Artist's Book Yearbook 2003-2005 - Book Arts - University of the ...
Artist's Book Yearbook 2003-2005 - Book Arts - University of the ...
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The physical production <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> book is good<br />
and benefits <strong>the</strong> work as a whole: a smooth<br />
bookcloth in a sharky-grey gives way to welldeployed<br />
luxury materials within, couching <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> fine printmaking in fine papers. Black,<br />
white and red echo <strong>the</strong> symbolic colours <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
text, and translucent ruby-plastic text pages<br />
veiled <strong>the</strong> images in a suggestive, half-seen<br />
suspense. I found <strong>the</strong> book production hightly<br />
pr<strong>of</strong>essional and enjoyable to handle.<br />
Buenos Aires<br />
Ral Veroni<br />
Ral Veroni’s Buenos Aires is a book in <strong>the</strong> form<br />
<strong>of</strong> a series <strong>of</strong> related cards, accompanied by a<br />
colophon and notes. It features <strong>the</strong> figures I’ve<br />
seen before in prints by Veroni: glyphic<br />
personages impinging on <strong>the</strong> skyline like<br />
Japanese monsters, by way <strong>of</strong> Mexican hero -<br />
wrestlers, accoutred strangely, with <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
godlike accessories. Hammers, sickles,<br />
improbable decorations and masks. Staring<br />
skywards and raking <strong>the</strong> horizon with <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
electrical-impenetrable gaze like socialist<br />
sculpture produced directly from <strong>the</strong><br />
unconscious <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> workers. Ral is from<br />
Argentina but lives in Glasgow now. One figure,<br />
a representation <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> She-Wolf suckling<br />
Romulus and Remus, is described by Veroni in<br />
his notes:<br />
“The wolf was <strong>the</strong> symbol <strong>of</strong> Rome. In a city like<br />
Buenos Aires it also marks <strong>the</strong> presence <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
massive Italian immigration... The Wolf Departs is<br />
an attempt to symbolise in an image <strong>the</strong> return<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> discouraged sons <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> immigrants to<br />
<strong>the</strong> land <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir forefa<strong>the</strong>rs.”<br />
It made me think also <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Scottish/Italian<br />
sculptor Edouardo Paolozzi, whose work<br />
showing massive, fragmentary feet and hands<br />
recall <strong>the</strong> broken statues one finds in Rome.<br />
They pop up in conurbations across Scotland<br />
(and elsewhere), where <strong>the</strong>y’re well liked, and<br />
161<br />
routinely covered in chip papers tossed away by<br />
our homegrown urchins. Both <strong>the</strong>se bits <strong>of</strong><br />
statuary, and Veroni’s autochthonic sky-geezers<br />
look out across <strong>the</strong>ir environments with <strong>the</strong><br />
mixture <strong>of</strong> insecurity and hope we get from any<br />
sense <strong>of</strong> history. There’s a lingering<br />
communication implied in <strong>the</strong>se glances<br />
though: a communication between generations<br />
and continents that asks in which direction <strong>the</strong><br />
communication is going. Are <strong>the</strong> discouraged<br />
sons finding <strong>the</strong>ir courage again? When <strong>the</strong>y<br />
return, where will <strong>the</strong>y return to? Are <strong>the</strong>se<br />
personages on <strong>the</strong> skyline above our cities<br />
ready for us to use, or are we, like <strong>the</strong> one<br />
holding <strong>the</strong> sickle, simply not able to control<br />
<strong>the</strong> dominating and rapacious power <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se<br />
heroes? The sickle man is bent-backed, unsure,<br />
so <strong>the</strong> sickle twists around, becomes a question<br />
mark instead. Who knows what <strong>the</strong> real<br />
character <strong>of</strong> this power is? This figure is<br />
Absurdity: he’s maybe taking <strong>the</strong> piss out <strong>of</strong> us<br />
mortals for having a go at controlling our lives.<br />
On o<strong>the</strong>r pages <strong>the</strong> figures biff each o<strong>the</strong>r with<br />
hammers, are poised, ready to smash up <strong>the</strong><br />
forest <strong>of</strong> communications around <strong>the</strong>m like<br />
Gods disgusted to find that <strong>the</strong>ir worshippers,<br />
becoming bored, have turned to o<strong>the</strong>r things to<br />
fill <strong>the</strong>ir world.<br />
In o<strong>the</strong>r pages <strong>the</strong> figures - I’m starting to think<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m as a family <strong>of</strong> Gods, irascible, powerful<br />
and unpredictable - are looming over bleak<br />
skylines <strong>of</strong> clocks without hands. In ano<strong>the</strong>r, a<br />
red skull, eyes obscured by a bone and looking<br />
like something out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Codex Borgia<br />
(a collection <strong>of</strong> Mexican (Aztec) writings)<br />
hovers threateningly in a district <strong>of</strong> faceless,<br />
hermetically dull buildings. Ready to smash <strong>the</strong><br />
puny mortals. Well, history does that - we’ve no<br />
need <strong>of</strong> Gods to do <strong>the</strong> same: ra<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>se are<br />
<strong>the</strong> parts <strong>of</strong> human character that’d like to