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Virtue or reality: defending the white saviour

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Last Monday, MP for Tottenham David Lammy was being berated on Twitter as the cause of cold tea, overboiled eggs, and an £8 million drop in donations to Comic Relief. Such was the fallout from his highly publicised spat with ‘Strictly’ darling Stacey Dooley. Lammy had accused Dooley’s appeal, and the accompanying Instagram shots posing with doe-eyed African toddlers, of sending “a distorted image of Africa which perpetuates an old idea from a the colonial era”. Everyone from the Daily Mail to the founder of Wikipedia sprang to defend both Comic Relief and the Great British Public; even the Guardian ran the entreating headline, “Can’t we finally accept that some ‘white saviours’ really want to help?”

The irony of this torrent of righteous indignation was lost on the alleged ‘white saviours’ and their supporters, whose personal affront grew to eclipse both their charitable endeavours, and the opinion of the politician who had criticised their depiction of his fellow black people.

Lammy was demonised for raising the very issue that Comic Relief had acknowledged, and vowed to correct, in 2018. CEO Liz Warner responded to accusations of ‘poverty tourism’ in a Guardian article entitled ‘Comic Relief to ditch white saviour stereotype appeals’, vowing that “you won’t see a celebrity standing in front of people talking about them… you’ll see people talking for themselves.” Yet Lammy’s comments on the unresolved nature of this problem were framed as “egotistical posturing” and “manufactured indignation” – charges surely more applicable to the chorus of reproach that tried, in all seriousness, to blame him for £8m worth of public tightfistedness.

This is not to say that his stance is without flaws. Writing in the Spectator, Remi Adekoya acknowledged the negative perceptions of black people encouraged by such appeals, and the issue for black people in the west of association with “a poor and unsuccessful continent”. While these portrayals can also sustain a racist-colonialist narrative of an Africa incapable of self-governance, Adekoya argues that these issues are secondary to the fact that the poverty broadcast to the world is real, concluding that “(this) suffering is more important than my image.”

The issues raised by the debate are pertinent to attitudes about charity both at Oxford and for individuals. Social media, and a fairly left-leaning student environment, have made it easier than ever to engage with voluntary organisations online. This is, of course, to be welcomed, enabling donations and increasing awareness in a manner unimaginable before the internet; nonetheless, it has also led to the rise of altruism as accessory. With one click, a well-meaning Facebook user can announce to their whole news feed that they are ‘going’ to a protest or fundraising event, whether or not they actually attend. They can share a video or donation link, which will ornament their profile and receive likes from their friends. These gestures not only provide a false sense of moral achievement, but factor into social media presence and digital reputation, in rather the same way that Ed Sheeran’s image might benefit from a jaunt to Liberia. Ricky Gervais’ 2009 sketch about faking an African appeal in a TV studio strikes an alarmingly close comparison: “Why would I go to a country that you need injections for when I can just do it here? I get the publicity, they get the cash- everyone’s a winner.”

Such unintentional virtue signalling is by no means restricted to the online realm. Student journalism brings an increased level of personal attention- and reputational gain- to the promotion of good causes. Thus, it carries the same dangers of potential complacency and self-congratulation that compromise the altruistic nature of gestures on social media. The glut of articles denouncing such matters as climate change, fascism, and the like are surely well-intentioned; however, they exist in an echo chamber, as it is hard to imagine any dissenting opinions being uttered in polite Oxford company, let alone published in the Cherwell.

Journalism and social media activity of this nature are typically motivated by a desire to bring attention to a good cause. This is a wholly admirable urge: charities cannot function without public awareness and support, but in the age of the internet, promotion of others is increasingly entwined with promotion of oneself, to the extent that it is becoming a social tool.

A charity’s ‘brand’, rather than the cause it represents, can come to dominate its public image, for example through association with particular events such as club nights. This is not to detract from the benefits of ‘grooving for a good cause’; however, it is a concrete example of how altruism is increasingly acquiring a social function. After a thinly-attended club engagement, one Pink Week organiser noted balefully that their organisation “isn’t really one of the cool charities at Oxford. We just don’t have Solidaritee’s clout.”

