Artist Heath Lowndes - Talks to Twenty8Twelve UnheardSeptember 12 2012, 10:47
‘Around the Corner in Darkness’ - By Greta Bellamacina
Federation of British Artists presents Heath Lowndes; plucked from his 2012 art degree show at Brighton University and placed in the prestigious Threadneedle Space in the Mall Galleries. Heath’s work has caused quite a storm amongst art lovers and non-lovers alike. His oil painting, ‘Around the Corner in Darkness’, is reminiscent of a bay of mystery. A dance in the trees. A painting of both strong commitments to the wild desire of the night amongst lived tales, remote from any other neither told nor sold to the day. Flooding to a first glance of a dream. The towering trees seem to be in motion, flying by like a bike ride through dawn.
Heath describes his main influences as “horror movies and pagan mythologies”. This could describe the succession of dark layers in his latest collection of ‘day and night in the forest’ paintings. Heath plans to travel to India in the New Year to discover the Vedas, an ancient form of storytelling. Lost in both language and population, a philosophical lyric combined with hymns.
Heath has an awareness of the challenges he must overcome as an artist; he talks freely about his agony with his latest collection of paintings, wanting to “translate moving imagery into his oil paintings”. He describes his most creatively rewarding time in Canada, “being disconnected in a small town in winter, with a 24-hour studio and isolated social life”. Heath reveals that like most industries, the art market has become a sanctuary of fame and money. He recently wrote an article on the ambiguity of pricing art, controversy questioning the significance and value of the art world. Concluding that an artist makes their value sometimes regardless of talent.
Like most things moving, Heath has been asked to showcase his work in a pop-up show on Rivington Street, East London, on 1-5th of November. Heath’s direct trust with painting is an on going tale born in eyes similar to ours. Young and real.
Twenty8Twelve UnheardSeptember 03 2012, 11:12
Joe Fox - Young Hearts from Twenty8Twelve on Vimeo.
Joe Fox InterviewBy Greta Bellamacina
Young Hearts are a London based band. Joe Fox is the lead singer, Hugo plays the base, Christian plays lead guitarist/vocals and Jasper plays the drums. The Young Hearts can safely be described as young at heart as well as hearts to the young-boisterous in their articulation and adventure. Joe Fox’s voice is a slow blend between Ray Davies and John Lennon. Joe captures a daring intimacy with lyrics and sound. Pete Docherty noticed Joe’s ash like magic and they ended up collaborating, causing electric chaos on the London gig scene. He described his favourite complement is when ‘people detach lyrics from his songs… a Japanese girl came up to me last week after a gig and shared the same feeling for the song line… regardless of the barriers between languages and worlds- which is quite amazing’. Joe has confided in me the mirrored negative and positive aspect about being in a band. He explained that it is such a capricious career, that you have to love it to do it and be prepared to create, regardless of failure or fame. Young Hearts are inspired by bands such as Radio Head, Rolling Stones and Nirvana. Their debut single, will be out at the end of this year entitled: Isolation. For further information you can go to http://www.facebook.com/pages/Younghearts. You can also catch the Young Hearts perform at the Oxfam Festival on the 25th September, 2012.
Olympian Apollo TwentyTwelve for Twenty8TwelveAugust 16 2012, 12:11
A Poetic Review
by Greta Bellamacina
According to Greek mythology there were twelve Olympian Gods who ruled the world. Standing on the pivot of this hour, two thousand and twelve it seems, that the world has turned a full heart turning circle. Placed in the centre of the Olympic stadium to watch the athletics of Gods and Goddesses of torch bearing war, all travelled elements form the Olympian twelve reasoning the heroic wilderness.
For those who dream for gold
It hung in a torch beyond
Fantasy. Hanging. Locking
And recovering in the finishing line.
It travelled in the interlocking
Glints to rays of instant
Time. Pressed between
Bronzed bodies in the moving,
Anchoring in repetition
Of those precise, movements.
Forming in the exchange. Cupped.
Faster in the sporting twist of
Quarters. Opening wild visions,
Of those who leaped. Stronger in shape,
Created in the folding heights
Of a game. Symbols ordered.
Adapting to shifting strengths.
In a taken dawn. Packed
In collections of splendour. To
Awaking bones, full, alive in moment.
Followed by a showcase of senses,
Foreign, a circle is moulded.
Not finishing but starting.
In silver sums of two. A grid
Immediately rooted. In a remote need
Of running runs of distant pace,
Fanning solid peaks up and afar
For neither you nor I to underestimate.
An ivory glow in a collection, of daring speeds.
Volumes of bursting thrills, skipping
Bare-handed, playing backwards
In refined ambition. Understood.
Their bodies fall like petals.
Back to accomplished dreams. In altering
Voids of infatuation. Crossing worlds ringed
In a spirited blaze of
Twenty8Twelve in St Tropez for the Pro Alvear CupJuly 31 2012, 10:00
A Poetic Review by Greta Bellamincina (pictured with polo players Lyndon Lea and Juan Pepa)
A deckchair space, unfolds in the flickering glory of the serene shores of St Tropez. A tangle of beauty evokes blinding motion. A polo match transcends along the heated fields of the South of France. Lying in the vastness of the crowd, anticipation sparks a sense of excitement. Flirtation with the production of speed beats along the horizon. The landscape is a freedom of sun and sun dance. The settling of the day drifts by like a summer, testing and foregoing. A gypsy vision of the night leads the sketches of Twenty8Twelve in the infinite sleeves of July.
Friends in rooms
In the chameleon of their love,
She rests her hands on the age of his fancy.
Supporting her weight and her femininity,
Irresistible in Brera.
Built and dark,
An hour overlooked.
Delicate and assured.
Airy in the vast register,
Of temptation’s scenery.
They escape, to sleep
Next to friends in rooms.
Their images shaded and steamed.
Comfort. In mending shapes,
The night unfolds in acres of dusk.
She samples his warmth.
Questions are spoken, in voices
Washed out. Her body invites the exception,
To the bridge and a lake.
All life closed. Wild futures hang,
Lengthy, long and synchronized.
Accidental when watched,
Close together. They go home.
Minds Black and WhiteJuly 26 2012, 12:10
Minds Black and White from Twenty8Twelve on Vimeo.
“An expression of words reeling the fantasy of poetry. An innocent portrayal of two parts, playing with unknowing pretences and positions. A progression of intimacy, where the mood reflects a collision that is only ‘accidental when realised’, illustrated when their hands touch. And the reality creeps into their playful state, withdrawing them back to the social norm of silence”. – Chloe Primrose Pemberton.
“Interludes between two minds, black and white, passing between notes in moments of chance.” – Greta Bellamacina
Directed By: Chloe Primrose Pemberton
Featuring: Greta Bellamacina
Make-up Artist: Karen Beadle
Assistant cinema photographer: Eve Mahoney
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