Thursday 25 May 2023

the walking wood xylotheque

A xylotheque is a library of wood samples, a form devised during the Enlightenment as part of the project to define nature in terms of categories and value. It allowed people to  compare the grain, colour, and density of different woods.

I previously made a xylotheque in the form of wood books, each containing a sample of a tree species from the native woodland, for the hidden gardens (Glasgow). 

This outdoor xylotheque is sheltered within a hut, built around an oak tree.

In this new version of a xylotheque, the walking wood, rather than standard rectangular samples, the artwork consists of 12 walking sticks. 

Each shaft, or shank, is made from a different native species by my long-term stick-maker collaborator Peter Redhead.

The xylotheque will consist of two permanent external displays, created with Bill Breckenridge, in which the sticks are secured vertically, in rows. 


One xylotheque will represent a Lowland wood, the other a Highland wood, with species typical of those ecologies – in this version the only crossover species is oak.

 

The artwork is gently educative and experiential. Walking sticks remind us that trees cast seeds, so they do move, and the title recalls the scene in Macbeth when “Birnam Wood comes to Dunsinane”.

 

The names of the trees will be added in English and Gaelic. 


The final artwork will be installed at the Paths for All Demonstration centre, Oatridge College, near Broxburn, where accessible seat designs and path surfaces are tested. I want the xylotheque to be model the creation of innovative public works of art to communities, to encourage them to commission similar projects, aligned with biodiversity and participative approaches. 


The wooded glen contains most of the dozen species in the xylotheque and we will plant saplings for any that we can't locate.


the wood walks 

 

oak, beech, willow

hawthorn, elder, rowan

 

(lowland)



the wood walks

 

oak, Scots pine, holly

hazel, silver birch, alder

 

(highland)

 


I've come to love the walking stick as a perfect form of poem-object, one capable of holding a poem on it's shank while still being actively used, modestly sculptural, generously supportive, ambulatory, shyly performative, and rustically poetic. 


My work as artist in residence with with Paths for All allows me to gift poem-sticks to a number of walking groups, whether as a playful talisman to share on an outing, or remembrance of a friend who has passed on. I like to think of them like a gentle revival of the Kibbo Kift movement.  





















For my work on limit, pain and chronic illness I've created a series of imaginary demo-sticks with placards added, which you can see here.


And this is an extract from an unpublished manifesto on the humble walking stick.


a walking stick has 

the vulnerability of the sapling

and the strength of the full-

grown tree trunk


walks ramble

sticks are straight 

and simple


a walking stick 

is an extension of the arm

and an imitation of the leg


sticks should be cut in the dead season

when no leaves are to be seen


a walking stick should meet your body

just above the palm


a friendly reminder –

in some cultures

walking sticks were traditionally 

decorated with the heads 

of politicians


not all sticks swagger


knobbles add character to a stick

as wrinkles do to the walker


Before the sticks become static objects, in the public artwork, we thought we should took them for a walk in the woodlands they are dedicated to. They were walked by groups around Scotland, and Sam MacDiarmid took photos of two of the events, a walk up Barr Mor, at Taynish NNR (with Argyll Live and Tamara Colchester of plant listening), and a walk the Nethy Bridge Paths for All Health Walk, in Dell Wood, (also with Tamara).


Tamara noticed the subtle ways in which the sticks seemed to give people confidence and a more settled stance, as if attuning them to nature.








 


Thursday 18 October 2007

Seduced: Art and Sex from Antiquity to Now

12 October 2007 - 27 January 2008
Barbican Art Gallery

This is a large, well curated, historical show. Works hang together beautifully, especially within the awkward open-plan, double-height central room. The content hits all relevant chronological peeks (Greek, Roman, Victorian, etc.) and expected geographic range (Europe, Japan, China, India). Michelangelo’s drawings are a real treat.

I’m cynical towards exhibitions about sex; their popularity purely as spectacle almost guarantees success, especially when they’re as widely publicised as this and open the day before Frieze. And much of the contextual information is about how this work was viewed. Art’s relationship with pornography, rather than with sex, seems the stronger theme throughout.


Iain Pate

Wednesday 12 September 2007

Burma Inside Out: Htein Lin at Asia House, 63 New Cavendish Street, London

Htein Lin is a performance artist and pro-democracy activist who was imprisoned by the military junta 1998-2004. In jail, he began to paint on bed sheets using found materials. The images reflect life inside, Buddhist traditions, hopes and dreams. It's fascinating to see his technique develop, from folk art into a powerful and expressive mature style, using objects to print repeat patterns,for example bodies contorted in the mandatory sitting position for inspection. It's all interesting and powerful, and the best are brilliant [till October 13 2007].