Even the most cynical, self-serving effort, by what the Guardian termed “egomaniacal monsters in cargo pants”, might help to raise awareness or money, which can translate into real benefit, regardless of the motivations that produced it. And celebrities are a sure-fire way of bringing in funds: Red Nose Day’s star-studded telethon format has raised over £1bn in its 30 year history, with £71m taken in 2017 alone. Ed Sheeran crooning duets with orphans of Ebola is a tear-jerking theatricality, more camera-friendly than the “local heroes and heroines” that Comic Relief had promised to foreground. It is for charity executives to decide whether depicting anonymous, skeletal children with a Hollywood voiceover, bereft of dignity and presented as a spectacle, is worth the financial benefit this approach can produce.

Netflix and Grill?

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‘Binging: It’s how we consume content now’ is a line spoken by Jake Peralta in the hit US sitcom Brooklyn 99. Hearing these words in the midst of my post-Hilary hibernation, they stuck around in my head for some reason. In hindsight, this is probably because the episode in question was the twelfth one that I’d watched in single day. As such it landed quite close to home.

A week (and 112 episodes later) I emerged from this slump and attempted to start some vac reading. As this happened, I noticed a few things: first, I was much more productive, but I also started eating more healthily and even doing some exercise. After doing a bit of research, I found that there’s quite a strong link between binge-watching, and out diets.

A recent study by Lori Spruance, a health science professor at Brigham Young University found that young people who watch up to six consecutive hours of media in one sitting are more likely to eat poorly and exercise less. Spruance’s study showed that 85% of ‘binge-watchers’ were less likely to eat fruit and vegetables less than once per day, and under 50% were found to meet daily physical activity recommendations. When evaluating the long-term implications of such habits, weight gain, cardiovascular disease and type-2 diabetes were all found to be on the cards.

Most of this information is probably unsurprising to readers. TV, as a sedentary recreational activity, encourages snacking; however, the easy pattern of clicking ‘next episode’ over and over again can often lead to a loss of self-control. This in turn is reflected in diet. 

It also might not help that ‘binging’ as a concept is so prevalent in our society. Originally associated with an excessive indulgence in eating or drinking, the fact that the term is so casually invoked by streaming services is problematic in itself. In advertising ‘binge-worthy boxsets,’ Netflix may be seen to be normalising behaviour which is by definition is associated with mental and physical health problems.

When viewed in relation to the increasing student consciousness about mental health in Oxford, the prevalence of ‘binge-culture’ may be seen to have a dramatic impact on Oxonians in particular. Lottie Seller’s article last week has already highlighted the isolating impact that Oxford’s short-terms can have on individuals, with the intense eight-week term structure effectively encouraging a culture of ‘binge-studying.’ As such, in attempting to unwind over the vacation and catch-up on TV avoided during term-time leaves Oxford students susceptible to the negative health implications of ‘binge-watching.’

As with many things, the solution suggested by experts is moderation. Spruance’s advice is, “Take breaks from binge-watching; set a limit on the number of episodes you’ll watch at once so you can incorporate healthy activities in your life too.”  Other suggestions include a replacement of unhealthy snacks with healthier ones, and an effort to undertake at least some form of daily exercise.

Ultimately, as Peralta suggests, ‘binge-culture’ is unlikely to disappear anytime soon, especially given the popularity of streaming services among young people. However, if ‘binging’ is to be done (as most of us are likely to do at some point), a greater self-consciousness of how viewing habits influence the ways we eat may help limit the lengthier set-backs to mental and physical health.  

Oxford students join “million-strong” anti-Brexit march

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A large number Oxford students attended Saturday’s “Put It To The People” march through central London demanding a second referendum on Brexit, joining what organisers claim to be upwards of a million other marchers.

One source told Cherwell that at least 50 Oxford students were on the march, although the number is difficult to verify due to the large number of separate groups that organised blocs.

Speaking to Cherwell, Our Future Our Choice Oxford President Dominic Brind said: “It was thrilling to see so many Oxford students among the million marching on parliament to demand their say. It’s become yet clearer that the government has no idea of how to sort out Brexit: that’s why it has to go back to the people.

“Most of the undergraduates at Oxford were too young to vote in 2016: among the 2 million young people across the country who have turned 18 since then, and who must have their voices heard in a People’s Vote.

