
Opening night Friday 16 May, 6:30 – 9PM
Saturday 17 May – Thursday 22 May 2014
Gage Gallery, KIAC, The Lion Works, 40 Ball Street, Kelham Island, Sheffield, S3 8DB
Untitled (ballpoint pen)
A wealth of information doesn’t equate to a wealth of knowledge – this is a given. Yet ‘the race to know’ (not really a competition, more a feeling that you never know enough about the important things we trust affect our lives) makes the quest for more information incredibly seductive.
Throughout the modern age we’ve been bombarded (on lesser scales) by information overload that confuses our attempts to understand, from newspapers, wireless radio to rolling news. It becomes hard, if not impossible to distinguish what does and doesn’t concern our interests. For example, a brutal murder, 100 miles away; despite it being of a very upsetting nature, it really has very little connection with the concerns of the rest of us, unless we begin to ask whether a rise in country-wide homicides correlates to decision-making policies. But ‘news’ rarely goes into the genealogy of incidents, and just leaves us confused by a downpour of seemingly unrelated happenings. It can often seem like it’s all out of control, making us feel powerless (or at least more powerless) than usual.
Take this affect into consideration and times it by ten, and this is the predicament faced by the concerned in the age of social media, where information is distributed far thicker and faster thant at any other time in human history.
3 recent events, and the circumventing shower of sources reporting/commenting on them, have literally put my current feelings of panicky disorientation to their highest point in years. These These 3 events are the rise of the UKIP-spectacle, the situation in the Ukraine and the situation in the Favelas in Brazil in advance of the world cup.
I am without a doubt that beneath the conflicting reports, and the unrealness of it all, the events are genuinely disturbing (quite horrifying in the case of the Ukraine and Brazil), but I’ve been so saturated by internal conflict caused by the social media feed-storm of concerning issues, that I have completely lost the capacity to begin to understand just what is going on, anywhere whatsoever.
Maybe my capacity for keeping a level head is shorter than average, and maybe my habitual scatterbrain, my tendency towards many different info-sources, increases this feeling. But I don’t think I am alone because social media platforms have increasingly come to resemble mad-houses (if I can use such an historically-discriminatory term) at breaking point.
My conclusion, the only damn conclusion I feel equipped to make due to the aforementioned scenario, is that information/opinions/reports are mushrooming due to an increased disorientation fed by hasty-yet-futile attempts by the multiple media-bias’ conflict with the rest of us to find understanding/the truth of the situation(s), which is then further mushroomed by our attempts to capture these sources as they slide down the liquid social media platform, and share an opinion on what we trust could affect us/the common good. An information bomb caused by our desire for understanding confusing it with information.
Right now I feel like I have lost my ability for ‘cognitive mapping’. I feel disorientated, thus utterly powerless in the face of perceived-concerns. I presume this is how most of us feel; I presume this resulting feeling of powerlessness is at the root of this increase in the opposite use of social media; the distribution/sharing of the twee, the cutified and the obsession with the past; all the hallmarks of relinquishing of any responsibility when it feel so insurmountable to take it on; rebuilding our childhood rooms, becoming kids, and letting the ‘adults’ run the show.
I feel ‘cognitive mapping’, the ability to make a mental map “of the social and global totality [one that we] we carry around in our heads in various garbled forms” (Jameson) is crucial, because it allows us at least to be able to begin to understand that the power of capital lies behind all these problems, with its demands on an ever-increasingly damaged ecological and social-sphere for more profit extraction. We locate capitalism in concrete abstractions. If we fail, we locate false concrete abstractions, like conspiracy theories, or more relevantly, we blame immigrants for our economic plight, use the ‘the bad guys versus the goods guys’ binary as an explanation for the wars in the world.
It’s sad to admit that I think the overall affect of the Internet, at least under the dictum of neoliberal-economics-mixed-with-neoconservative-methods of power, has been to make us unlearn, confuse and forget, rather than inform.
“searching for the world I left behind
A shadow hunting shadows of childhood life
It’s all I want and all I miss but how can I return to a place that don’t exist?” –
Twilight of a Champion, The The
Almost 3 years ago now, parts of urban England (not the whole of Britain, as Mark Fisher pointed out) were engulfed by an unfathomable rage, as riots took hold of certain urban zones. The media-spectacle made it feel like it was on every street in the country. Surely nobody, from the most reactionary Conservatives to the would-be theorists, desperate to understand the reasons, was left unshaken by the media-heightened prospects during the early days of the rioting. In the midst of 2011, I have never felt so compelled and compressed to understand, and to try to be part of something that could change a global society that felt unacceptable. The resulting years I have felt increasingly more abstracted from the reality of this reality (whilst still being subjected to it), and less cognitively-equipped to stay in tune with the really important things, and partly due to this, have felt like an emotionally-damaged zombie going through the motions of caring.
“when I look over
Over my shoulder
I can’t see my past
It seems so far away”
It’s been really good for me to get the main chunk of my work (with the exception of the installations from previous shows) into one big space. But it was especially good to show smaller works next to the larger ones, as I feel doing this helped map out the last 5 years quite well. I did an interview with Alternative Barnsley explaining the motives behind staging this comprehensive account of the past of years of marking work.
The exhibition is on until Thursday @Gage Gallery, KIAC, The Lion Works, 40 Ball Street, Kelham Island, Sheffield, S3 8DB
10-4PM.
This table includes all the books I have made during these years, including a the artist book Remedy by Victoria Lucas, for which I wrote a small piece. My books can be found here http://www.blurb.co.uk/user/ledgefromkec
Junction 38 tree, just after planting it in December 2006
http://johnledger.blogspot.co.uk/2008/12/guerrilla-tree-planting-in-december.html
In 2006, during the final year of my art degree, I began guerrilla tree planting, under the title ‘Green Graffitti’ in areas overlooked as places in need of trees, or places where trees could be placed in spots geographically important to me, with the intention of them being symbolically important for the ideas I was trying to put forward about a better world and better home area.
I look back at this point in my early twenties, as being a somewhat naive point. Yet, it is a part of me I miss, becoming more in the thick of the sociopolitical reasons for destruction of a human-friendly planet (as with other things) during the following years of my twenties. Hopefully one day I can begin to make plans to grow trees from seed-to sapling in order to plant around again; it was certainly within a more hopeful point of my life.
However, the oak tree I planted on a grassy road island at Junction 38 of the M1, remains firmly in my life, because less than a year after planting it I began a job that would mean me passing it on the West Yorkshire/South Yorkshire border (a special spot between the two counties I have most affinity with) from thereon. I have travelled (usually by foot) past it thousands of times, happy to see that it has been left to grow by the council grass-cutters, and is flourishing. Sure, there is a large part of me that hopes it catches peoples’ eyes, I wouldn’t have called the project ‘Green Graffiti’ way back then if my intentions had been otherwise.
Images of Junction 38 tree now: