innovative new world of NFTs, our initial conversation was only about his projects in the space and to compliment my curated collection of digital art. We quickly realized though that a shared vision existed and the plan was hatched to bring me on as a producer working with Adam and his remarkable vision regarding “Five Families.” For me, nothing could be more motivating than a new innovative approach to filmmaking that gives unlimited power to the creative essence of collaboration. It is a method that resonates with my belief of artist integrity first and foremost and I truly believe we will find a pure form of art through the energy that an entirely community funding film project will produce. I am so confident in Adam’s talents and of the remarkably talented cast in this production there is little doubt in my mind we are about to witness a historic success for independent film and the genesis of a true innovative work of art. Every investor in this project will become intimately tied to it in a way that has never existed before, and this is what our project will encapsulate in essence. Untethered creative expression combined with the power of community spirit and support.” - Louis Messmer

Louis Messmer is the CMO of BME (Blockchain Music Entertainment.) Through two assets MP3 (for musicians) and MP4 (for videographers, creatives of all kinds and influencers) BME uses cutting edge bonding curve technology on the blockchain to revolutionize direct fan to artist funding. With a set of soon to be released social media dapps (decentralized applications) BME will put the power to create back in the hands of the people and not the industry. Louis has also been a curator of gems and minerals for the past several years with his business The Mineral Collective as well as a collector for over two decades, helping source fair trade specimens and geologic oddities for thousands of top clients worldwide. You can learn more at www.mp3finance.com/ and https://mp4.social or find us on Instagram https://twitter.com/LaurenceFuller/status/1379984073347633152?s=20 and Twitter. @mp3finance & @mp4social

Five Families - The First Ever Feature Film NFT launching on Opensea: https://opensea.io/collection/five-families

Tony has been trading Cryptocurrencies for several years, becoming one of the top crypto influencers and loves every minute of it. Find him on Twitter: @CryptoTony_

Five Families - The First Ever Feature Film NFT launching on Opensea: https://opensea.io/collection/five-families

Adam, Laurence, Lou and Tony will be launching the NFT during a live Clubhouse on NFT.Tips this Saturday, April 10th @ 5pm - Q&A panel including cast from the film and Hollywood Legends Barry Primus and David Proval.

Fine Art & Poetry NFTs by Laurence Fuller

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The Rhinocervs, 1515: its Frankenstein like appearance patched together from a chain of whispers, the stories of others who voiced their experience. The sailor, the merchant, the aristocrat, on the journey across new lands to discover and seek fortune, but more-so to seek a story. Dürer pieced those stories together and out of it formed the beautiful image of a Rhinoceros. It’s not perfect by any standards - it’s a completely imperfect mongrel of a creature, and that’s why it is the best Dürer woodcut. For the strangest of lockdown circumstances I found myself at Caeser’s Casino and Resort on the Vegas strip staring at an iconic woodcut on the walls of the new Park West Gallery. 

A tweet pops up on my iPhone screen, news of Philip Hoar’s upcoming release of his book “Albert and the Whale,” about Dürer’s mission to see a whale with his own authentic eyes. Looks brilliant. I scrolled down to see I had sold my first NFT, Part I of a collaboration with the oil painter Sima Jo and my poetry, called “Childish Force Of Nature.” The buyer was another artist, Cr24ti7e. An amazing feeling, every artist of any medium should experience this! I asked myself “what questions would people have asked in the time of Dürer’s woodcuts about reproductions on paper?”

Above are Parts I-VI of Childish Force Of Nature (as well as an exclusive look at part VII), most of the NFTs are sold to NFT collector JAX13579 (our other collectors include Pussy Riot’s Nadya Tolokno) but you can still check them out here https://opensea.io/collection/elysium-verto-v2

I scrolled further, John Cleese has released the most hilarious NFT of all, a ridiculous sketch of the Brooklyn Bridge - which must have taken all of five seconds to make. Not that brevity got in Picasso’s way. But I hope Mr. Cleese the comic, and cultural icon whose work across several mediums has more than inspired me since childhood, doesn’t mind me saying that his talents have yet to extend to draughtsmanship, in this case and that was certainly not his intention here anyway. But I still bid on it. I have since unfortunately been outbid by an NFT collector named JeffBezosForeskin to the tune of $36k. 

I scroll further to see two of my favorite art critics chiming in on the huge Beeple NFT sale at Christies of $69M splashing across the headlines, they say the price is ridiculous, these are bubble prices and it can’t possibly be worth that much. Makes sense. They end by with the message that maybe eventually NFTs will be a good thing and more of a stable market that makes sense, but it will take time. 

I sell the first ever Shakespearean performance as an NFT for $600 to collector NFTBUZZ. Here’s why: One of my favorite characters in any story, Iago is the master of manipulation and pulls apart the house of cards he sees around him. I wouldn't want to be his friend for all the world, but it's delicious to watch him weave his web around Venice and around us.

I remember when I was first starting out as an actor being obsessed by the great actor's audition stories, Laurence Olivier's tutor walked up to him afterwards and pressed his finger between his eyes saying that he had an insecurity above his nose. I was so curious to see everyone's audition pieces when it was my turn to do the rounds, the myths that were created in those moments. This was one of my Drama School audition pieces before I got into Bristol Old Vic Theatre School and the journey began.

I ask Jerry and Waldemar’s opinion on Elysium Verto Collection, championing Fine Art and poetry in NFTs, they like and wish me luck. I scroll on:

What Jerry says here really resonated with me and I thought about it more today:

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Because Andy Warhol blasted Neon across the reproduction market, did it dull the shine of a Matisse lithograph or the emotional impact of a Lucian Freud etching?… 

This movement has been a long time coming, philosophically since John Berger’s Ways Of Seeing. What we found since then was that nothing can replace the value of the original. However, the reproduction has its benefits particularly for non-Squillionaires to participate in the growth of the legacy of already established artists. Nor does the reproduction necessarily take away from the original. NFTs now offer the collector the option of purchasing authentic digital prints of their oil paintings, for instance, so they can take their collections with them wherever they go. Digital galleries are now opening up for collectors and artists to display their work on screens. The possibilities are limitless. 

My enthusiasm must be taken in the context of the reproduction market as a whole, NFTs do what etchings and lithographs have always tried to do. As someone who both currently owns and has previously traded in a private collection of hundreds of etchings and lithographs including artists like Lucian Freud, Francis Bacon, Goya, Rembrandt, Dürer and Kathe Kollwitz. The purpose of reproductions is to offer greater flexibility to the collector than they might have with their oil painting collection, NFTs solve all those problems. Whenever a new mediums like this comes around there are inevitably the cross overs with artists over more traditional mediums and if they already have a career going it tends to do well, but there are also some like Goya, Dürer and Käthe Kollwitz whose etchings and woodcuts were of a better quality than their paintings and who found greater possibilities for story telling in that medium. Though they are the outliers. 

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I remember my interest in Philip Hoare’s novel “Albert And The Whale,” Japan returned to commercial whaling this year. When I first heard the news I began writing a novella called “The Fortune” - about an heir to a modern whaling dynasty who is attacked on board the Nisshin Maru in the Southern Ocean and must escape to Leith Harbor on the Island of South Georgia, where his consciousness is transformed by the whale’s song. It got into a couple of the writing competitions Launch Pad Prose Writing Competition and ScreenCraft Cinematic Short Stories. I also sold it as part of an NFT collaboration with with my mother the painter Stephanie Fuller. The collector was NFT whale LouGainz. I had the chance to speak with Louis on the phone and he told me how he was transforming the music industry with his new company Blockchain Music Entertainment. We began to hatch our next project together…

Waldemar Januszczak taught me (via Twitter) a few years ago, that the vision is the most important thing, not the medium. The medium and the market are external factors that the artist just needs to place a context for their internal vision. Not more important their vision. This is why Japanese contemporary art genius Takashi Murakami’s first NFT drop, leaves much to be desired, as he fell pray to the overwhelming pixel aesthetic of most NFTs instead of honoring his own visions. Let’s see what Damien Hirst brings to the space.

Markets will fluctuate and that’s the only thing I’m sure about in that arena. However, as a medium, the usefulness of NFT’s and the options they provide are too good not to completely disrupt the reproduction market moving forward. Potential investors; do not listen to me, I am a creative entrepreneur not a financial advisor, listen to registered financial advisors, do your research, be sensible - know that the majority of collectors right now have already been in the crypto space. So research the market first. Then, after that, check out some NFTs.

And when you do, click the gif below to check out the my collaboration with Johan Andersson, we found our way into some of the top NFT collector’s wallets including Loopify, Niwin, thefunnyguys, taylor, JeffBezosForeskin, BillyMcSmithers, BobAmor, rssi, artbygabeweis, NFT.NYC and thebeautyandthepunk :

MODERN ART: John Bellany by Laurence Fuller

MODERN ART is a biopic project about my late father the art critic Peter Fuller. Since participating in the competitions last year it has won 8 Awards for Best Screenplay and placed in 30 competitions.

JOHN BELLANY

by Peter Fuller

The John Bellany portrait of Peter Fuller is about to go up for auction on January 21st at Lyon & Turnbull. The Bellany Estate is now represented by Flowers Gallery. Below is Peter Fuller’s article on Bellany.

The John Bellany portrait of Peter Fuller is about to go up for auction on January 21st at Lyon & Turnbull. The Bellany Estate is now represented by Flowers Gallery. Below is Peter Fuller’s article on Bellany.

At forty-seven, John Bellany is emerging as the most outstanding British painter of his generation. That, at least, is the conclusion I have reached after seeing the works which he has been producing since the death of his mother in November 1989. Bellany's paintings have always been notable for their audacity and ambition, but these new works reveal an achievement commensurate with those high aims.

Inevitably, the themes of these paintings are often harrowing. Some concern themselves with the skull which waits to expose itself from beneath the veil of even the most lovely flesh. And yet the sheer radiance of Bellany's colours and the exuberance of his brush-work transform what might have been a requiem into a paean. In the presence of his mother's death, he comes to celebrate the life which she gave him, and in so doing, has produced some of his most moving and memorable paintings.

John Bellany was born in Port Seton, in Scotland, in 1942. His father and both his grandfathers were fishermen. His family, and indeed the whole community in which he grew up, was steeped in dour Calvinism - with its unrelenting emphasis upon toil, sin and the depravity of fallen man. When he was eighteen, Bellany went to study at Edinburgh College of Art. There he and his friends Alexander Moffat and Alan Bold came under the influence of Hugh MacDiarmid, poet and drinker, author of A Drunk Man Looks at the Thistle.

MacDiarmid believed in the renaissance and replenishment of Scottish national culture. He dreamed that Scotland might once again make a contribution to European high culture - on its own uniquely Scottish terms. Such ideas influenced the way in which Bellany thought of himself as a painter. Although he came to respect the teaching of drawing he received at the Edinburgh School of Arts, he rejected what he considered to be the effeteness and parochialism of the still-prevalent traditions of the Scottish Colourists. MacDiarmid's well-known lines - 'I will have nothing interposed / Between my sensitiveness and the barren but beautiful reality' - might have been his motto. Bellany began to look for inspiration in the grand masters of European Realism - Velasquez, Goya, and Courbet. He became a frequent visitor to the Scottish National Gallery, being shaken and challenged by the realisation that Velasquez was only nineteen when he painted his great picture, An Old Woman Frying Eggs.