“I would urge everyone to write to their MPs as we approach the final stage of Brexit to urge them to let the people have the final say on Brexit.”

Former chair of “BeLeave”, the scandal-plagued pro-Brexit campaign group for young people, Darren Grimes argued: “Of course Oxbridge students are in attendance of this Losers Vote march, I fully expect them to be in the Commons in two decades, continuing the tradition of being removed from the electorate they likely don’t deserve to represent.

“As for the attendance of young people more generally. Not all young people are pro-remain. Young people without higher education experience are no more pro-remain than older people without higher education experience. When will we give those young people a platform?”

Polling shows consistent support for remaining in the EU amongst British university students, with some showing over 70% support remaining in the transnational body.

If you have any images from the Put It To The People march which you would be happy to share with Cherwell please contact us at [email protected].

The crises of contemporary art

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When it comes to things to make fun of, contemporary art is one of the best options. With all its eccentricity, remoteness, abstraction, contemporary art is a world of chaos — are there any objective standards left? Are there even any minimum requirements still? Naturally, the ‘contemporary’ doesn’t have the golden test of time to appeal to. The audience is free to applaud or ridicule; the room for contemporary art is always the crisp and light-hearted, whispering curiosity rather than reverence.

But first, what is ‘contemporary art’? Does pop culture count — including radio station top hits, and Marvel movies? Or, does street art count? What about watercolours sold along the Seine, or the not-too-dissimilar dusty paintings of art school graduates? These are certainly contemporary; these may or may not be art; but these are not what we think of when we talk about ‘contemporary art’. Let us say, then, that contemporary art is the kind of work that makes its way into reputable museums and galleries, that gets a listing on artsy.net and an opinion piece or two in magazines. Contemporary art is a pretentious term; let’s treat it as it is.

The art scene, as such, offers us a bountiful miscellany of absurdities. From the incumbent Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) to little Shanghai galleries, I remember watching long, senseless, and (dare I say) boring videos — more often than not titled ‘Untitled’ — involving horse-headed puppets, squeaky chickens, or bleak empty landscapes; tangled objects that make me want to scream ‘what do you mean!’; and gigantic installations so peculiar that they simply scared me away. Each time the question haunts me, ‘what is art?’; each time the confusion only compounds.

One may say that art today is different from before insomuch as it has ceased trying to be beautiful. Somewhere in the twentieth-century things went wrong: Andy Warhol and his soup, Marcel Duchamp and his fountain, Andres Serrano and his Christ. Somehow, this bunch stopped trying and people started to think that not trying was cool – if you couldn’t appreciate their nonchalance, it was surely you that wasn’t sophisticated enough and you that was missing out on the essence of life. It is in response to this loss of coherence, combined with a certain arrogance associated with the ‘art persona’, that people have generally come to think that ‘art’ is now up for the grabs — and if there’s no standard, there’s no respect.

Has art ceased trying to be beautiful? Certainly not. Contemporary art, with its new mediums and new narratives, can be stunning like never before. Christo and Jeanne-Claude’s The Pont Neuf Wrapped is nothing but beautiful — the artists wrapped the bridge in yellow silken fabrics, creating an image of such vibrant smoothness that, although the project itself was intentionally temporary, even the photos can immediately evoke awe and delight. Robert Mapplethorpe’s photography, though more provocative than Pont Neuf, still expresses beauty with its tight composition, thoughtful lines and immaculate lighting. In addition, in defence of the somewhat flooded format of the video, I have to mention my all-time-favourite, Camille Henrot’s Grosse Fatigue, an ambitious narrative of human history, saturated with poetic delicacy and moving imagery.

Yet, a different and more difficult question is, has art ceased trying to be meaningful? In previous epochs, art could be about the ideal (Greek sculpture), the divine (Medieval cathedrals), heightened depictions (Dutch paintings) or realistic expressions (the Impressionists). Some would argue that, in the present century, accurate depiction as the objective of art has been effectively defenestrated. We certainly still have art about the beautiful, about the ideal, about the divine, but the majority of contemporary works, even if they are actually expressing something at the heart of human life, make no sincere effort in communicating to the audience what ‘the point’ is.

