Wednesday 16 March 2011

Alice

Recently I've been wrapped up painting again. I got into Alice's Adventures in Wonderland... Cos I have an amazing daughter called Alice (and another amazing daughter - Maddy)... As a kid this was acceptable Surrealism. Delivered culture...At the time I didn't really like it. I wasn't a painter / illustrator then. It did my head in. I was cool...into The Ramones, Pot Noodles and Woodpecker cider... Halcyon days.


(Acceptable) Surreal stuff was already in my world...Charlie and The Chocolate Factory...The Wizard of Oz...Brigadoon....Banana Splits... Most of Disney's output was based upon Surrealism meeting folk lore stories. We grew up with that. Old culture passed down. I applaud that. That's the tit I sucked.

Then I grew up. I loved Dali. Then Giger... Safonkin...Zar... Persson... etc


Right now, as a Surrealist / Conceptual artist I now wonder how this form of art becomes accepted. With the examples I present , the answer seems to be: over time....


That's fine. I can enjoy fame dead. I can endure no fame dead too...












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Wednesday 26 January 2011

Black Rabbit









  Composed, recorded and Yoo Choobed by Alice Kirbyson




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Tuesday 4 January 2011

October 1973

Back in 1973 I was eight years old. I was still living in Huddersfield Nil, where I was born to Yorkshire parents... I was into all the things eight year old Yorkshire boys were into in 1973: Pop Music, Wacky Races, Midget Gems, the Beano and soft pornography. Happy and carefree days. Like all young Yorkshire boys, I aspired to owning a Lamborghini and a cricket bat signed by Geoff Boycott.




One of my favourite kids TV programmes of the time was Blue Peter. Like all the other kids I appreciated the eclectic educational focus and contemporary mix of features they included in the programme and the altruistic ambience. Moreover, I had a fixation on female presenter Lesley Judd. This would later awaken me sexually and turn into an unrequited solo-masturbatory fixation - If you are reading this in Wigan, that means a 'Lesley Judd Wankfest'.
Anyway, aside from their annual appeals to help the elderly, the starving and the needy, Blue Peter also embraced new ideas and science. And so did I. I was into leading edge gadgets... I had a Stretch Armstrong and everything. They came up with the idea of  a Time Capsule. Kids would write about themselves and 1973, including photos and memorabilia, all stored in a buried tin.




This tin would be hermetically sealed and buried. I spent weeks looking for some hermetic...The concept captured my imagination massively.... I imagined that years in the future, someone would dig up my Capsule (without wondering why it was a Callard & Bowser toffee tin with a pair of labradors on the front, wrapped in many layers of Woolworths bags and Sellotape).... I even had a naughty sense of humour way back then and included a single front page from Fiesta magazine.. smirking at the possibility of some scientist opening it in the year 2000... As a kid I couldn't think beyond that year.

I buried my Time Capsule at the edge  of a local wood, directly adjacent to a stone water trough / spring, just behind a wall... Obviously I never expected to see it again in my lifetime. Last October I found a 'You Were Out When We Called' card from Parcel Force... three boxes were ticked. These were, It was too big for your letter box.... It's at the depot... We haven't smashed it.  I collected the parcel from the depot the following day and my Time Capsule was inside, with instructions to publish the 'entire' contents on this blog and then bury it again in Scotland. 
So, corrected for spelling, typed up and scanned, here are the entire contents. The Time Capsule is now buried somewhere near Dunfermline (It's in Scotland)

The Time Capsule:

Hello my name is Robert. I am 8. This is 1973. Let me tell you all about me. I have two gerbils. One bit me on the lip.
You might dig this up in year 2000 after we are all dead. I bet you have a jet pack. I am from a town called Huddersfield. Apart from that 1973 is great.
There is a man called Uric Geller. He bends spoons with his head. My dad says,  'He is taking the piss.'