Beckmann became a major influence after Bellany saw an exhibition of his work at the Tate Gallery in 1963. Beckmann's pictures encouraged Bellany in his realisation that ambitious, contemporary realist painting of the kind to which he aspired could transcend the limitations of naturalism through drawing upon a world of potent symbols. All these influences were galvanised when, together with Moffat and Bold, Bellany visited East Germany in 1967. There he saw not only Dresden, Weimar and East Berlin, but also Buchenwald. This visit changed Bellany's painting. For him, Buchenwald became more than the site of an historic holocaust. The concentration camp re-emerges in his paintings as a symbol of humanity fallen irredeemably from a state of grace into desolation, cruel degradation and death.

From the mid-1960s onwards, Bellany's art began to depend more and more on an evocative and shifting cast of symbols - strange, palpable ancestral presences, whose 'meanings' could never be easily or definitively translated into words. Is it, I wonder, mere foolishness on my part to recall that, unique among Protestants, the Calvinists emphasise that the sacraments are much more than simple signs, being rather symbols which are permeated with the real presence of the body and blood of Christ? Certainly the most ambitious picture of this period is the vast Gothic triptych, Homage to John Knox, which consciously evokes the claustrophobia of Port Seton's Calvinism.

In this painting, Beckmannesque imagery merges into memories of Port Seton's fish and fishermen and recollections of the anguish of Buchenwald. For much of the 1970s, Bellany's familiar iconography evoked ships of fools, and feasts of fate in which perception, memory, imagination, history and references to the great masterpieces of the past merged and mingled indistinguishably. I can think of very few contemporary painters who work in a comparable way. Indeed, the only one whose methods seem to me to be remotely comparable is the Australian artist, Arthur Boyd.

Bellany's iconography has been much discussed, with the religious, psychological, sexual and historic resonances of his imagery providing endless food for speculation. Bellany himself refuses to talk about the meanings of specific symbols as he does not wish to tie his pictures down to particular verbal interpretations. He prefers to confront the viewer with something visually engaging and open-ended.

But we should not neglect the other level at which symbolism operates in his paintings: that is through the forms and colours themselves. The way in which Bellany's paintings are actually painted is an inseparable part of their content. Bellany can represent the self-same image - say, a bloody skate or a fishheaded man - in a score of different ways. Sometimes, it may appear almost naturalistic, at others engulfed in a frenzy of expressionistic brush-strokes; or yet again, frozen in the bizarre and stifling stillness of psychotic detachment. The way in which the paint is put down contributes as much to the diverse 'meanings' of Bellany's paintings as the changing imagery itself.

This struck me forcefully when I reviewed Bellany's exhibition held in Birmingham in 1983. At that time, I was not greatly impressed by what were then Bellany's most recent pictures, works like Confrontation and Time Will Tell. It seemed to me that, in such works, Bellany's vision was becoming lost in what I called an 'indulgent melange' of loose brush-strokes. I argued that Bellany was in danger of simply discharging inchoate emotions in a way which denied the possibility of bringing about that 'redemption through form' which is necessary to the creation of successful works of art.

I now feel that I was too dismissive of the works which Bellany produced during what were, for him, years of personal agony in the early 1980s. Certainly, when I saw a more extensive retrospective of John Bellany's work at the Serpentine Gallery in London in 1986,1 revised my opinions about some of the pictures I had previously seen in Birmingham. The Gambler, in particular, struck me as a painting which was not only raw and loosely painted, but vivid and compelling - and, in its own way, entirely successful. The Gambler shows a hideous woman with a grotesque head almost like an inflated scrotum, or swollen fish-head, attached to her skull; her haggard breast is bare. She is seated alone at a table, playing cards. What makes the picture truly shocking is that this terrible image has its own undeniable beauty. The handling is so loose that, in parts, it borders on the slapdash, and yet it never goes over the edge. I doubt whether Bellany could have conveyed the feelings he wished to communicate through this painting in any other way. Image, symbols and brush-strokes all convey the idea of life on the brink, teetering close to that moment of loss from which there is no return, yet never quite succumbing to it. The image coalesces with frightening clarity out of the maelstrom of brush-strokes: the old hag has nothing but aces in front of her.

The circumstances of Bellany's life at the time he painted this picture are now well enough known. His first marriage, to Helen, had ended in separation. He married his second wife, Juliet, in 1979, but she suffered from an illness which affected her mind as well as her body. Bellany himself sought solace in drink. In 1984, the nadir of his fortunes, he became seriously ill and was hospitalised. The following year was marked by the deaths of his father and of Juliet. 

Bellany's resurrection as both a man and a painter from this low point in his life has been remarkable. He managed to stop drinking and rediscovered his love for his first wife, Helen. They got married again. His work became much more controlled and precise. At times it seemed that his strange birds and fishes looked almost too much on their best behaviour. The versions of Russian roulette he played with his paint brushes began to disappear, but his life still hung in the balance.

The huge picture, The Presentation of Time (Homage to Rubens), which Bellany painted in 1987, is a testimony to the continuing scale of his ambitions and the tenuous hold he had upon life at that time. In this complex painting, which still hangs in the artist's studio, he depicts himself seated, anxiously, at the head of a banqueting table, next to Helen, while Salome offers him a clock upon a platter. A herring gull overlooks the scene with the morbid menace of a vulture.

It was remarkable that Bellany could have painted on such a heroic scale given his physical condition. Even so, the mood of this picture is one of unrelieved apprehension. In 1988 that changed. Bellany was again admitted to hospital and Sir Roy Caine successfully conducted a liver transplant. Bellany realised, ecstatically, that he had been given a second chance at life. 'The day he came out of the intensive care unit,' Caine has written, 'he asked not for analgesics but for paper and paint.'