It would be hard to argue that contemporary art is friendly to its audience. From a cynical angle, it is even deliberately unfriendly, making pretentious, exclusive gestures with its empty sophistication, only for pretentious, exclusive people to cluster around it into self-select social circles — something like Luis Bunuel’s surrealist film, The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie.

But all this does not mean that art has gone down the drains. Our intuitive judgement isn’t necessarily right — perhaps after all, art is supposed to be ahead of its times, thus it ought to be somewhat despised by contemporaries. People hated the Impressionists when they first started, but now everybody loves them. Perhaps the nineteenth-century populace wondered ‘just what the heck are these dots?’ in the same way we now wonder ‘just what the heck are these metal wires?’. It’s likely not true that fewer people now care about art than before. Art was never down-to-earth; it’s supposed to alienate, then transcend, then break boundaries.

Contemporary art is no different from the old masters in how much it engages and how far (and close) it is to our lives. It is different in its scale of disorder — but that is, as ought to be for art, an accurate reflection of the human condition: the disorder of contemporary art is very much in sync with the general chaos of modernity (from exponential technological growth, to physical theories, to the political disasters of the past century). It is very different, however, in its increasingly global nature and its market implications.

I have been drawing examples from the European art tradition due to lack of confidence in commenting on other traditions. Contemporary art is a global dialogue, however, with various incorporations, transportations and fusions of historical and cultural elements. But artists of different origins and traditions, if hot and alive on the international scene, tend to show a certain convergence to European mediums and techniques — thus just like other aspects of globalisation (think: jeans, fast food restaurants, coffee shops), the globalisation of art has a tinge of cultural imperialism to it.

This transitions us smoothly to the elephant in the room: the billion-dollar global art market. Perhaps after all, what we object to when we say ‘I can draw/make this too’ isn’t how minimalistic the work is, but what an absurdly high price it commands. When Marx said the culture that bourgeois society claims to defend is all class culture, he probably didn’t expect contemporary art, vehemently rebelling against the arguably patriarchal propriety of the olden times, has come to be even more bourgeois in effect.

The various biennales and auctions everywhere are strange gatherings of the elite; the best artists are those who know how to market and sell. The art market really reflects a two-fold inequality: the inequality among artists (selling none or selling millions, with barely anything in between), as well as the inequality among the audience (is the demographic that shows up in museums diverse at all?). If merit is subjective, price is not. How to cash subjective value into hard digits? There is something twisted going on.

Art for art’s sake is not useless. Art has always been somewhat ‘higher’ above, somewhat transcending the conflicts and tribalism of ordinary life. Art should never be an instrument of political righteousness (there is really too much watered-down propaganda going on); but equally, art should never be an instrument of ‘class consciousness’, of signalling one’s position in the social hierarchy. Contemporary art is vulnerable to both, especially with the billion-dollar market combined with the cult of genius. In this world of acceleration, for contemporary art, just as for everything else, opportunities come together with traps.

Hyper-connectivity and the explosion of available mediums mean that on one hand, new forms of art — from photography to light installations to experimental multi-dimensional online projects — come with restless potential and evolve with delectable creativity; on the other hand, a dilution of focus and loss of purpose make the dialogue between the artist, the art, the market, and the audience a massive confusion. The distance is not between art and people; the distance is really just between people.

Cellar closure blamed on landlords “pursuing maximum profit”

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The Music Venue Trust describes itself as acting “to protect, secure, and improve grassroots music venues”.

The charitable organisations St Michael’s and All Saints’ Charities are the landlords. The aims of these charities include the support the church of St. Michael and the North Gate nearby.

The news comes after a long battle for Cellar’s survival. In 2017, the church charities attempted to shut the club down in order to redevelop the venue into storage for a shop. A petition signed by over 13,600 supporters kept it open; however, another blow was dealt a year later as The Cellar had to limit the number of people allowed in to just 60 after inspectors decided that the fire escape was 30cm too narrow.

Over 2,000 supporters pledged more than £92,000 to pay for the changes. Despite this, the manager, Tim Hopkins, after failing to negotiate a rent agreement, had to close the club.

CEO of the Music Venue Trust Mark Davyd said in a statement to the press: “The final outcome of two years of campaigning by local people is that the existing venue, run by a much-admired family, powered by a passion and commitment to the local scene, has been lost.

