Monday, 27 December 2010

this is not a definitive end-of-year highlights list...

An incident in which a woman may or may not have knocked down something or somebody, and then driven off, becomes the starting point in Lucrecia Martel's film The Headless Woman (La Mujer sin Cabeza). Zoë Skoulding's collection of poems Remains of a Future City reflects on our complex and evolving relationship with the European city. Parental fascism, indoctrination, closed societies, under- or mis-information and the violation of language are some of the themes examined memorably in Yorgos Lanthimos' unsettling film Dogtooth (Κυνόδοντας). As part of her installation The Golden Bough in Dublin's Hugh Lane Gallery Katie Holten painted the walls with the 'average colour' of the universe, as determined by astronomers at the John Hopkins University in Baltimore - both the 'incorrect' and the 'correct' versions. derek beaulieu's reading for the Wurm im Apfel series revealed a surprising dimension in conceptual poetry composed through mechanical means. Francis Alÿs' games with cities, international borders and other landscapes was presented as a series of instructions and postcards for the exhibition Le Temps du Sommeil at the Irish Museum of Modern Art (IMMA). Over a decade after publication, I became engrossed in the complexities of J M Coetzee's Disgrace. Another rather late discovery was the music of LCD Soundsystem. A luminous, labyrinthine construction in Carlos Garaicoa's show at IMMA sparked an online publishing initiative of mine currently in the pipeline. My first foray into the world of TV series box-sets led me to the seductive world of Don Draper and his fellow Mad Men. Daniel Miller interviewed artist Artur Żmijewski for the February 2010 issue of Art Monthly magazine; later in the year Żmijewski exhibited at Dublin's Royal Hibernian Academy. Gaspar Noe's Enter the Void attempts to push the boundaries of cinema, and is visually and aurally stunning. An exhibition of outsider art from Japan in the Halle Saint Pierre in Paris (Art Brut Japonaise) had me disoriented. A Selected Poems by Thom Gunn, which I picked up in a second-hand bookshop some time ago, went everywhere with me for most of the year.

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