I am sure that when the dust has settled on the recent history of British painting, the oils and water-colours which Bellany produced as he recovered from his operation will come to be seen as among the most enduring works to be produced in England in the 1980s. They are an extraordinary testimony. It is not an exaggeration to say that paintings like The Patient II and Bonjour, Professor Caine show the victory of life over death. As always with Bellany, this is not just a question of the imagery and symbols used, but of the way the pictures are painted. A new, glowing lightness enters into Bellany's palette; colour itself becomes the symbol of a life snatched back from the grey silence of the grave. (Perhaps those teachers in the Scottish Colourist tradition whom he had shunned as a student had taught him something after all.) His brush-strokes now show neither the frenzy of the pictures of the early 1980s nor the meticulous stasis of those painted in the middle of the decade. They flower into a confident exuberance which is not so much life-enhancing as life-proclaiming.

The paintings Bellany produced in the early months of 1990 strike me as even more powerful than those he painted immediately in the wake of his transplant. His mother's death unleashed in him a hymn of praise for the life which he still possessed. There is nothing sentimental in this vision. Indeed, some of the paintings, like those which deal with the familiar theme of Salome's dance, have subject matter which is in some respects even more grotesque than that offered in The Gambler. While Bellany never seduces us into feeling that death has lost its sting, the imagery of his Ancestor paintings seems to emphasise the continuity of life, passing on from one generation to the next. The shimmering beauties of these pictures celebrate the abundant potentialities of that life.

1990

MODERN ART: The Necessity Of Art Education by Laurence Fuller

MODERN ART chronicles a life-long rivalry between two mavericks of the London art world instigated by the rebellious art critic Peter Fuller, as he cuts his path from the swinging sixties through the collapse of modern art in Thatcher-era Britain, escalating to a crescendo that reveals the purpose of beauty and the preciousness of life. This Award Winning screenplay was adapted from Peter’s writings by his son.

In September 2020 MODERN ART won Best Adapted Screenplay at Burbank International Film Festival - an incredible honor to have Shane Black one of the most successful screenwriters of all time, present me with this award: 

As well as Best Screenplay Award at Bristol Independent Film Festival - 1st Place at Page Turner Screenplay Awards: Adaptation and selected to participate in ScreenCraft Drama, Script Summit, and Scriptation Showcase. These new wins add to our list of 25 competition placements so far this year, with the majority being Finalist or higher. See the full list here: MODERN ART

THE NECESSITY OF ART EDUCATION

by Peter Fuller, 1981

This paper was first given in Newcastle-upon-Tyne Polytechnic in January, 1981, when I was Critic-in-Residence there. Subsequent versions of it were also delivered at the Ruskin School of Drawing in Oxford—and at the National Association of Teachers in Further and Higher Education’s Conference, in London, in February 1982. Newcastle University (as opposed to the Polytechnic) was an important centre for the development of the ‘Basic Design’ theories here criticized. When published in Art Monthly this text produced an intemperate response from one of the principal Newcastle ‘Basic Design’ protagonists—Richard Hamilton. I have not felt it necessary to amend my remarks in any way following Hamilton’s intervention.

I have no need to remind anyone involved in education that we live in an era of rabid governmental cut-backs. Unfortunately, there are those in this situation who look upon art education as a sort of optional icing, or even a disposable cherry, on the top of a shrinking cake. Government education cuts have fallen disproportionately upon the art schools: the future of art education in this country is politically vulnerable in a way in which, say, the education of chemical engineers is not.

Peter Fuller

Peter Fuller

I want to begin by saying that I am an unequivocal defender of art education in general and of Fine Art courses in higher education in particular. I do not make this defence so much in the name of art as in that of society. I believe that ‘the aesthetic dimension’ is a vital aspect of social life: our society is aesthetically sick; without the art schools it would be, effectively, aesthetically moribund.

What do I mean by an aesthetically healthy society? The anthropologist, Margaret Mead, once noted that in Bali the arts were a prime aspect of behaviour for all Balinese. ‘Literally everyone makes some contribution to the arts,’ she wrote, ‘ranging from dance and music to carving and painting.’ This, of course, did not mean that the arts were reduced to the lowest common denominator, or anything of that sort. As Mead puts it, ‘an examination of artistic products from Bali shows a wide range of skill and aesthetic qualities in artistic production.’

If Mead’s account is correct, I would certainly be prepared to say that the Balinese lived in an aesthetically healthy culture: that is one in which individual expression (in all the manifold imaginative and technical variations of each of its specific instances) can be freely realized, through definite, material skills, within a shared symbolic framework. This surely is what Ruskin and Morris were getting at when they contrasted Gothic with Victorian culture. Basically, I find myself in agreement with Graham Hough when he points out in his book, The Last Romantics, that, in the nineteenth century, a spreading bourgeois and industrial society left less and iess room for the arts. As Hough puts it, the arts ‘no longer had any place in the social organism.’

Once, the term ‘art’ had referred to almost any skill; but as so much human work was stripped of its aesthetic dimension, ‘Art’ with a capital ‘A’ increasingly became the pursuit of a few special individuals of imagination and ‘genius’, a breed set apart: ‘Artists’. Of course, high hopes were invested in the new means of production and reproduction—from the mechaniza­tion of architectural ornament, to photography, mass printing, and eventually television and holography. But these things did not even begin to fill that hole in human experience and potentiality which opened up with the erosion of ‘the aesthetic dimension’ and its retraction from social life.

Portrait of Peter Fuller by Maggi Hambling

Portrait of Peter Fuller by Maggi Hambling

And so the art education system today is not just the most extensive form of patronage for the living arts in this country: it is the soil without which the arts would just not be able to survive at all. I would go so far as to say that the primary task of the art schools in general, and of Fine Art courses in particular, should be to hold open this residual space for ‘the aesthetic dimension’. In one sense, this is a conservative function—like preserving the forests, or protecting whales. But in another it is profoundly radical: it involves the affirmation that a significant dimension of human experience is endangered in the present, but could come to life again in the future, and once more become a vital element in social life. In other words—and this really is at the root of all the problems in art education—it is the destiny of the art schools, if they are successful, to stand as an indictment of that form of society in which they exist and upon whose governments they are dependent for all their resources.