The landlords state that they want to be ‘champions of live music in the city’, but put simply they have lost a tenant who was keenly committed to that cause. If the rent was not affordable by Tim and his family, who have given years of their lives and thousands of pounds of their own money to support Oxford’s music scene, it is not going to be affordable to any other operator who is prepared to take the venue on.

We wait to see if any operator can be found to deliver a venue that genuinely supports grassroots music and artists in this location, and, of course, we will support anyone who is able to do that.

But two years ago, the landlord was happy to close this venue to try to maximise its profit, and now the venue is closed and the pursuit of maximum profit is still the intent of the landlord.

Until landlords are made to appreciate that they are part of an entire community and that not every square inch of land can be maximised for profit without destroying the heart and soul of our cities, we are going to go on seeing venues across the land closed down.

In this particular case, the landlord is a charity. If even charities are so driven by a profit motive that they are unable to appreciate their duties and obligations to local communities, then we are in a very sad and sorry place.”

Speaking to Cherwell, Strategic Director of the Music Venue Trust Beverley Whitrick emphasised that the landlords themselves used the term “maximising revenue” in discussions.

In response to the allegations made by the Trust, a spokesman for St Michael’s and All Saints’ Charities said: “We are greatly saddened by The Cellar’s closure. At the forefront of the minds of the Charities is the music scene in Oxford.

To this end, we have made considerable changes to our plans for the building, at a cost to us and our beneficiaries, to enable the premises to continue to be used as a music venue.”

Cellar manager Tim Hopkins said: “We are really pleased that Oxford’s music scene is now at the forefront of the landlords’ minds. All that public support to get their initial planning application rejected was not in vain.

We have succeeded in saving the venue from being turned into a store room, and the fact that they want it to remain a live music venue is music to our ears.”

Oxford honours victims of Christchurch terrorist attack

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A vigil for the fifty Muslims killed in Christchurch, New Zealand brought together over 200 people in Oxford on Friday afternoon.

The service was held to honour those killed when a white supremacist attacked two mosques in the city of Christchurch.

New Zealand’s flag was flown at half-mast as students, staff, academics and local residents gathered in Christ Church college’s Peckwater Quad to sing the country’s national anthem.

The historic college, after which Christchurch was named, was chosen in order to symbolise the historic links between Oxford and New Zealand.

Prayers were read out for the victims, their families and for Muslim communities worldwide.

Dr. Sheikh Ramzy of the Oxford Islamic Information Centre said that the attack had “backfired” by uniting New Zealanders of all faiths and called for Muslims and non-Muslims to ensure that future attacks continue to backfire.

Attendees were asked to bring individual flowers, which were laid one-by-one below the flagpole. After a few days the flowers will be cast into the Thames, as per New Zealand tradition.

A statement by the organisers read: “Christchurch is a city that has already suffered so much, but the people have proved time and again that strength and resilience come through unity.

“In the wake of these horrific attacks on the mosques in Christchurch, it is more important now than ever, to stand together in unity and show that actions born of hate, intolerance and bigotry will fail to incite violence.”

St John’s creates post to research its colonial past

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St John’s College has announced the creation of a new research post exploring “St John’s and the Colonial Past”, the first position of its kind to be established at the university.

The two year role as a research assistant will focus on “explor[ing] connections between the college and colonialism, uncovering benefactions to St John’s and the alumni who served in the empire.”

The move follows investigations by American universities into their involvement with the slave trade. In the UK, the University of Glasgow recently published a report on its own ties to slavery, whilst Edinburgh University has undertaken a similar project.

The vacancy posting cites a “drive to ‘decolonise the university’- or, at any rate, to think about the implications of institutional involvement in imperial projects of the past” as the chief motive behind this new research.

It goes on to say that “there are thus compelling intellectual and ethical reasons for institutions of higher education to face up to the role they played in the British Empire.”

The college identifies the goals of the research as the production of “a report and other scholarly publications”, as well as to “set the standard for future work in other institutions.”

After research has been completed, a series of workshops will be held in order to broaden discussion of the topic and to formulate responses to the project’s findings.

The application directly refers to the Rhodes Must Fall campaign as an example of how “institutional involvement in the imperial projects of the past — is now a matter of world-wide scholarly concern.”  

