Category Archives: Art

Review, Horses, Elf Lyons, Pleasance Courtyard, Ed Fringe, By Hannah Goslin

 out of 5 stars (5 / 5)

Elf Lyons is a name I’ve heard around for a long time. All good things, I promise. And is a performer I’ve wanted to see for a long time. So it’s safe to say, I went into this completely blind but very curious.

Lyons welcomes each person at the door which is lovely and unexpected; she is endearing and lovely and already in her clown make up. To do this for each person of this most likely sold out crowd is something in itself.

What comes to pass is every level of absurd, ridiculous, hilarious, dark humoured and insane. And I loved every second. The couple next to me, American tourists, asked if I had seen her before and when I said I hadn’t, they told me they had seen this show as a work in progress and that it would “change my life”. God, weren’t they right.

Lyons takes us through a whistle stop tour of horses, what they did and do for humans, their mythical stories, but retells these in her own way. Pegasus gets new shoes but he’s also going through puberty and so this, while physicality made to look horse-like, comes across in the typical teenage angst. Made up characters boarder stereotypes slightly but again, the way that Lyons embodies them each, physically, vocally, facially is all very different, and entirely her own.

Each story is like a little sketch and each is full of dark, dark humour. And she doesn’t go for the obvious; her tales are her own and absolute comedy genius. To be honest, without all these clever and well formulated stories and characters, Lyons just trotting around for an hour could have kept me entertained alone.

Elf Lyons Horses is unique but comedy perfection and not short of a genius show.

Review, Plewds, Katherine Payne, Summerhall, Ed Fringe, By Hannah Goslin

 out of 5 stars (4 / 5)

Throw together some Queer theatre, clowning, deep therapy, the X Factor and you have Plewds.

Plewds travels through the story of a Queer person as they try to get over a break up, but it’s more than that – it’s about identity, Queer stories and injustices of this.

Katherine Payne starts and ends the show unconventionally, they are very meta throughout, and admit this with not knowing how to start or end the show. The hardest parts, but certainly not the hardest they have experienced. We are taken through high levels of clowning and comedy and then thrown quickly and deeply into reality and despair. This sets us up each time for a roller coaster of emotion and makes the break down of their story even more poignant towards the end.

The characters they create are well constructed, if not clowned versions of stereotypes, helping to deliver the stories but make political and social commentary, A male detective who believes a lesbian interaction is an example of them as “just friends”, continuing to showcase the misconceived ideals through history.

There is of course audience participation (this is fringe) and these elements are just as funny as the pre-planned production. It adds a fantastic layer to the production and the audiences really getting into their tasks brought comedy and a comfortable break in the forth wall.

Plewds has a important message of identity of Queer people and Queer relationships and can resonate with many. But at the same time, it is a lot of fun and full of clown-fuelled comedy.

Review, A Brief History of Difference, Mr and Mrs Clark/DAR, Summerhall, Ed Fringe, By Hannah Goslin

 out of 5 stars (5 / 5)

Have you ever felt different? Like you don’t fit in? That something is wrong with you?

Mr and Mrs Clark, with their sterling performer, DAR, take a deep dive into these thoughts and feelings, looking at identity and belonging. By looking at DAR’s life, we see their transition through it and where these questions rose, what they did about it and how they accepted truth.

In the standard Clark way, this performance has every element of intimacy, pulses of high energy, physical theatre and also gentleness. We are welcomed to the space, a space full of items that represent DAR, to include A LOT of pigeon items (one of my fav). DAR meets with each of us as an old friend, welcoming us and interacting very informally. We are being welcomed into a safe space and our respect in this is paramount to allow the performance to go ahead.

DAR takes us through their life, from items around the room and their meaning, to short stories they have written at poignant parts of life. We see them as they recount their passions and loves which is entirely heartwarming, to the funny and also heart breaking times of trying to fit in as a neurodiverse queer person. While unique to DAR, this is a story many can relate to and resonates deeply.

Audience participation is key and expected, but there is a level of respect and consent in this and it feels warm and inviting. We discuss labels – the good, the bad, the ugly and what they mean. DAR has this very positive approach and so words we would think of negatively, they have a positive spin – it’s an inspiring approach and we take this with gusto.