Monday 3 September 2007

THE HOURS: Visual Art of Contemporary Latin America

21 June-2 Sept. 2007
Museum of Contemporary Art, Sydney, Australia
It's both a sad day when George Bush Jr. rolls into town as he visits Sydney in September under the APEC SUMMIT banner...the city is shut down, commuters and citizens are denied their right to go about their daily business - to work, meet their mates and protest against an illegally elected cowboy so detached from the people he need half the Australian army to protect him.... and it's a happy day as a huge banner flaps in the harbour breeze from Sydney's landmark Museum of Contemporary Art. The face depicted in that staple of Latino diets - beans - is of Che Guevara; iconic figure of Cuban revolution, the most hated figure in America next to Fidel Castro and adorner of walls in many a student flat.

Alas the exhibition closes just before Airforce 1 lands at Kingsford Smith Airport so Mr. President won't feel like he's landed in some leftist dictatorship but the image of Che - even rendered in beans - will remain a more powerful icon than the Texan oilman and his class A habits.

Sunday 26 August 2007

Matisse to Freud: a critic's choice

(Shipley Gallery, Gateshead to Sunday 2 September)
This Hayward touring exhibition of highlights from the bequest that Alexander Walker (Evening Standard cinema critic) left to British Museum is probably the best show to have hit Tyneside in months, but sadly remains a closely guarded secret. Prints and drawings cover the range of C20th artists and formerly filled every inch of Walker's London flat. For me, the highlights were the small sea and stars woodcuts by Vija Celmins but there's more than a hundred excellent works from the famous and not so famous here. It all goes to prove that Walker had better taste in art than he did in films. One not to be missed.

Thursday 16 August 2007

Antony Gormley, Blind Light

Hayward Gallery
London, UK
17 May - 19 August 2007
www.southbankcentre.co.uk/gormley/

The show’s title work is a large, free standing, fogged glass room, in which visitors stumble around with arms outstretched. The experience inside is phenomenal; people appear and disappear into white haze at arms length and the stillness of sound is incredible. I just wish someone other than Gormley had made it.

The rest of the show is littered with the usual ‘body as vessel’ objects. The most effective are sited on rooftops across central London facing Hayward, seen from the gallery viewing platforms. They're threatening, more fitting to an episode of Dr. Who. Perhaps that’s a plus point.

Iain Pate

documenta / munster 2007

documenta / munster 2007
thread runs through
garden carpets on the walls
hokusai’s woodcut, rain’s barcode
agnes martin’s dim lit river, untroubled
nasreen mohamedi, troubled
fragmenting lined diary
‘home, war begins / home, black out continues’
taught mark
wallinger’s 4km high wire
over roads and lake
mike kelly’s lick salt lick
petting zoo
jerry deller’s allot-
ment bread seed, is one enough?
red poppies in the hot square
mary kelly’s greenhouse notes
jo spence’s chinese medicine
cancer regime & touching thanks
for help with the lamination
harvey keitel’s jowls in james coleman’s film
the tiny feet of Zal, persian prince, miniature
alec finlay

Tuesday 14 August 2007

Richard Long: Walking and Marking

Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art
Edinburgh, UK
30th June to 21st October 2007
www.nationalgalleries.org

33 years after his first SNGMA show, Long is back, and this time he's muddy. The work ranges from River Avon Rainbow (1969) to mud prints on artefacts (2007). The interventions in different global locations don't work: they feel like an imposition, the photographs seeming irredeemably seventies. The mud drawings are fine, and the text pieces from walks are as satisfying as always (despite mixing serif and sans serif fonts). Best by far is the Stone Line. It's hard not to compare this show with Goldsworthy at YSP, Long seems more insubstantial, less respectful of the nature he draws on.

Wednesday 25 July 2007

Shadowed Spaces

Sean Meehan, Tamio Shiraishi, Ikuro Takahashi, Denis Wood
Newcastle upon Tyne, UK
12th July 2007
www.arika.org.uk

Using the Situationists International’s ‘derive’ as backdrop, Shadowed Spaces is a walking tour through the city’s lesser known public/private spaces, with improvised performances from Sean Meehan, Tamio Shiraishi and Ikuro Takahashi, and an oral history of psychogeography from Denis Wood.

The music is variously harsh and shocking, sensitive and melancholy, but always connected and resonant with the spaces. There are slightly unfair grumbles about the length of Woods’ talk, delivered, fittingly, in a cold, concrete non-space but the final improvisation, with over a hundred rape alarms, leaves the crowd satisfied. It goes entirely unnoticed by the rest of the city.

Iain Pate