Rhodes Must Fall originated in South Africa and called for the removal of statues of Cecil Rhodes from the Oxford Campus; it was inevitably unsuccessful.

Further information provided by St John’s College describes Oxford’s involvement as various, stating: “Oxford in general helped to educate and train colonial administrators; missionaries; apologists for, and critics, of empire; and significant leaders and creators of newly independent states.”

The post is currently open for applications and the appointee will begin their work alongside Professor William Whyte, leader of the project and Professor of Social and Architectural History, at the start of next year.

A letter to: My closeted self

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To myself, but hollow,

It was a wild ride getting to the place we’re at right now. You spent the first seventeen years of your life drowning so far in denial that even you were surprised when you crushed on a guy for the first time. You were merely a simple ‘straight’ boy, sat sipping lattes with a friend in Starbucks, when the realisation washed over like a wave and suddenly your world came crumbling down around you. You didn’t know you were lost until I found you. 

Life before then was strange. Maybe only in hindsight, it seems like the years leading up until seventeen were muted, with the saturation turned down, while you joked and wrote and dated and functioned on the day-to-day, skirting all the while around an unavoidable truth. If you could stand where I stand now, you would see that everything is not fine, and you’ve convinced yourself that a pond is an ocean. Your denial has created walls you can’t even see. You do theatre and write poems and like reading, but when bullies call you gay and use slurs you don’t understand, you are sure it’s just because you are different and, because of some odd stereotypes, they are just adding 2 and 2 and getting 5 because they don’t know any better. You can’t consider, even for a second, that they might know you better than you do. I think that’s what crushed you the most once you realised that you looked at guys the same way you looked at girls; it meant that every person who had ever assumed your queerness had been right. And, more importantly, you had been wrong. I’ll never be able to reconcile the pain you went through for those first few months, and loneliness, and the fears, and the questions running around in your head; how will I have kids? Who will I marry? What actually is gay sex, since I was never taught it in school? If I kiss a guy in public, will I get hurt? And then, in a deeper voice, echoing above the rest – how do I tell people, and what will they think?

I’m sorry about the friends you’re going to lose. For the friends that won’t understand; who find it weird; who make it weird; who will see you as predatory; who will become predatory; I’m sorry about the people who will make a hard time worse. There’s nothing more isolating that introducing the people you care about to the ‘new’ you, and having them reject you off-hand like they never even cared to begin with. It might throw everything you think you can rely on into question for a while. But I don’t want you to worry about everyone. Your family will welcome you with open arms and nothing will change at home. You’re going to grow, and meet people who love you as you are, and who don’t flinch or wince when you come out to them. The friends that stick by you will stay stuck like glue, and they’re going to prove to you that you’re not a different person; you’re just whole now. And you were never better before you knew the truth – you were missing some really important parts, and those parts are going to end up making you into a person you can’t even imagine yet. And realising you’re different to the person you thought you were shouldn’t be scary; it should be exciting. You’ve got so much to learn about yourself, and you’re going to get to know all of it, and you’re going to love every single part, and it will be worth all the crying and moping you’re doing right now. Nothing worth having comes easy; especially not freedom.

Coming out isn’t a walk in the park for anyone. Your experience was relatively positive, despite all the turmoil you went through, because you’re still going to end up surrounded by people who love you and care about you, queerness and all. You’re following in the footsteps of thousands of people who have screamed, and cried, and fought, and died for the right to love and live proudly, and that’s what you’ve got to do. You’re blessed to live in the middle of a revolution where being proud of your sexuality is easier than it’s ever been. And that’s not to say it’s easy, because it’s not; we’ve come so far, but we’ve still got so far to go. The journey you’re about to embark on is going to be beautiful and formative, even in spite of the bumps in the road, and I can’t wait for you to see the world around you in colour for the first time.

You can do this,

I love you,

Aaron x


Some New Angles on Perspective

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Combining foetuses, the Colosseum, polyhedrons, and NASA’s first geological map of Mars, the Bodleian’s new exhibition is determinedly not just a showcase for Leonardo da Vinci. Coinciding with the anniversary of his death in 1519, Thinking 3D displays some of the Renaissance polymath’s anatomical and architectural sketches; until September these are loans from the Royal Collection, which thereafter will be joined by others from the British Library. On one busy folio we can trace the determined prodigy’s efforts at representing a winding flight of stairs, attempting to pencil its turns and angles into scrupulous proportion; at the top right of the page hang studies of human veins and muscle. 