Then comes the pockets of physicality or level changing, from physical theatre pieces to DAR’s favourite music, spoken word at a fast pace at the mic or a moment of playing the bass. This heightens the performance in theatricality and breaks us a little from the comfortable lull we feel here in DAR’s room with them. The movements are visually stunning, with DAR clearly enjoying themselves and in the moment, pulling faces or closing their eyes to enjoy. They are representative yet abstract, making this a perfect bit of physical interlude.

As always, Mr and Mrs Clark’s work is something of inspiration and perfection. It is quintessentially Welsh in its approach, as I always say, that Welsh theatre is something so unique, different and avant-guard. DAR is a brilliant performer and it was a pleasure to go on a journey with them, finding themselves and resonating with many.

Review, Swamplesque, Trigger Happy Productions, Assembly Main Hall, Ed Fringe, By Hannah Goslin

 out of 5 stars (5 / 5)

Rarely have I been in a situation when a review is hard to write because it is such perfection. 

I very much booked this on a whim; I saw plenty talking about this, from fringe contemporaries to general public and as a cabaret, burlesque obsessive and millenial who grew up with and watches Shrek on repeat for comfort, I also couldn’t resist. 

Most burlesque shows run for a couple of hours, with interval and presenters. But at Fringe, this isn’t an option and actually, the consistant pace the show is forced into just helps with keeping the laughter coming. Not that there is a problem with that in the first place. 

As the name suggests, this burlesque show is a satirical take, with drag, burlesque, rude jokes and phenominal singing of Shrek, condensed to one hour with highlight triggers. From pop culture references or if you have just seen Shrek an ungodly amount of time, you’re already speaking the words along with the audio; the surprises and their take on them are all the more funny with extensive knowledge and they have chosen something so brilliant to be creative and get the audience going. 

Transitions are smooth and we are thrown in from the start. Innuendo is writhe and the little details to create jokes are well planned and thought out. And the actual skill of the performers is a gold star – they are professional, having fun and extremley talented. I have probably never been to a show when, the next act comes on and i’m laughing at the sheer impressiveness of their choice and conduct or saying “No F***ing way!”. I was entirely engaged and so was every audience member, by the sounds of the cheers, the singing along, the laughter and clapping. It’s a wonder the Assembly Main Hall is still in tact. 

Swamplesque is everything I wanted it to be and more. Not a foot wrong, so extremely clever in execution, creation and thought, they were meticulous in their choices and artistic direction and I had THE BEST time. Now to go away and question all my thoughts and feelings…

Review, FAMEHUNGRY, Louise Orwin, Summerhall, Ed Fringe, By Hannah Goslin

 out of 5 stars (5 / 5)

Tik Tok and social media has taken over our lives. I’ve not escaped this, despite my “I don’t do insta” or “I’ll never go on Tik Tok”… trying to be cool, “old” and against the grain but I caved long ago. And owning it in embarrassment. More only as a voyeur and posting adventures. 

Performance artist Louise Orwin takes this concept and runs the other way with it. As a known (at times) controversial artist (and trust when I say that with entire adoration), Orwin looks at her years of life while in her late 30’s and her choices, other’s choices and the world and asks – did she do all of this to be famous? And is it too late to still be famous?

She begins this as an obscure social experiment. Those who do use Tik Tok will instantly recognise the absurdity she conducts as the usual on this platform but others may think she has either lost her mind or doing some avant-garde performance. The former is felt by 800+ people at the time, as we realise she is live on Tik Tok and performing. Some actively say she needs help; some can’t believe what they are seeing; some think she’s an icon; some are blowing her cover and announcing it is a performance. This live, changeable interaction is likely new every night but also likely to be the same sentiments. When she does anything against the community rules of the app, she gets kicked off Tik Tok, all too soon. She was only licking a lollipop! But there’s jeopardy to this approach and anything could happen. 

To the side of the stage is a pink haired person on a screen – Jax. Jax comes fom working with Orwin outside of the show and eventually, is her “guru” in all things gen z and Tik Tok. Jax has a huge following and the discourse of how this was achieved is discussed, touching upon how children are sexualised on the app and almost forced to grow up all too quickly. But is it for money? Not really. Recognition? Not really. Fame? Who knows. Orwin balances these thoughts between action on stage, on screens and with a written commentary noting projected at the back on forced performance, and uneasy feelings about her life on the web. 