Food is great in 1973. You can get food in tins. Spaghetti Hoops. Beans and sausage. You can even get a posh Spanish pie in a tin called a Fray Bentos. Also we have one of those new yellow tin openers that sticks out of the wall. You wind it and it's automatic but you have to hold the tin or it goes all over the floor. After a few tins on the floor my dad said, 'The man who invented that is a right penis'. On Fridays we have Arctic Roll. They're not really from the Arctic. They are from Eastbourne. There are loads of foreign foods now. It's great. Findus lasagne, Vesta Chow Mane and Jamaican ginger cake.

 In March my Grandad Percy was killed in a sidecar. He was a motorbike racer when he was younger. He was hit by a German in a car called a Heinkel. My dad says that's a shitter. 

There is this band called Pink Floyd and they have a new record called 'Dark Side Of The Moon'. I wanted it for my birthday but my dad said they were smelly hippies and got me 'Touch Me' by Gary Glitter instead. He says Gary Glitter is more in touch with the kids of today than Pink Floyd. Gary Glitter is everywhere. He even advertises Heinz soup. One day he'll be prime minister. He'll be better than Edward Heath. Everyone thinks Edward Heath is a pillock. Everybody loves Gary Glitter. My dad keeps saying, 'Up the Gary!'





My mum doesn't like Gary. She says he wears all that stuff to satisfy his big eagle. She likes Jonathan King. She also likes the little annoying kid in the Jackson 5. She said he's got to enjoy it while it lasts as it's a hard life in the pop world if you are black.

America. Joe Frazier is beaten by George Foreman to be world heavyweight champion. The best boxer was a man called Cassius Clay. He changed his name to Muhammad Ali because he liked Salami. They are harmless my dad says.  Also a huge twin skyscaper called the World Trade Center has opened in America. It's so high it has flashing lights on the top so planes don't fly into it. The best programme from America is Six Million Dollar Man. My dad says it's rubbish. He says you could buy every footballer in the football league for that, so why spend it on one bloke? I told him the six million dollar man could roll a car over with his bare hands. He said he'd seen my uncle Eric do that after two bottles of Harvey's Bristol Cream but he babbed his kecks doing it.

Thank You

Robert Kirbyson









Copyright Rob Kirbyson















Thursday 2 December 2010

Instructions. Step One. Please read carefully.

 

Firstly, you will never hear, in any language, the sentence, 'These instructions are fantastic!'

Conversely you will often hear the sentence, 'Who the fuck writes these fucking in-fucking-structions?' Instructions tell us a lot about ourselves. Well, the way we decipher them does at least. Some people love instructions and follow them to the letter and others treat them with derision. These people think instructions are for dummies. Personally I stopped following printed instructions after a rather bizarre faux pas with a Felafel mix... I quote:  "Pour packet contents into a bowl...Add one egg and 50ml of warm water...Work into balls". Easy mistake to make I thought...
  
I mean, I'm still puzzled why a PP3 battery still does't say 'Lick other end' on it to stop us fucking our tongues up. We need warning... Why weren't there more Public Information Films in the 70's that addressed stuff we actually we're at risk of doing on a regular basis?

Like, 'Don't fuck about with a mouse trap'... 'Don't light meths on your hand'.... 'Don't leave a bong on the widow sill'... 'Don't burn down a mill after 6 litres of White Lightning'. We need instructions to keep us on the right side of the law and out of harms way.





Life is about Instructions... they are codes to live by. Instructions are a set of steps to get a result. They come in different levels of intellect according to legal liability but they are always there. For example, if you are required to heat something to a skin boiling 200 degrees centigrade or use a power drill they will definately be described as Instructions.

It's like a Legal Disclaimer. It's such a legally sensitive issue, that the people who write the Instructions dare not even 'hint' at how dangerous some innocuous products are... I mean what would happen if on the side of a Pot Noodle it said: Get the kettle on! (Yeah you've been there... Beef and Tomato)  Fill to marked level with boiling water. Stir. Stand for 4 minutes and do not lower your bollocks into it. Stir again. Enjoy.... Manchester's hospitals would be deluged. See, that's a terrible assumption about the good people of Manchester but actually posh people eat Pot Noodle too and are no cleverer than the rest of us. Their instructions are slightly different though: Have someone work one's kettle thing! Remove foil lid. Fill pot with boiling Evian to required level. Agitate to deglaze the bottom of the pot. Rest the contents for four minutes in one's Bain Marie. Request fork and napkin Bon appetit!






