Ambient Antidotes
Nicole Beck, Louise Green, Elizabeth Lewin, Stella Shi
Elizabeth Lewin
During times of lockdown and isolation, never has it been more important to nurture our own mental health and to each day re-centre positively to a space of calm and comfort – a space that does not pose challenges and one that creates contemplative moments of joy and peace in our hearts.
Our world is engulfed by uncertainties beyond our control as we live in an anxiety fuelled era, one where the pandemic has amplified isolation, stress and mental and physical health challenges. One where psychologists can’t keep pace with the demand for their services. One where news feeds are dominated by the global death and economic destruction wreaked by COVID-19 and the perpetuating lockdowns in our hometowns.
As students in the Masters in Curating and Cultural Leadership, we share our personal examples of ambient content that brings tranquillity or joyfulness to our beings after a stressful day or one where anxiety intrudes. We embrace a breadth of ambient content from paintings, movies, music, television series, video art, Instagram feeds, poetry and beyond. We seek the soothing, calming, peaceful, and relaxed antidote to the unwanted effects we may be experiencing in these current times.
We have also asked our friends who are artists, curators and cultural leaders to share what brings a smile to their face or peace in their hearts and minds after a challenging day and why it resonates with them.
Tony Albert
Artist, Trustee of Art Gallery of NSW. First Indigenous Trustee of the Art Gallery of NSW.
“I feel fortunate to live in a multi-generational home, so my answer to this is ‘family'. Given my home circumstances and living as an out of home cultural carer is rewarding but also difficult. I have multiple children's literature about diverse families and alternate ways of living and being. As an adult I am so grateful for the amount of incredible literature available that extends beyond the idea of a nuclear family dynamic. Reading these books to the children in my family gives me so much joy and hope for their futures.”
Tony fosters a little boy. Tony’s sister and brother in-law also foster a little girl.
Books :
Artist, Trustee of Art Gallery of NSW. First Indigenous Trustee of the Art Gallery of NSW.
“I feel fortunate to live in a multi-generational home, so my answer to this is ‘family'. Given my home circumstances and living as an out of home cultural carer is rewarding but also difficult. I have multiple children's literature about diverse families and alternate ways of living and being. As an adult I am so grateful for the amount of incredible literature available that extends beyond the idea of a nuclear family dynamic. Reading these books to the children in my family gives me so much joy and hope for their futures.”
Tony fosters a little boy. Tony’s sister and brother in-law also foster a little girl.
Books :
- Life Doesn't Frighten Me by Maya Angelou, Paintings by Jean-Michel Basquiat,
- We are Family by Patricia Hegarty
- All are Welcome by Alexandra Penfold and Suzanne Kaufman
John Kaldor
Founder, Kaldor Public Arts Projects which for 50 years has created ground breaking projects such as the seminal Wrapped Coast by Christo and Jean-Claude at Little Bay, Sydney in 1969. http://kaldorartprojects.org.au/
“When you have a tree that smiles at you with the rays of the setting sun, what is important and lasting falls into place.”
“When you see someone who brings a smile to your eyes.”
Founder, Kaldor Public Arts Projects which for 50 years has created ground breaking projects such as the seminal Wrapped Coast by Christo and Jean-Claude at Little Bay, Sydney in 1969. http://kaldorartprojects.org.au/
“When you have a tree that smiles at you with the rays of the setting sun, what is important and lasting falls into place.”
“When you see someone who brings a smile to your eyes.”
Wrapped Coast - One Million Square Feet, Little Bay, Sydney, Australia (1968 - 69). Photo: Harry Shunk
Sunil Badami
bon vivant, raconteur and flâneur, writer, performer, broadcaster, academic and storyteller.
What content do you engage with that brings a smile to you face or peace in your hearts and minds after a challenging day?
As a writer, I cannot listen to words with music. Often, as I work, I’ll listen to the same hard driving dance music that I listen to when I’m exercising. It overcomes much of the drudgery of writing — the switching between screens and sources, the cutting and pasting, the typing and editing — so that my mind is relatively free to keep thinking that one sentence, or paragraph, or chapter ahead.
But when I finish work, and I am still — even though my mind and heart are still racing in that discombobulating inertia between speed and stop — I listen to the great mystical musician Turiyasangitananda, the artist formerly known as Alice Coltrane. Fusing bebop jazz and sacred Hindu music, her songs, as critic Jenn Pelly observes, "make you feel connected to yourself and the world with preternatural clarity. They make you believe things you otherwise wouldn’t; they may even facilitate the process of temporarily suspending fear.” Her music fills my soul as it calms my restless mind and my skittering heart.
