Damien Hirst, Tate Modern


Damien Hirst, Tate Modern.


4 April – 9 September 2012

This was the first time that I have voluntarily gone to see Damien Hirst’s work, of course I’ve learnt of his work from reading reviews in newspapers and I supposed this nourished my sceptical position and unwillingness to seek a deeper engagement with the work even when encountering it at group shows, collections etc. I felt  that this retrospective was the right time and place for me to discover more. I must say my dubious mind-set had its advantage as there was a novelty in seeing a curation of his greatest, most sensational works.

Damien Hirst, Tate Modern, 2012

I entered the gallery and admired Damien Hirst’s early Spot Paintings from when he was still at, Goldsmith College. The raw, gloopy painterly qualities of the spots and the faded colour palette of the household acrylics had far more character and appeal (this could be because I’m a recent graduate) as opposed to his more recent spot paintings that have a prestine, sharp, formulated, commercial manifestation. This  feeling of rawness versus gleaming execution was something that remained with me during the show: it may be a case of taste, an aversion towards the transition or reinterpretation of the old qualities of the masters to a more modern, repetitive and robotic expression.  But, it became apparent that these divergent forces have to exist at least to be in harmony with the recurrent theme in this exhibition that wavers between life and death. For instance, there is a sense of longevity and termination in depiction of life-cycles in the animal vitrines and more figuratively in the spot paintings that possess endurance yet death in their mind-numbering array.

Damien Hirst, Tate Modern, 2012

I find Hirst’s articulation of ideas, for example interviews, written pieces, far more compelling  than his grander visual gestures.  I felt  this when viewing a short simply executed video in the exhibition, (essentially  an exercise in achieving a successful suicide). There, Hirst pressed an unloaded  gun onto various places on his head and each time graphically listed the potential detriment if one mistakenly positions the gun on one’s self  to result in a failed suicide. The piece ended with the best instruction on how to carry out such a precarious act. This evocative meditation together with the clicks of the trigger was enough to sustain the tension of being on the edge of life and death and, even though   displayed in a dark corner of the exhibition, it  was the only piece that resonated with me: maybe because committing artistic suicide is what Hirst does best!

the Love of Go(l)d by Eugenio Moreno

Ham House

Bank Holiday Monday
I wasn't going to let the weather forecast deter me from visiting the GardenofReason, contemporary art exhibition,  at Ham House, Richmond, UKThis outing was balanced by my admiration of historic houses, especially with their excessive, magnificent decor, and my love for contemporary art. I have seen art exhibitions in external more ‘natural’ spaces before, yet I still found the responsive ‘gestures’ the artists had made remarkable and I really appreciated their simple approach and playfulness. Below are snap shots of my time spent at Ham House. I had heaps of fun and I’ll definitely recommend this event as a day out.










Le canzoni







Some Italian music, all women, great artists...

1. Patty Pravo- Raggazo Triste
2. Caterina Caselli-Insieme a te non ci sto più
3.Mia Martini- Mineutto
4.Gianna Nannini- Fotoromanza
5.Ornella Vanoni-Senza Fine

Playlist put together with the help of my friend Albi.

Io sto imparando

Il lunedi,  io seguo un corso di lingue di italiano.  Ho ancora tanto da imparare. 
On Monday, I follow an Italian course. I still have a lot to learn.

Le immagini da Milano, 2011

 Vespa


La Mostra- The exhibition
 Le Biciclette- The bicycles
You can hire these to ride around the city. An Italian version of our 'Boris Bikes'.
 L'arancia gassata- Fanta, Fizzy Orange (and dirty dinner plates ;-p)
 Cioccolata calda- Hot chocolate
 Biglietti- Tickets
 Viale- Avenue

L'albergo- Hotel

Images from Milan,2011

After  university I decided to carry out activities that were pending on my post-graduation to-do list, one of these tasks was to learn a new language. I chose to study Italian because I had a wonderful time holidaying there last year and I really love eating Italian food. My journey of learning the Italian language has been good so far because I always devote 15 minutes a day to practice what I have already learned. I always try different ways of revising new words, grammar ... so the passion does not wear thin. I enhance my learning experience by:

1)Following Transparent language Italian on Twitter and reading their blog
2)Practicing activities on the BBC's Italian language site
3)Watching Commissario Montalbano
4)Reading parts of La Reppublica
5)Listening to Italian songs                                  
                                                                              Nada


Noemi


So I challenge everyone reading this blog to learn a new language or something you have always wanted to learn and stick to it!

Ciao tutti.

Funny Pai Pai





 On top of the fridge!

 Lick lick!

Eyes closed tight.

 Cool for the summer.
 
Tug of war.

 
In Reading?

 Close up.

My cat can be hilarious sometimes.

Piccola Italia

Ciao!

Having read a reasonable review about Piccola Italia, in the local newspaper, I wanted to taste and see firsthand. My experience was disappointing; the food was terrible and overpriced! The only saving grace was that the restaurant looked authentic and that one member of staff spoke to me in Italian (bearing in mind that they had no prior knowledge of my Italian speaking skills). This   transported me. Also, I found the pizza face on the table outside quite amusing! And it certainly did grab the attention of school children passing by.

Food Diary


Having graduated, I am taking out time to visit places in and around the city. I have been eating out considerably more than I ought to, but this has inspired me publish posts that document where I have munched, dined and whined at.

I had been introduced to TAS by, Sophie, a good friend of mine about 3 years ago. I have always enjoyed Turkish cuisine but these chains of TAS restaurants are exception!  It was good to revisit after such a long time for one does not want to lose that novel, special feeling. I must say that the decor is perfection in that it ‘transports’ you to Turkey. I love how a rug is thrown on a stand by the door giving you that instant ‘welcome home’ feeling; nonetheless the place has an elegant ambience.

Below are pictures of dishes that my friend and I consumed, at EV, on celebrating his 23rd birthday.

Apéritif

After making yourself comfortable, you are asked if you would like some homemade bread, (which no-one in their right mind would refuse). The bread; soft, spongy in texture with sesame seeds scattered on top, is accompanied by olives and a creamy delicious yogurt dip so delicately enhanced by a flavoursome selection of herbs.

Starters

Sebzeli Köfte (Falafel) :Ground chickpeas and broad beans tossed in spices, deep fried and served with tahini sauce and salad. The Falafel was so crispy and all the ingredients in it were perfectly balanced, the coolness and smoothness of the sauce was delightful. I really liked the use of parsley in the salad.

Mains
Ispanakli Patates: Spinach, baby potatoes, fresh tomatoes and leeks.
 This portion was huge; the plates are massive, which was totally unexpected,  but I am not going to complain as this mean was incredibly delicious and well worth the money!

Overall, a delectable experience: the food was served on time,every dish was mouth watering and enjoyable. You must visit, in fact a few weeks later I took another friend to TAS in Farringdon and he also enjoyed the dishes served there. Unfortunately, I do not have any photographs of that time. Anyway, keep reading for more of my food diaries.

Moussaka