Orwin is frank and open, clear about the complexities in her head but also brings high-level physical theatre to the stage – all live to not only us but random people on an app – and interestingly, after getting kicked off and using another account, simply running on a treadmill racks those likes back up again. Tik Tok is now this bizarre world wide phenomenon that Orwin has been doing on stage for years. Is it competition? Will it make her famous?

With intense spoken word, the physicality and all the existential discussion around the topic, FAMEHUNGRY is entirely captivating. It is thought provoking, perfection and sheer brilliance. And is raising the important questions with no final conclusion at the end – because to go against the grain is to be left behind, but to go with it creates an uncomfortable feeling. What do they decide to do? Just to keep going. Because, what else is there?

Review: The Adventure Zone The Suffering Game by Sian Thomas

5 Stars

The Adventure Zone: The Suffering Game is the newest release in the TAZ Graphic Novel series, a book series spun from their first iteration of the story, through playing DND for a podcast. I’ve loved this podcast since I first heard it, and it’s incredible to relive and re-experience the story with a fresh new look and some changes to the story after time has elapsed.

Suffering Game is the sixth book in the series of (what I think will be) seven total, and the sixth arc of seven in the podcast’s original storytelling. And though my softest spot is for TAZ: The Eleventh Hour (which is arc five), this is a close second. The ramping tension and upheaval of the stakes in this arc is fantastic, and I love how well it was put to paper in this novel.

The art and transition to paper that this arc takes is fantastic; the drawings and attention to detail is done to an exceptionally high standard, and the movement of the story into book form is really well done. That being said, there are some omissions in the book from the original podcast story, and some of them are moment that I miss greatly, but understand wholeheartedly why they were removed. A lot of it is to do with streamlining, naturally, and things like “trimming the fat”, but it was “the fat” that I liked the taste of best. There are things removed from the character’s arc that I understand – removing these aspects is fine since they technically don’t lead anywhere. They’re superficial aspects (character’s looks being sacrificed to the game, character backstory going unexplored) because, ultimately, they don’t serve any purpose in the finale or wider story. Which is fine. Except for, I miss them. But it is fine.

This story as a whole means a lot to me, I’ve always really enjoyed it, and I still do. I like it in both audio and visual form. The art by Carey Pietsch is fantastic (as it always has been), and the writing works brilliantly to invoke its origins, keep the pace, and make you laugh. Which it does!

It’s an excellent graphic novel – though maybe not as an entry to the series (would be hard to start a series at the penultimate!). Though I think that part of my five stars comes from nostalgia and old love for the material, I still think it deserves that ranking. It’s a great book, an easy read; the art is fantastic and it’s fun to look for the small details across every page.

Sian Thomas

Cynon Valley Museum, Myth of Women Exhibition

Do not take Women for granted. Let us celebrate International Women’s Day. Women can be strong; they can be bold. The time is now.

Take a moment out of your busy day and visit the Cynon Valley Museum Aberdare as it presents the work of Alix Edwards (Alix Edwards visual artist & writer artography) and her KICKASS “Myth of Women” Exhibition.

Take heed, these are visually strong paintings of women, shown stunningly in vibrant colours resilient in their quests. Women who have battled the extremes of Humankind, illuminated shining and intense through the atmospheric power of this talented artist and storyteller of myths and truths

The vitality of pure brushstrokes hold the attention crying out for the legendary stories to be told. It is the black and white stretched so neatly into the full spectrum of colours. A kaleidoscope entwining mystery and magic

The names may be familiar with many attributed to the bardic Tales of Taliesen, others by their Martyrdom.

Ceridwen, Gwladys, Gwen, Nest, Winifred, Ffraid, Gwraig Anwn, Rhiannon and Gwenllian. Think of the strength and resilience of Gwenllian who fought when pregnant, her abdomen shown in the painting comparable to a shield protecting the future generation. The beheaded Winifred and the Rhondda Valleys’ own “Our Lady of Penrhys”.

There is the poignant reflection of the Magdalen Laundries in the accompanying paintings entitled “Babies”. You can sense the urgency of the lost children to be found, feel the cutting words and wounds that come with the sorrow of memories. The stains of injustice.