Do you have a sentence or two as to why it resonates with you?
Perhaps it’s because as I’ve gotten older, and perhaps a little wiser, and I am starting to understand how my mother felt when in my thoughtless, callow youth, I disregarded her Indian heritage and its culture as the past, something best forgotten, as I disavowed our Indianness as I sought to assert and prove my Australianness, as I try to share some of that ancient beauty with my children, who are just as dismissive and more attracted to the shiny, noisy superficiality of the internet.
Listening to Turiya’s calm, powerful voice and the shimmering melodies of her music, in which you cannot predict where it will go, and must just sit with it, and in the moment, is a profound reminder that now, especially now, when the fallacy of certainty has been swept aside by the pandemic, that the past — and the moment — are far more important then ever before.
bon vivant, raconteur and flâneur, writer, performer, broadcaster, academic and storyteller.
What content do you engage with that brings a smile to you face or peace in your hearts and minds after a challenging day?
As a writer, I cannot listen to words with music. Often, as I work, I’ll listen to the same hard driving dance music that I listen to when I’m exercising. It overcomes much of the drudgery of writing — the switching between screens and sources, the cutting and pasting, the typing and editing — so that my mind is relatively free to keep thinking that one sentence, or paragraph, or chapter ahead.
But when I finish work, and I am still — even though my mind and heart are still racing in that discombobulating inertia between speed and stop — I listen to the great mystical musician Turiyasangitananda, the artist formerly known as Alice Coltrane. Fusing bebop jazz and sacred Hindu music, her songs, as critic Jenn Pelly observes, "make you feel connected to yourself and the world with preternatural clarity. They make you believe things you otherwise wouldn’t; they may even facilitate the process of temporarily suspending fear.” Her music fills my soul as it calms my restless mind and my skittering heart.
Do you have a sentence or two as to why it resonates with you?
Perhaps it’s because as I’ve gotten older, and perhaps a little wiser, and I am starting to understand how my mother felt when in my thoughtless, callow youth, I disregarded her Indian heritage and its culture as the past, something best forgotten, as I disavowed our Indianness as I sought to assert and prove my Australianness, as I try to share some of that ancient beauty with my children, who are just as dismissive and more attracted to the shiny, noisy superficiality of the internet.
Listening to Turiya’s calm, powerful voice and the shimmering melodies of her music, in which you cannot predict where it will go, and must just sit with it, and in the moment, is a profound reminder that now, especially now, when the fallacy of certainty has been swept aside by the pandemic, that the past — and the moment — are far more important then ever before.
Isobel Parker Philip
Isobel Parker Philip is the Senior Curator, Contemporary Art at the Art Gallery of New South Wales. Previously Curator of Photography. In 2017 she was the coordinating curator of Robert Mapplethorpe : the perfect medium. In 2019 she was the AGNSW’s representative curator for the second edition of ‘The National: New Australian Art’. Many of her past curatorial projects have addressed the complexity and elasticity of the photographic medium and include ‘Hold still: The Photographic Performance’ (2018) and Hyper-linked 2020 and Shadow Catchers (2020).
What brings a smile to you face or peace in your hearts and minds after a challenging day and why does it resonate with you?
Ronnie van Hout’s Handwalk has been on my mind a lot lately. It’s a playful yet poignant study of connection and loneliness. An anthropomorphic hand navigates a surreal and empty landscape, wandering aimlessly back and forth before it encounters another hand; it’s double and mirror image. The two hands – a united pair – touch each other tentatively and then begin to dance. But then the dance abruptly ends and the partner disappears. With the current moment as its backdrop, this work has made me so conscious of the nuances and delicacy of our social interactions; our hesitations, our joy, our loss.
https://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/collection/works/234.2016/
Emergence or Escapism: The Transformative Role of Ambience
Nicole Beck
- P. Sherburne, ‘The 16 Best Ambient Albums of 2020’, Pitchfork, 23 December 2020, https://pitchfork.com/features/lists-and-guides/best-ambient-music-2020/.
- K. Chayka, ‘“Emily in Pars” and the rise of ambient TV’, The New Yorker, 16 November 2020, https://www.newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/emily-in-paris-and-the-rise-of-ambient-tv.
- V. L. F., Szabo, ‘Ambient Music as Popular Genre: Historiography, Interpretation, Critique, B.a. diss., Cleveland, Ohio, 2015, pp. iii.
- K. Chayka, ‘“Emily in Pars” and the rise of ambient TV’, The New Yorker, 16 November 2020, https://www.newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/emily-in-paris-and-the-rise-of-ambient-tv.
- ibid.