In such a situation, of course, it is inevitable that art education should be fraught with contradictions and conflicts about its aims and functions. Although the battle lines are rarely clearly drawn, the underlying struggles are usually pretty much the same: they are between those who are basically ‘collaborationist’ in outlook towards the existing culture, and those who perceive that the pursuit of ‘the aesthetic dimension’ involves a rupture with, and refusal of, the means of production and reproduction peculiar to that culture. This may sound a bit complicated, so let me give you a specific example: some of you may have read in the press some months ago about the battles at the Royal College of Art in London. Basically, these were about the ‘usefulness’ of painting and sculpture as taught in the Fine Art Faculty.

Richard Guyatt, who was then the rector, wanted the College to become a servant of industry. Guyatt had a background in advertising and the Graphic Arts: indeed, he was personally responsible for such triumphs of modern design as the Silver Jubilee stamps, the Anchor Butter wrapper, and a commemorative coin for the Queen Mother, issued in 1980. Predictably, when Guyatt was subjected to pressures from the Department of Education and Science, he responded by trying to drive the College along in a commercial, design orientated direction. As The Guardian commented, one question under debate was ‘whether scarce resources formerly offered to scruffy painters and sculptors should be switched to designers who might make some concrete contribution to Britain’s export drive.’

Inevitably, Guyatt clashed heavily with Peter De Francia, Professor of Painting, who clearly thought that it was preferable to teach students to create a ‘new reality’ within the illusory space of a picture, rather than to encourage them to design coins so ugly that consumers would want to get rid of them quickly in return for the slippery delights of New Zealand dairy products, or whatever. The battle was long and hard fought. Fortunately, given the support of his students, De Francia was able to win in the end: he remains as Professor of Painting, whereas Guyatt is no longer rector. But I have not brought this up as an example of academic intrigue: the Royal College affair was symptomatic of that struggle which has constantly to be waged against the anaesthetizing encroach­ments of the cultural collaborationists, even within the art schools themselves.

Of course, it is not often that the values of a major painter are so starkly pitted against those of a designer of coinage and butter-wrappers. In this situation, I think that most people who are involved, in any way, with the Fine Arts would have little doubt about where we stood. But, of course, it is not always as simple as that, and a major problem in recent years has been the betrayal of the ‘aesthetic dimension’ within Fine Art courses themselves. Indeed, I do not think that it is just a matter of protecting and conserving Fine Art courses against the Guyatt’s of this world, but rather one of reforming and rebuilding them, above all of undoing some of the damage that has been done, especially since the last war.

You could, I think, see something of this damage in a recent exhibition ‘A Continuing Process: The New Creativity in British Art Education, 1955-65’, which told the story of the establishment of the so-called ‘basic design’ courses, for Fine Art students, and of the way in which they proliferated until they became, effectively, the orthodoxy for a higher education in art. ‘Basic design’ was pioneered at the University in Newcastle by Victor Pasmore and Richard Hamilton, and elsewhere, along rather different lines, by Harry Thubron and Tom Hudson.

The fundamental premises of ‘basic design’ are not easily identifiable; the various artist-teachers involved in the move­ment pursued different, and sometimes contradictory, emphases. But this much can be said with certainty: they are all united negatively. ‘Basic design’ involved a wholesale rejection of the academic methods of art education, rooted in the study of the figure and traditional ornamentation. As Dick Field has written, the watchword of the ‘basic design’ pioneers was ‘a New Art for a New Age’, and they set out to be deliberately iconoclastic towards what had become established academic methods of teaching art.

David Thistlewood, who organized the exhibition, has written that, as a result of ‘basic design’, ‘The aims and objectives underlying a post-school art education in this country have changed utterly during the past twenty-five years.’ He says that ‘Principles which seem today to be liberal, humanist and self-evidently right would have been considered anarchic, subversive and destructive as recently as the 1940s.’ He claims that what used to exist, the old academic system, was ‘devoted to conformity, to a misconceived sense of belonging to a classical tradition, to a belief that art was essentially technical skill.’ For decades before the arrival of ‘basic design’, Thistlewood complains, there had been unhealthy preoccupations with drawing and painting according to set procedures; with the use of traditional subject- matter—the Life Model, Still-Life, and the Antique—witn the ‘application’ of art in the execution of designs; and above all with the monitoring of progress by frequent examinations. But, he claims, the advent of the new methods of teaching art constituted a ‘revolution’ against all that: in its place there now exists ‘a general devotion to the principle of individual creative development.’

But was the advent of ‘basic design’ such an unmitigatedly beneficial occurrence? Far be it from me to defend the old academicism; nonetheless, I believe that British art education of the last quarter of a century has, in general, been peculiarly disastrous and the sort of thinking that went into ‘basic design’ has had a lot to do with this. It is not just that today, instead of providing an alternative to academicism, ‘basic design’ is itself a new academicism (i.e. it is just about as ‘revolutionary’ as Leonid Brezhnev!) I also believe that, from the beginning, it exerted a restrictive and finally ‘collaborationist’ influence. I think we really need to get rid of most—although not quite all—of the attitudes which it embodies if art education is to become truly healthy.

Evidently, I cannot do justice to ‘basic design’ philosophy here, but I want to draw attention to two of its most fundamental assumptions—which I believe to be wrong­headed. The first of these is the attitude to ‘Child Art’, which one finds in Pasmore and Hudson in particular, and which has had an extraordinary effect upon the way in which most art students have been taught in recent decades. To put it crudely, the ‘basic design’ view seems to be that the intuitive and imaginative faculties of the child are repressed by culture, and the primary function of art education of adolescents should be to restore that earlier pristine state. Thus the spontaneous and intuitive productions of the child are often supposed to be paradigms of human creativity. All art is assumed to aspire to the condition of infantilism.