The fire is lit encompassing all these women as the forerunners of the suffragettes, the women who took on the jobs of men during the two world wars, the Greenham common protest, helping to launch the first space journey to the Moon, the first computer, the foundation of the Wireless connection Wi-Fi and the GPS system, the structure of DNA. A baton has been handed over for other women to blaze a new trail

The Myth of Women Exhibition calls out Women be strong, define yourself, be brave, speak out against ignorance, be beautiful, remind yourself you are unique, the power and the pride BE YOU

Do not take women for granted, do not forget that it was Adam who was left with the apple lodged in his throat.

This Exhibition is presented at the Cynon Valley Museum until Saturday 30 March.

Events ongoing at the Cynon Valley Museum please see their Website/Facebook for details.

In Aberdare and the Rhondda Fach Avant Cymru theatre company will present The Silent Volunteer by Sue Bevan at St Elvan’s Church on Thursday, 11 April and at Tylorstown Welfare Hall and Institute on Friday, 12 April. Performances at both venues are at 2 pm and 7 pm. Please see Avant Cymru website for more information and tickets In YOUR area within a short distance or a bus ride.

Review: Yoko Ono: Music of the Mind, Tate Modern, London by James Ellis

 out of 5 stars (3 / 5)

It’s staggering the amount of hate Yoko Ono gets. Wrongfully blamed for breaking up The Beatles, after getting with John Lennon, she and her art has been mocked, judged and dismissed. In the biggest UK show to date, The Tate sets the record straight.

As we arrive before entering the space, we can leave notes on wish trees, one of many Japanese inspired ideas in her art. A video of her eye permeating the threshold to entry, we hear her on the phone and read tiny messages from personally. There is a vivid video of a match being struck, her work on fire may hark back to her escape from fire bombs of the Tokyo of her childhood. An escape to the countryside and the sky bring an influence is also essential.

We as the audience can take part in her work: doss around in a black bag, hammer a nail to a block of wood, walk over the canvas itself. The taking part is fun, though I think the chance for more than one person at a time would be encouraged. Her time in Japan, London and New York sees her ideas form and thrive, there is plenty of poetry and jokes. Collabs with John Cage and his partner David Tudor are also excellent. Getting a chance to hear this was a highlight. The video of bottoms is also telling and nicely filmed.

You can sit and watch the infamous Sit in Bed Piece with Lennon, creating your own art as you do. Listen to her music back catalogue, take a piece of jigsaw from a helmet for peace. Yoko asks us to create the art in our own minds, as we are given many prompts to do so. The idea of peace has been so important to her for years and now her messages are more important than ever. We got to draw in a room with a refuge boat. I showed off my Giotto circle. Children felt like they could muck in, which was lovely. A girl amused me saying she was scared when I was engulfed by the bag. It’s almost a burqa, the imagery is very similar.

I’m down to come back and muck about more, though I doubt the naysayers will be moved.

Yoko Ono: Music of the Mind runs at the Tate Modern till 1st September 2024

Review, Marina Abramović: The House with the Ocean View, Royal Academy of Art, London by James Ellis 

Photo credit: Royal Academy of Arts, London/David Parry

 out of 5 stars (5 / 5)
Marina Abramović has now been in London for some months. This performance artist who brought the form to the mainstream, has been collaborating with some of the city’s big institutions: English National Opera, Southbank Centre and more. Her fascinating exhibition at the Royal Academy of Art has gotten loads of attendees. It was her birthday a not long ago and even one of her photos at Phillips Auctions sold for over £58,000. There is much going on…

From 2002 comes The House with the Ocean View a durational piece where Marina lived in the gallery for 12 full days. Only allowed water, no food or talking or writing, people flocked to her as if for guidance. Let’s not forget this was in the aftermath of 9/11. After loving the show in London there were three chances to catch this piece, with three separate artists, all of which taught under the Abramović method. Firstly, it was Elke Luyten and now it was the time of Kira O’Reilly..

I wanted to spend as much time in the space as possible. I arrived around 10:30ish briskly past the masses in the exhibition to make my way to the end of the gallery. The space for The House, had one man who appeared to be meditating, I sat near him upon the wooden benches, with huge crystals both sides. Security kept up their demand of no photos. Kira, who appeared to be sleeping on her wooden bed, with a crystal slab as a pillow, similar to what he could try earlier in the exhibit. It was a quiet air within the space. For one unforgettable moment, Kira turned her head very slowly and gazed upon myself and the other gentlemen. This was the start of her last day in the gallery.