On a less dangerous level, say, with cosmetics, these are Guidelines and on a trivial level, like eating tinned carrots, these are called Suggestions. I know what you are thinking, 'Nobody actually eats tinned carrots!' Well they do.
I've seen them in Tesco for 36p. Old people fucking swear by them and rely on them for the vitamins they cannot get from cakes and biscuits. Tinned carrots helped us beat Hitler. That's why you can't buy them in Germany.

 
Perhaps Guidelines appear on inedible things and Suggestions on edible things... Like the helpful comments on lipstick: Apply to lips. Do not ingest. Keep out of reach of children and transvestites. Or the useful serving suggestion on a 100g packet of stuffing mix: 'Chicken not included.' I mean, why not put something useful on there like 'Never wipe your arse on a broken bottle.'


So, there are instructions / guidelines for everything... from making a jelly to nuclear warheads. That worries me a bit to be honest. I get jittery with nuclear weapons... I would have thought that nuclear warheads would be handled by people who don't need instructions...I don't want some prick who can't make a jelly handling my/our nuclear warheads... It probably says in the instructions 'Keep Away From Fire And Islamic Fundamentalists' ...and 'Detonate over a city outside the UK'. Health and safety instructions take on a sinister dichotomy when you are manufacturing weapons of mass destruction. There will even be instructions on how to lift a warhead so you don't put your back out... Can you imagine dropping a nuclear warhead on your foot? I bet it fucking smarts like a bastard.


There'll be a Japanese guy on the phone in no time... 'Ah Kirbysoh... So you think you focker crever bastart?'





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Coming soon: Instructions: Step 2























Monday 18 October 2010

All Mod Cons


All around us we have technology. It has always been so, since we first napped flints and sharpened sticks. Technology is nothing new. You would have to be a fool and a Communist to think otherwise: There was a day when a cutting edge was Cutting Edge.

 Technology is of it's time and your well being depends upon it whether it's pasteurisation or a dialasis machine. Some of us even have technology within us to prolong our lives so we can pay more tax, consume more stuff and last out just long enough before we are allocated a free motability scooter. Technology is expensive though and if you can't afford it, you are a 'has been' and a burden on Society. Ergo, less titanium hips are being implanted in the last few years. Why employ some expensive surgeons and theatre staff, plus ongoing aftercare when the NHS can give you a commode and show you how to shop online at Tesco? Old and new solutions. This negates any mobility issues the 'Patient' may have and saves the technology for an ill person with more spending power. This person is known as a 'Valuable Customer'. In Private Health circles - where you are guaranteed resuscitation - you are a 'Client'. Paying for technology up front has already elevated your status and human value in  the eyes of Society.

 




Computerisation and networking are 'embedded' in our lives. Everything we do is logged. Even what we buy, like, look at... where we are and who we talk to and when. Technology also tries to predict what we are thinking...Search Engines are particularly sharp at this... 'Did you mean, 'Bio Naturals?' Even Amazon and similar sites try it on... 'Hey Rob, customers who bought what you just bought also bought the complete box set of Gok Wan's, 'How To Look Good Naked.' What bullshit! Anyway, as soon as that fucking wok shows up it's going back.



'Bad Earth'. Acrylic on aluminium.


It would be a mistake to employ new technology for everything though. It has always puzzled me why toasters have an incrementally numbered knob. Toast is more of a visual thing. A colour incremented knob would be better so I always got dark brown - number 5. And why bother with numbers when only 4 and 5 work anyway? Anything below 4 is warm bread and anything over 5 is coal.