I have to be careful here because I believe that enormous gains were made through the recognition of a ‘natural’ potentiality for creativity in all children. As a result of the ‘Child Art’ movement, which began in the nineteenth century and gathered pace throughout the first half of the twentieth, art slowly came to play an integral part in nursery, primary and secondary school education. The ‘Child Art’ movement underlined the fact that learning was not just a matter of the acquisition of knowledge and functional skills: creative living also involved the development of imaginative, intuitive and affective faculties of the kind which play such a conspicuous part in the making of art. And so this movement stressed the fact that the capacity for creative work is an innate, biologically given, potentiality of every human being, of whatever age, class, culture, or condition. This affirmation seems to me to have an importance extending far beyond its immediate applications in nursery, primary, and secondary school educa­tion. Nonetheless, there is a great gulf between the acknow­ledgement of the child’s capacity for creativity, and describing that creativity as some kind of exemplar, or epitome, for adult art.

Indeed, I have been forced to the conclusion that, healthy as the ‘Child Art’ movement may have been, in itself, it was also symptomatic of a profound cultural loss: that is the loss of what I have called the ‘aesthetic dimension’ in adult, social life, of the space for imaginative and fully creative work among those who are no longer children. Surely, in an aesthetically healthy society, the capacity for creative work should develop continuously from the spontaneously individualistic self- expressions of the child (shaped by the proccesses of psycho- biological growth and development) into more complex, meaningful, and fully social (but no less creative) productions of the adult. I came to realize that we have tended to fetishize ‘Child Art’ to such a degree only because aesthetic creativity is so rare in our society at other developmental stages.

To put it another way: I suggested earlier that Bali was an ‘aesthetically healthy’ society. In what sense could a Balinese painter recognize an infant’s immature aesthetic activities as any kind of model for his own? Think, too, of those forms of aesthetic creativity manifest in, say, Amerindian rugs, the Parthenon frieze, Islamic tiles, or those magnificent carvings of leaves which cluster round the tops of the Gothic pillars in the Chapter House of Southwell Minster. Such forms of art do not seem to me, in any way, to contradict the growth of ‘individual creative development’; but, in such instances, that develop­ment has been allowed to mature, to rise beyond and above the infantile, through an adult, social, aesthetic practice.

Even when such practices were driven out of the everyday fabric of life and work, painting and sculpture permitted the creation of a new and definite reality within the existing one, an illusory, re-constituted world within which the aesthetic dimension could survive, mature, and truly develop. Again, as soon as we ask in what sense ‘Child Art’ could have provided an exemplar for, say, Michelangelo, Poussin, Vermeer, or Bonnard, we begin to realize that the celebration of ‘Child Art’ may have reflected an extension of human experience in one direction, but it also revealed its diminution in another.

So one of my quarrels with recent art education in general and with ‘basic design’ in particular is that by venerating ‘Child Art’ as the paradigm of human creativity and expressive activity, they have not, as they claim, served the cause of ‘individual creative development.’ Rather, they have simply institutionalized the fact that we live in the sort of society in which such development tends to be arrested at the infantile level: i.e. everyone engages in the arts in our society, but only up until the age of about thirteen. In my view, higher education in the Fine Arts should involve the search for ways of breaking out of this aesthetic retardation rather than the celebration of it. The child may paint solely through bold, impulsive gestures, covering his surface in a matter of seconds: but that, to my mind, is no good reason why art students up and down the country should seek to imitate him.

Richard Hamilton

Richard Hamilton

But I think that ‘basic design’ type teaching reflects the aesthetic retardation of our culture in another way, too. What I have in mind here is manifest in, say, Richard Hamilton’s contempt for the traditional art and craft practices, his obsession with consumer gadgetry and functional machinery, and his preoccupation with what he calls ‘the media landscape’ —that is with such things as advertising, fashion magazines, pulp literature, television, photography and so forth, which he thinks have replaced nature as the raw material for the attention of the serious artist. More generally, much recent art teaching has tended to foster the view that in order to be a Fine Artist today, some sort of radical accommodation with the mass media—that is with what I call the ‘mega-visual tradition’—is necessary. For Hamilton was not just the Daddy of Pop: he was also the Grandaddy of all those who believe that Fine Art practices should be displaced, or at least deeply penetrated, by such things as ‘Media Studies’, video-tape, and so on, and so forth.

I said earlier that, despite claiming to be concerned with ‘individual creative development’, ‘basic design’ type teaching just institutionalized the retardation of such development, which is so typical of our culture, and I think that Hamilton’s uncritical preoccupation with these non-Fine Art media proves my point. For the proliferation of these media seems to me to be one of the major reasons why infant creativity within our culture so rarely flowers into an adult aesthetic practice. These forms of mechanical production and reproduction of imagery are fundamentally anaesthetic: they do not allow for that ‘joy in labour’, that expression of individuality within collectivity through imaginative and physical work upon materials, within a shared and significant symbolic framework, which is characteristic of aesthetically healthy societies—like Bali, as described by Margaret Mead, or Ruskin’s idealization of ‘Gothic’. Indeed, that ‘mega-visual’ tradition, and those mechanical processes, which Hamilton celebrated are a major reason why ‘individual creative development’ tends to be so inhibited. But instead of challenging the aesthetic crisis, and proposing alternatives to it, the new art education simply mirrored it, encouraging the art student either to regress to an infantile aesthetic level, or to immerse himself in the anaesthetic practices of the prevailing culture. Behind this basic contradic­tion it is not difficult to detect the ghost of Bauhaus, the last movement within modernism which enshrined the belief that individual creativity was fully compatible with the methods of mass-mechanical production. I believe this to be nonsense: it is a simple historical fact that Bauhaus regressed, in its design practices, into the dullest of dull functionalisms—with appalling effects on the whole modernist tradition in architec­ture and design. I think we may have to accept that William Morris was right; machines may be useful to us for all sorts of things. They are, however, fundamentally incompatible with true aesthetic production.