Popular and contentious Netflix show Emily in Paris has just been nominated for an Emmy for ‘Outstanding Comedy Series’, which isn’t its first prestigious award nomination. I first heard of the show sometime last year when I overheard my boss (a gallery director) confessing to watching the first season in its entirety, despite claiming it to be void of any substance. They described it as ‘ambient television’.
In my realm of cultural engagement, 'ambient’ had been a word linked exclusively to ambient music, a genre I have a deep affection for. I gravitate to ambient music in anxious times or during long periods of studying. It’s my soundtrack for 9pm stretching, 5am homecoming teas and 10am commuting. My ever-growing love for this genre is shared by some, but confusing to many. ‘Boring’ is the descriptor I hear most from those who are adverse. My partner once confessed to me, "I feel like I’m just waiting for it to go somewhere and it just never does”. I see this disillusionment as a response to a disconnect with the familiar. Common to many listening practices is a certain pace, melodic presence and compositional flow. None of which are consistent in the ambient genre. Why is it then that some of us gravitate to ambience?
In Pitchfork’s list for best ambient music of 2020 writer Philip Sherburne introduction reads: ‘More than any other genre, ambient frequently offers a kind of emotional blank slate, and its very featurelessness suits listeners in search of wildly divergent things: solace, transport, or even simple numbness’. (1) What one finds ‘boring’ another finds expansive, autonomous, inspiring - finding comfort in this sonic ‘featurelessness’. As musician Brian Eno claims, who coined the term ‘ambient music’, the genre is ‘as ignorable as it is interesting’. (2) Ambient makes no attempts to dictate, control or force a state of mind, but rather gives space to whatever must emerge.
If a feeling of presence is innate to ambient music, then why is ambient television predicated on escapism? Its generic vacancy does little to teleport viewers into alternate worlds, but instead lands us in a more meaningless world than our own. In a scathing discussion in the New Yorker about Emily in Paris and ambient television, Kyle Chayka writes the show’s purpose ‘is to provide a sympathetic background for staring at your phone’, further describing the show as pure placidity. (4) ‘Emily in Paris’ is so vanilla and predictable that if you disengage with the plot, there is simply no risk of confusion. Chayka states the genre ‘aims to erase thought entirely, smoothing any disruptive texture or dissonance’. (5) Emily in Paris, and ambient television more widely, is so completely unchallenging and boring that it permits and even encourages your withdrawal.
I’m confronted by the use of ambient in such paradoxical capacities with disparate outcomes. Engagement with ambient music is seen as intimidating to some - high-brow, too artistic, alienating, more akin to Arthouse cinema than Hollywood. Conversely, ambient television is so un-ruffling that it is perceived as nothing more than a useless time eater. We watch ambient television to switch off, to be unchallenged, to justify dual screen use. We listen to ambient music to empty our minds and create space for what needs to pour in. Is ambience about escapism or emergence?
Perhaps being numbed by dissonance or being relaxed into an open-minded state of presence, are just better and worse ways of achieving some form of relaxation. Switching off by erasing thoughts or creating a peaceful state to embrace thoughts (if they choose to appear), can both counter discomfort, anxiety or fatigue.
Despite the potential value of consuming ambient television, I will, however, encourage you to listen to some William Basinski or Brian Eno or Fia Fiell when you’re next craving narrative emptiness. Take the time to sink into your surroundings rather than cloud them. Allow yourself to unwind with that naturally occurring autonomy of thought. However, full disclosure, I watched season one of ‘Emily in Paris’ too… I guess it’s healthy to run away occasionally?
Review: Botticelli to Van Gogh: Masterpieces from the National Gallery, London at National Gallery of Australia, Canberra
by Yueying, Shi (Stella)
Due to the unpredictable nature of Covid 19 related lockdowns in Australia, many tourist places have been closed for extended periods in the last eighteen months for public safety reasons, which posed a dilemma to enjoy a holiday. Fortunately, Canberra's National Gallery of Australia was open for an existing exhibition to include displaying Van Gogh’s : Sunflowers (1888). I have imaged different environments and situations of meeting these masterpieces several times, which were only displayed in the archives or the practical art book before. Hence, Canberra became my target tourist destination because of this display of these masterpieces.