Gradually she rose, filled up a glass of water from her personal tap to the brim and carefully walked around the space so there would be no spillage. This almost Zen feel to the room was incredibly calming, just what I needed. Kira would often gently scan the room and share moments with the visitors. Through it all, it was her smile I’ll remember most fondly. It was a lovely sharing moment. She played with her hair, the wooden comb one of a few generous offerings. She moved about, altering the tempo of a metronome, one of the lone sounds in the space. My worry was its clacks would haunt me, yet this marker of time felt right and sombre in the space. Humour and horror would also be present thanks to the amazing ladders going up to the house which featured knives as its steps.

During I was in need of lunch, after going around the full show trying out all the hands-on crystal formations. Prior to leaving I saw Kira had placed her table and chair in at an angle in the space, as if hung from the air. We see all this, even in her platform rooms above us. Curiously the one thing absent from Mariana’s instructions for the piece is the telescope which featured in the original duration. I feel it would have added little and was perhaps cut with good intentions.

After being at the Southbank Centre I vowed I would make it just to see the end of Kira’s final half hour in the space. Wading through Xmas shoppers, I made it thanks to the gracious staff at the RA. I was let in, the room now stuffed with people. I sat and within minutes, who would turn up but Marina herself. I was metres away. She got up toward Kira still in her performance state standing and smiling. Marina, overcome, began to cry and then let it all out. It was incredibly touching. I wanted to comfort her. The idea of someone else trying this demanding piece would touch Marina and others. The security said they were closing, and we all gave Kira huge applause for such a feat. It was great to see her again at the end, she looked at me as if to say, ‘You’re back!’

An incredibly invasive film crew disrupted the good vibes, mucking about between artist and Marina. I found it didn’t matter.

Amanda Coogan performs The House with the Ocean at the Royal Academy of Art from 6 to the 17 December 2023.

The full Marina Abramović exhibition continues at the Royal Academy of Art till 1 Jan 2024. 

Review, Frans Hals Exhibition, National Gallery by James Ellis 

 out of 5 stars (4 / 5)

As I gaze upon The Lute Player by Frans Hals (1582-1666), I smirk at at the likeness between myself and the model, who remains a mystery to this day. A friend a few years back showed me the resemblance during our performance of a Shakespeare play. It seemed to me with the longer hair and the costume triggered this semblance of connection. It was fun to pose and try to capture the facial features of someone long dead. I do plan to go back and make myself look even more like the cheeky fella.

Photo credit: James Ellis

Getting that out of the way, this Frans Hals exhibit was simply wonderful. Often overshadowed by the eternal Rembrandt, a fellow Dutch master, time and time avian this show proves the brilliance of Hals. Lovers of more unconventional paintings of the period will stew over this highly emotive and relatable portraits. Staggering for a young man to simply strike a pose that only a bachelor could make of the time. The Portrait of Catharina Hooft and her Nurse is a swell example. Catharina the child, dressed in the most luxurious dress of the era and the nurse who still gets a loving depiction here. It’s one of many masterpieces you’ll see in this gallery.

The aforementioned Lute Player might just be his best, the facial expression and light are heaven sent. The similar Merry Lute Player, the figure gets a highly detailed face that I found myself drawn into. His larger commissions would wow and put light upon the black servants and wriggling children, whom Hals again gives much respect. It’s the elder looking Dutchman in their famous black hoods and massive hats that appear ludicrous in nature. Either looking defeated or fed up, I found it hard not to laugh in this sea of black fabric, white faces and a lone, shocking red-orange stocking of one gentleman.

The Portrait of Jasper Schade that is devilishly detailed and impeccably crafted, later work would show Hals commitment to more wild brush work, near impressionistic in style, through still of its time. Jasper’s proud stance and affirmed glance is the cock-sure male we never lost in society, though its hard not to marvel at his drip (clothes for the older readers out there). A tiny room with miniatures are another joy, children and smaller ideas haunt the space.  A Young Man Holding a Skull is another famous flutter, though the blurb next to the painting says it is not likely to be a depiction of Hamlet, looking at the timeline, I dare say it might be.

A disappointment came when the gift shop was not selling postcards of Hals’ iconic work as singles, but in multi pack. What surprised me the most was the smallness of the exhibition. I did expect it to be a few rooms bigger, though this should not sway anyone to see this genius of the candid, polished portrait.

It runs at the National Gallery till 21st Jan 2024.