I think the point I am making about the way in which ‘basic design’ type teaching internalizes this aesthetic crisis in our culture is clearly visible if you look at the development of its two principal Newcastle proponents, Victor Pasmore and Richard Hamilton, as artists: ‘A tree is known by its fruit.’

In my view, Pasmore’s art has regressed steadily since the late 1940s, when he began to apply the kind of principles in his own art which he later inflicted upon his students. I have no doubts about my judgement that his painting of a nude woman, The Studio of Ingres, which he made in 1945-7, is far better than anything that came later: it was made when Pasmore was still under the influence of the ‘objective’ methods of the Euston Road School. I was shocked by the regression from this level of work to the blobs and daubs of Pasmore’s recent work, in his recent retrospective. I really could see no qualities in many of these works at all; indeed, they looked precisely like the offerings of someone who had been seduced by the paradigm of Child Art, and pursued it in a literalist way. Pasmore’s amoeba-like forms, and his barely controlled techniques, like running paint over tilted surfaces, splattering, fuzzing and so forth, remind one—if you will forgive the expression—of the work of a grown-up baby.

Hamilton took the other route. With his bug-eyed monsters from film-land, his quasi photographic techniques, and his modified fashion-plates, he began to offer little more than parasitic variations of ‘mega-visual’ images. All the awkward promise, and half-formed sensitivity of his early pencil drawings vanished into slick, collaborationist practice. I have a lot more respect for Guyatt’s coinage and butter-labels, than for Hamilton’s recent adaptations of Andrex toilet tissue advertisements: although neither have any grasp of the ‘aesthetic dimension’, at least what Guyatt does has some sort of social use.

However, I do not just wish to criticize two individuals. Over the last decade, I have been into art schools all over the country, and (until recently at least) I noticed how frequently the work done divided into two, for me, almost equally unsatisfactory categories. On the one hand there were the slurpy, ‘gestural’ abstractionists, and on the other what I would characterize as ‘media-studies’ styled modernists. I have tried to show you how these two approaches seem to me to be just two sides of the same rather debased art-educational coin, which deprives art students of those real, material skills through which their creativity might develop into something more than that of the child’s, and other than that of the sterile forms of the ‘mega-visual’ tradition.

Maurice de Sausmarez, a spokesman for the ‘basic design’ approach, has said that the new art education set out to teach ‘an attitude of mind, not a method’. This view, unfortunately, gained official sanction when the 1970 Coldstream report on art education declared that studies in Fine Art should not be too closely related to painting and sculpture, because the Fine Arts ‘derive from an attitude which may be expressed in many ways.’ There is, however, an enormous gap between an attitude in the mind, and the realization of a great painting: and I do not, myself, think that it is possible to teach art except through definite material practices in which the student is encouraged to achieve mastery.

In 1973, Charles Madge and Barbara Weinberger, two sociologists, published a book, Art Students Observed, which was in effect a study of the way in which the new art education was working out in practice. They reported that ‘half the tutors and approaching two-thirds of the students of certain art colleges agreed with the proposition that art cannot be taught.’ Understandably, the authors then asked, ‘In what sense, then, are tutors tutors, the students students, and colleges colleges? What, if any, definitionally valid educational processes take place on Pre-Diploma and Diploma courses?’ There can be few involved in art education who have not asked themselves these questions at some time or other. The authors reported, that nearly all tutors ‘rejected former academic criteria and modalities in art’, but none had any others to put in their place.

My own view is that it is quite useless to go on teaching this peculiar mixture of infantilism, media studies, and Fine Art ‘attitudes’ in post-school art education. Of course, I believe that a relatively unstructured situation is healthiest for young children, making their first tentative explorations into drawing and painting. (In such cases, the structuring comes from innate developmental tendencies, rather than from ‘culture’.) None­theless, it is at least worth pointing out that many infant art teachers are now beginning to argue in favour of a more ‘directed’ approach much earlier than has been fashionable in recent decades, and to look again at the creative value of practices like copying, which were once abhorred as being completely sterile.

I believe that, by the time the student reaches post-school level, he or she simply cannot develop creatively without the acquisition of culturally given skills. That is why Fine Art education should be based much more firmly and unequivocally than it is at present in the study of painting and sculpture. Imagination and intuition are indeed essential to the creation of good art; but these faculties are impervious to instruction. There are, however, many others integral to the creation of good art which can be taught. Drawing is, of course, the most significant of these: and, rather than ‘the Fine Art attitude’, I would like to see drawing of natural forms, especially the human figure, reinstated as the core of an adult education in Fine Art.

Of course, as soon as one mentions the figure, those who have been brought up within the ideology of the new art education raise the bogey of ‘academicism’. But this ignores a well-established tradition of anti-academic figure drawing in this country which, for my money, has produced far more impressive results as an educational method than ‘basic design’, or anything resembling it. I am referring to that tradition which emerged in the Slade at the end of the last century, under the influence of that great teacher, Henry Tonks. Tonks saw that there was nothing wrong with learning to draw from the figure, as such, although there was everything wrong with the stereotyped togas, and mannerist pretensions in which the traditional academics swathed this practice. Tonks held that drawing should always be both poetical and objective, but he recognized that only the objective part could be taught. Before becoming an art teacher, Tonks had practised as a surgeon: he denied there was such a thing as outline, and stressed the structural aspects of the figure. If you mastered the direction of bones, Tonks taught, you had mastered contour, too. Tonks certainly taught a method, and not just an attitude of mind. He wanted students to spend all day, every day, in the life room. Now according to today’s art educational theorists, he ought thereby to have strangled any conceivable talent that came his way. But he didn’t. Those pupils interested in the ‘objective’ aspect of painting certainly thrived under his influence: William Coldstream, himself a doctor’s son, went on to elaborate his own clinically ‘factual’ system of figure painting. But those drawn towards the ‘poetical’ dimension often flourished, too. Thus Stanley Spencer—than whom few can be considered more imaginative —learned what he needed to realize his great compositions in Tonks’ life room, too. Similarly, Bomberg, who laid an almost equal emphasis on imaginative transformation and empirical exactitude in his pursuit of ‘the spirit in the mass’, benefited from Tonks’ rigorously methodical approach . . . And then there were Bomberg’s pupils, painters like Frank Auerbach, Leon Kossoff, and Denis Creffield, all of whom show a similar respect for the empirical and imaginative dimensions, and also for the specific traditions and potentialities of their chosen medium: painting. Work of this calibre is, to me, altogether more impressive and worthwhile than anything produced in the wake of latter-day Pasmore, or Hamilton.