What unites these two different thoughts, and provides the exhibition with its springboard, is Leonardo’s effort at rendering perspective with mathematical accuracy. The surrounding collections take this focus and hugely enlarge it, ranging across much of Europe, and some five hundred years of history, to provide a whistle-stop tour of three-dimensional representation and its evolution. Leonardo intended to publish a great number of his drawings, but for hundreds of years most of it would go unseen – and in honour of these first intentions, the show’s directors have narrowed their overview to an underpromoted area: the illustrations to printed books. The results are fascinating and unusual.The directors are Daryl Green and Dr Laura Moretti, whose respective day jobs are as Librarian of Magdalen College and Senior Lecturer in Art History at St Andrews. The idea behind Thinking 3D came, they say, on a long train journey to Scotland in early 2016, when Moretti was curating an exhibition on another Renaissance polymath with writings on perspective, Daniele Barbaro. Green and Moretti particularly stress the importance of three-dimensional representations in transmitting new information – helping not only to reflect attitudes to the visual world, but alter and inform them. The printed book, which could be mass-produced and widely distributed or copied, is thus the ideal medium. More even than Leonardo’s drawings, the prints they have gathered together for the first time in one place have directly influenced the way we understand and visualise spaces and solids, right up to the present day. They make no lame claim to contemporary relevance; their material’s title to importance and interest is enduring.

The usefulness of three-dimensionality to human understanding is embedded in the exhibition from the word go. Visitors are encouraged to collect an object (polyhedron, miniature winding stairs, human brain – all relevant to an exhibit) from a shelf by the door and carry it around with them to aid comprehension of what they are seeing on the pages. The Leonardo sketches face the room from the right wall; the books are ranged in cabinets on the left and far walls; and four colour-coded display islands (one each for anatomy, geometry, architecture and astronomy) line the middle. The display is broadly chronological, as well as thematic. The Treasury Room is a small space, but if this exhibition’s great breadth necessitates a lack of depth, it will be amply enhanced by the six satellite exhibitions around Oxford which complete Green and Moretti’s project (details on the website). 

Every major method of image reproduction, from woodcut to photograph, is represented. Firsts crowd the space, and there is something here for a huge array interests. In Regiomontanus’ Nova theorica planetarum, published in 1473, we have the first book ever printed in colour, its woodcuts of planetary orbits enlivened slightly incongruously by green. Those with an interest in the history of mathematics or finance will encounter, in Luca Pacioli’s Summa de arithmetica (1494), a double whammy: the first discussion of algebra in a European vernacular, and the earliest publication on the double-entry book-keeping system. Its primary role here, however, is to illustrate the huge advance in representing three dimensions which took place when Leonardo got involved. The crude, shonky geometric woodcuts of the 1494 work are displayed alongside the extreme sophistication of da Vinci’s in Divina proportione (published 1509), also by Pacioli. These were Leonardo’s only book illustrations in his lifetime – and include the first printed rendering of an icosidodecahedron, no less.

Nearby, there is another first: Albrecht Dürer’s work on three-dimensional shapes (1525; here in its 1532 edition), which illustrates for the first time the methods for folding a flat surface into polygons. Later we come upon d’Agoty’s Anatomical Exposition of the Sense Organs (1775), one of the first books to use the mezzotint technique for colour printing – laid open at a large, almost Play-Doh pile of rounded organs, disconcerting in their skewed realism. Some photographs by Max Brückner take the exhibition to 1900 and another esoteric first; Brückner’s ghostly black-and-white shelves of paper polyhedrons are the earliest photos of complex three-dimensional shapes. 