This exhibition audiences are diverse and looking forward to approaching the artworks as close as possible and taking some lovely photos to post on their social media accounts. Because it is rare to observe these original artworks, these photos and videos could prove this theatrical experience. However, after taking photos, I am more focused on my emotive reactions while observing these rare original artworks in their physical presence. The behaviour evokes the concept of the ‘aura’ in my memories. Digital recordings cannot replace the effect of experiencing the original artworks due to the 'authenticities', contributing to pondering the most significant differences between the aura of the original work, and digital recordings by audiences and the photos from archives. Archival photos in art museums should be accessible resources to enhance the public's understanding of artists, masterpieces, and artworks in their many dimensions. Nevertheless, the moment of watching the original artworks and the following impressions can not be replaced by these ‘imitations’. In light of this, the emotional moment and effect of being in the physical presence of a rare masterpiece is unique to each person, which might not be purchased from other places. For instance, there was a real sense of happiness and wonder that I experienced during this visit. When I look at pictures of those masterpieces again, it immediately draws me into a positive frame of mind as I recall the emotions I experienced on that day.
Moreover, Covid-19 restrictions have negatively impacted society and have imposed many challenges on people, including the challenges of isolation and mental health. Art therapy can play an essential role in addressing anxiety and seeking solace or joy in the beauty or complexity of art in all its forms. This could be the reason why this charged exhibition is so popular with audiences who may wish to experience a ray of sunshine after the lengthy period of dismal news.
The Sunflower (Van Gogh, 1888) not only is a great oil painting recognised throughout the world, it is also a bright object to encourage its audiences via its fabulous colours. These colours evoke connections with warm and soothing environments, such as sunshine in the afternoon in a peaceful garden. It may help reduce tension from difficulties during this period. For me, when I was observing the original artworks, ‘You are my sunshine. My lovely sunshine.’ began circulating in my mind. I hum this song all day due to the pleasure from these masterpieces.I will never forget how beautiful I felt that day.
The photos of these masterpieces help me rekindle the memory of happiness as I recall my marvellous experience at the exhibition. With Sydney in lockdown again, I delve into my treasure chest of memories of visiting amazing art works such as Sunflowers (1888), to appease my anxiety and re-centre into a positive state of mind.
NGA, 2021. Botticelli to Van Gogh. [online] Nga.gov.au. Available at: <https://nga.gov.au/masterpieces/> [Accessed 14 July 2021].
When I am there, I am not here.
Louise Green
1989. Greater Union Pitt Street. Cinema Paradiso, a foreign language film. My first. My Ancient History teacher took a bunch of the Year 9 English/History students to “open up our western suburbs minds to the rest of the world” (in those days you could say that). It worked. But not just to learn how to read subtitles. It was a catalyst. Perhaps a defining moment? I found that space where I could just be. I’ll call it modern meditation. When I am there, I am not here.
1995. London. A four-bedroom share-house with 17 people. The pace was frenetic. Work, study, parties, boys, weekend trips to Paris. Dirty, grey, cold. Frozen clothes on the line. Why did we hang them outside? Two-minute noodles with cheese and broccoli. Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol. Sunday night drinks? Monday night drinks? Sure! A movie theatre on a Saturday afternoon. Always on my own. A sigh of relief. I used to go early to get ‘my seat’. It usually worked but once I had to move up for other people. I was devastated but I pushed through. The rest, the other of my life, was outside the cinema doors and I wasn’t ready for it yet.
A friend once asked “Aren’t you embarrassed going on your own? Don’t you want to have someone to talk about the movie to afterwards?”
No.
The lights dim. It’s dark now. The door creaks closed. I have my coffee. I’m ready. A person comes in late and CAN’T FIND THEIR SEAT. My anxiety peaks. Their seat is found and everything is back to being safe. I like it when people are there on their own and they laugh, stifled and self-consciously. I want to say ‘it’s okay, please laugh loudly. It was funny, wasn’t it?’ But I don’t, because you can’t talk in the movies. That’s the whole point of going isn’t it? The Quiet. The negative space. Unaccounted-for time, like the days between Christmas and New Year. The intense sensation of stolen, hidden moments. Intense, because I am there, not here.
And you know where here is. Here is where your phone is on and you are available to take a call.
2021. When I walk into a gallery or a museum, the affect is there as well. It is immanent to the place, the space, the objects and the ritual.
No phone.
No tour.
Don’t talk. Just look and think and see.
Make a mental note and google afterwards.
At the AGNSW I always return to the same work. Herbert Bradham’s Breakfast Piece. It calms me. It might be the light. The lightness of the subject and her tranquil gaze; the morning light, the blue and white; the lightness of the object placement, possibly and probably intentionally displayed next to an immense window overlooking Woolloomooloo. Both the viewer and the subject looking out to the light, whilst being shrouded in light. I showed it to a friend recently and they commented that “it was nice”. How dismissive! I felt exposed.
And then I thought ‘keep it to yourself, it’s yours’. IT is not the object. IT is the sensation of the moment. When I am there, I am not here.