But I do not want to be misunderstood: I am not saying that students should be shut up in the life-room all day iong and made to do ‘Tonksing’ against their will. I am however saying that what makes painting a particularly valuable and exceptional form of work is that, in it, the intuitive and imaginative faculties do not stand in opposition to the rational, analytical and methodical: rather, they can be combined together in ways which most work in our anaesthetic society disallows. This, if you like, is the excuse for painting, the reason that, when it is good, it stands as a kind of ‘promise’ for the fuller realization of human potentialities. And I am saying that precisely in order that the student can be helped to realize his individual creative potentialities to the fullest, art education must begin to concern itself with the ‘objective’ end of the expressive continuum much more than it has done in recent years.

It is nature which has somehow disappeared from recent art educational practices. I prefer a much wider view of natural form than that implicit in Tonks’ approach. There are even elements of ‘basic design’ which I would like to see preserved and extended: the most significant of these is the attention which Pasmore and Hamilton, at least in the early days, gave to the structure and growth of natural organisms—like crystals. My only objection to their approach here is that it was much too narrow: the student should be encouraged to attend to the full gamut of natural forms, beginning with the figure, and extending outwards.

Ron Kitaj

Ron Kitaj

Tonks once said that he had no idea what the body looked like to those who had not studied anatomy. I believe that before students involve themselves in the microscopy advocated (though not in fact much practised) as an element in ‘basic design’, they ought to achieve a real knowledge of the structure of the human body itself, of anatomy. It is no accident that Ron Kitaj, who is one of the best figurative artists working in this country, is also one of the very few who has actually conducted an autopsy, and worked with a cadaver. Of course, that guarantees nothing: but, equally, it remains true that neither Leonardo, nor Michelangelo, could have achieved what they did without this sort of knowledge. But I would go further than this: I believe that the practice of drawing needs to be supplemented with certain knowledges, beyond anatomy, which the present art schools simply do not teach. Why, in complementary studies, does one find so little instruction for Fine Art students in such topics as metereology, botany, geology, and zoology: in order to offer an imaginative transformation of the world in one’s work, one must first attend to that world, and above all to the visible forms through which it is constituted. But most art students grow up with an impoverished conception of reality which owes more to cigarette advertisements and sociological theory (with perhaps a dash of art history) than to empirical perception and the natural history of form. Personally, I think you would learn much more about the business of painting if you spent an hour, say, drawing quietly in a natural history museum rather than studying that ‘media landscape’ which seduced Hamilton, or ‘expressing yourself’ in abstract, like a child.

I have put a lot of emphasis on painting and sculpture. What about the ‘other media’? In an ‘aesthetically healthy’ society, the aesthetic dimension permeates throughout all work, and extends to every part of the social organism, regardless of class and condition. But we do not live in such a society: and painting and sculpture, alone, offer this promise of a new reality, realized within the existing one. That is why I think that the priority of Fine Art education should be the preservation and encouragement of these practices.

Nonetheless, I also believe that it should be part of a Fine Art education to learn about, and to practice, other aesthetic pursuits—namely those offered in the whole field of the ornamental and decorative arts. Indeed, this is where recent education has gone so wildly wrong: it has encouraged Fine Art students to engage in the anaesthetic practices of the prevailing culture, not only the sorts of things that interested Hamilton, but the whole field of video, applied photographic processes, mixed media, etc., etc. I think it would be much more valuable if they were encouraged to look at things the other way round: i.e. to think about taking fully aesthetic, creative practices out into that aesthetically sick society.

Peter Fuller

Peter Fuller

Dennis Gabor was the man who invented the new medium to end all new media, the hologram which offers a fully three- dimensional image. But he certainly did not think that he had rendered traditional aesthetic pursuits obsolete. He once wrote, ‘Modern technology has taken away from the common man the joy in the work of his skillful hands; we must give it back to him.’ Gabor went on, ‘Machines can make anything, even objects d’art with the small individual imperfections which suggest a slip of the hand, but they must not be allowed to make everything. Let them make the articles of primary necessity, and let the rest be made by hand. We must revive the artistic crafts, to produce things such as hand-cut glass, hand- painted china, Brussels lace, inlaid furniture, individual book­binding.’ These are sentiments with which I agree entirely; and there would be nowhere better to start this revolution than on Fine Art courses.

I am not, of course, suggesting that students should set off along that narrow path which leads to a potters wheel in Cornwall: a better paradigm of the sort of thing I have in mind would be say, the revival of mosaic in Newcastle, linked to an officially sponsored project to produce wall decorations for the new Metro system. The project, as I understand it, is that well- known artists will design mosaics, and that students from the Polytechnic Fine Art Department will assist in the making of them. I think that the arts schools could, and should, do much more in this sort of direction. Indeed, in short, rather than allowing Fine Art values to be assimilated by mega-visual tradition, art schools should be encouraging students to take aesthetic values out into that anaesthetic culture: otherwise, one of the most significant of all human potentialities risks being lost altogether.

1981