Students interested in the multifarious history of the male gaze in the arts should also seize this opportunity. Particularly striking are works like George Spratt’s Obstetric table of 1838, with its side-on view of a comely young woman exposing her naked torso. The reader interested (perhaps) in the process of childbearing could fold down a succession of coloured prints, like in a children’s picture book, and see each stage of pregnancy play out on the exhibitionist’s body, from svelte to distended. The development of depth in art could border on the invasive, even unethical. Probably the show’s highest point is the extremely graphic engraving of a woman’s torso opened at the belly, to view the fully-formed foetus inside. The baby is beautifully rendered in sensitive depth; the woman’s legs have been cut off at the thigh, exposing the bone. Such a combination of remarkable violence and striking beauty signposts an exhibition which strays deeper than mere visual perspective. There is much more in this excellent show to think about than just 3D.

A tapestry of living and dead: Max Porter on his new book, ‘Lanny’

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On Thursday 14thMarch, Blackwell’s hosted a talk in honour of Max Porter’s latest release Lanny. Porter was in conversation with novelist Ali Shaw, discussing his novel, his development as a writer since his last work, and how Lanny reflects the changing nature of this country and our relationship to the natural world.

Lanny is a novel, but unlike any you have read by anyone else – Porter always bleeds poetry and prose together in the most beautiful, natural way. Lanny exists as a testament to his refusal to conform to the traditional boundaries of a singular medium. The novel is like a lullaby, lament and landscape portrait all at once. Porter splits the narrative perspective into three voices (anyone who has read his first work, Grief is the Thing With Feathers, will recognise this style of writing), each centring around the remarkable young boy called Lanny, describing him, speaking to him, watching him. In this, Porter creates an entire novel around an absence – never hearing Lanny’s voice directly, he is told through multiple voices, and the reader comes to realise that every character is a reflective surface for a central, yet hauntingly absent, presence. I have only seen this done so beautifully in Virginia Woolf’s 1922 novel Jacob’s Room, where the central character is told through the voices, letters and recollections of those who know him. Porter creates a character that is both real and intangible, touchable but painfully just out of reach, human and a form from the natural world. Porter, like Woolf, bends the traditional notion of the ‘protagonist’, refusing to focus solely on the being of one person, denying us complete intimacy with a single presence and instead widening the novel to every type of person, every voice available to him as a writer. 

Grief is the Thing With Feathers (2016) naturally comes into the conversation. I read the collection shortly after it was published, and it remains one of the only works that has ever explained and understood bereavement for me. I always call it a poetry collection, but the beauty of Porter’s work is that it is constantly a hybrid, speaking to you personally – at once poetry,novella,elegy; a startling, modern In Memoriam. Charting the process through which a father and his two sons deal with the loss of their mother, the human narrative voices are joined by that of Crow, a myth, a real voice, a descendant of Hughes’ creation in Life and Songs of the Crow, and an entirely modern presence. Porter’s love for myth and ancestry continues from Grief is the Thing; into Lanny enters the presence of Dead Papa Toothwort, a decaying, shape-shifting, voyeuristic presence from the hidden natural world surrounding the village. When Ali asks about the similarities between Crow and Toothwort, Porter answers that they are different characters but taken from the same realm. Shape-shifting, natural creatures, both ravenous for a new kind of language outside the human order.

Lanny takes place in a quiet English village, commuting distance from London, with a collective memory stretching back to the Domesday Book. It is a tapestry of present voices, and their ghosts, new arrivals, and families that have existed there throughout time. Porter spoke of how he wanted the characters in the village to reflect how we speak of each other in this country, the subtle xenophobic comments alongside the desire for progression, forcing us to remember there is no such thing (at any point in our country’s history) as a purely ‘English person’. Next to these wider, socio-political concerns sits Lanny, suspended between the different worlds of the imaginative, natural and mythological, clearly ‘different’ from other children and people in the village. The novel considers how we see and understand different people, and more broadly the idea of difference itself – difference is figured as a contribution towards the richness of life. 

The female voices Porter creates are a beautiful aspect of Lanny. Lanny’s mum Jolie, actress turned writer, stands for the darker side of maternal life. In this character, Porter shows his absolute proficiency at writing human experience. He writes on the crisis of masculinity Lanny’s father undergoes and Jolie’s struggles of motherhood , illustrating his ability to access the roots of human experience, regardless of gender. 

Lanny is a hauntingly beautiful, strange and empathetic novel, showing Porter’s brilliance yet again. Porter weaves his prose from present voices and memories, from landscape and human emotion. The pages are made both living and dead.