Largely though, we embrace technology and have come to rely on it as a diverse form of entertainment and it makes our lives easier. A great example is the Internet Refrigerator. I was looking at one recently. As well as ordering your food shopping online you can map the contents of your fridge on screen. The screen is on the fridge door. LG and other Internet Fridge manufacturers now have an application so you can see in your fridge without opening the door. My oven has the same functionality but with an older technology system...It's called Glass.  The sales spiel for the LG model also claims you can hold a video phone call from your fridge and it has a hard disk to download to. A phonecall on a fridge? A fridge full of pornographic videos? If you'd have told me that in the 70's I would have spat out my Space Dust. So, that's a fridge for entertainment. It has nothing designed into it to offer any refrigeration benefits over a regular fridge.


'Cataclysm'. Acrylic on aluminium.


Personally, I feel that an internet fridge is daft and superfluous. It just tells you a lot about the kind of person that owns it. That person will also passionately covet some cutting edge 70's technology... an old motorised peppermill, a corkscrew that looks like some gym equipment and most likely a lettuce centrifuge. A lettuce centrifuge is the dumbest fucking food tool ever... You burn off 30 calories, drying some lettuce that rewards you with 3 calories in return. If we prepared all food in that way we would be better off eating dandruff.
Another piece of technology that irks me is the Bluetooth Earpiece. OK...in the car, they have a function. But I don't see people using them in cars. I see them being worn in supermarkets. Why does everyone I see wearing one look over 60 with 8" of forehead and look like they evolved in the same gene pool as Jimmy Saville? They don't buy anything either because they shop online. They just go to lurk about letching... Maybe it's a secret sign senior citizens use to make it clear they are on the look out for some back door action or something. I don't know but it's just an observation I made. If you look closely, on further inspection, some of these earpieces are merely cigarette lighters superglued to the ear.



Jimmy Saville... Arsehole.


When I was a kid, all the boys read 2000AD. Well, all apart from the kid who turned up at A&E with some technology in him (motorised peppermill). He read Blue Jeans - 'Because the puzzles were better'. Anyway, 2000AD was (and still is) a visionary comic book fiction aimed at boys. The year 2000 was going to be THE year. 'Everything will have been invented by then!' It was the year it would all happen. As my mate said, 'We'll be 35, have video watches, jet packs and pubic hair.' He was more interested in the watch and the jet pack once I pointed out he was ginger but it was a vision well characterised on his part.





 As it turned out, fuck all happened of any great importance in 2000 and we had to reflect on what had been achieved in the days of 2000AD, the comic. What had been invented then, that was affordable, obtainable, ubiquitous and
enduring? St Ivel Five Pints and Odour Eaters. Well it was a start. The first trickling down of technology from the Space Age.

Sadly the jet pack never really caught on. It was never going to appeal as it randomly lauched you 60 metres in the air in two seconds with no control whatsoever, like an ejector seat without a seat or parachute. Then the fuel ran out. The most reliable way to ensure some degree of Health And Safety was to forget the air bit, lean forward 90 degrees and blast yourself through the side of a fucking ambulance.

Lastly, technology can be a dangerous thing as science isn't an exact science. A good case in point is the Large Hadron Collider...a 27 kilometre circumference particle collider at CERN in Switzerland. The particles were going to be in collision at an energy of 7 teraelectronvolts per particle (that's faster than split shit). I recall a BBC science editor interviewing the big Swiss cheese at CERN and he asked him what would happen when the collider was turned on.....

The guy replied, 'We don't know.'  Excellent. Let's not fucking turn it on then! Four years down the line the Swiss use it to make grilled cheese on toast - with the knob set to 4.75.



'Apocalypso'. Acrylic on canvas.
In the private collection of Helen and Keith Davison.


All painted images copyright Rob Kirbyson.

Saturday 16 October 2010

Semiotic Montage




















































All cartoons and paintings copyright Rob Kirbyson.


NOW WITH EXTRA FILLING

































Elvis has just left the building... and here is your Brucie Bonus...