The journey of a self-confessed improfessional artist #RichardBolam #BolamProspective #BolamTV

Bolam TV, for what it’s worth.

As an artist, I have taken a very indirect journey to where I am now and, although I have travelled along some of the same paths as others.

I saw a call for conference papers on the subject of “Improfessional practices” in relation to an “artist’s journey”. I don’t write conference papers, I’m not an academic and I generally don’t go to art conferences (except when I am paid to work on them), although I have done on occasion. I don’t know who has coined the term (it’s not a real word), but the idea of being an “improfessional” seems to suit my practice very well. I consider myself to be a professional but I do do not subscribe to many of the established “professional” practices that are understood to be necessary these days, at least in the UK, in order to be considered credible: the minimalist website; the CV of hierarchical milestones; the impenetrable artist’s statement; the academic qualifications.

I was born in 1964 and I was 12 when Punk happened. I was still a child and, although I remember it very well, but it was not until 1978 that I put away childish things and started to look at the world around me. The post-punk period was the cauldron of my cultural education, and in those days, everything seemed possible.

Not only then, but the period 1978-1982 was especially influential on me, not least the anti-establishment sentiment of punk and indie music, but also all the secondary references that its protagonists revealed to me. I would not have discovered the cut-ups technique if I had not heard a radio interview with David Bowie talking about Brion Gysin, nor would I have read William Burroughs if I had not read interviews with Genesis P. Orridge because I was listening to Throbbing Gristle, and I might not have read Gustave Flaubert and Joseph Conrad if I hadn’t gone to the local library, looking for the mentioned books. I was introduced to the concept of political anarchism by listening to the music and reading the lyrics of the punk band Crass.

Of course, I might have discovered those influences elsewhere, but originally it was through a vertically narrow but horizontally infinite field of view of a culturally unguided life that might also be characterized by the idea that I heard expressed first by the author Martin Amis, of the “post-literate” generation. That is, people who gain their primary cultural references from popular media rather than books. I am one of those people, although I also read books. Those two positions are not mutually exclusive but through popular television, rather than academic research, I was introduced to Eduardo Paolozzi, Michael Clarke and Joseph Beuys, amongst many other cultural influences.

My parents encouraged me to do academic subjects at school and actively discouraged me from doing arts subjects, it was all about getting a job. Dinnington Comprehensive School was not the least interested in me, although I’m sure that would have been different if I had been good at football or was likely to win some sort of academic prize for the school. I left school to unemployment in the early 1980s and have drifted ever since, although mostly employed. At the age of 55 I am still not sure what I want to do when I grow up, but what I do know is that I don’t want to conform. I don’t mind working, nor do I mind doing what I am told within the reasonable description of a job for a wage, but that has nothing to do with what I am, although there have been time when I was not so sure.

For a few years in the 1990s, I ran a business writing and selling administration software for schools. With hindsight, I don’t know how I can have been so foolish, but I did it because I found that I could. It turns out I have some aptitude for computer programming but, looking back, that was no reason to think it was a good idea running a business as a platform for a skill that I just happened to have, or at least that I had developed. Unfortunately, running a private business also requires a wide variety of other skills and perspectives in which I was not so blessed.

I spent most of the late 90s trying to kill myself with overwork. But I didn’t, and eventually, after I had gone out of business, followed by a short stint in corporate IT, I asked myself “Is that all there is?”.

I had always been arty but, at that time, never involved in the world of art, and most of the people I mixed with in the 90s were not even indifferent to art, they were downright hostile. In the early 2000s I found myself working in the arts, initially as an IT technician, but got to know artists and art professionals and gradually became involved.

Portrait of the artist as a student (2007)

Work in progress (2007)

In the mid 2000s, having dipped my toes into a number of projects organised by other artists, more professionally involved in the world of art, I got noticed a little bit and was encouraged to apply to do a Master’s Degree in Contemporary Fine Art at Sheffield Hallam University. Despite having no ordinary degree, I was accepted on the course for no more reason, as I was about to find out, that I could pay the fees. I hope things have changed on that course, but my experience was less than ideal. Initially, I attempted to go native and engage as fully as I could with the course but, whereas I thought I was there to taught how to master what I was doing (it’s all in the name), the tutors wanted me to work, think and speak in a way that fitted in with a teachable orthodoxy that had already established itself. Before long I started to part company with the then established professional world of art. I was formed in a cultural world that was fundamentally anti-establishment and anarchistic and I found the formalised nature of academic art study to be both stifling and disingenuous.

I still continue to work in the world of art, as a technician working for other artists, but I no longer take part

A few years ago, I was employed to do some technical production work for an artist who was based at a local studio space. In the reception area of this shared studio space was a display holding a number of small booklets, each one containing information about one of the studio holders, all the same size and format. Nearby was a display of prints for sale, one by each of the same artists, all the same size and all of a similar colour scheme and visual style, and I remember being horrified that a group of individual artists would buy in to such a corporate, homogenous emulsion of mediocrity.

I suppose it was an idea of peer professionalism but I find that consensual conformity fundamentally repellent. I have been involved in group shows before, where all participants are presented with a common starting point, but the most interesting thing about that is the diversity of how artists respond rather than how willing they might be to conform.
And this is where I get to the point. Whereas I had decided never to apply for arts funding again, it’s not because I have given up on the idea of being a professional artist, it’s just that I have lost faith in the competence of the gatekeepers, those professionals who administer the grants and curate the work.

For me, if it has any meaning at all, I take the word “improfessional” to refer to those of us who do not consider ourselves to be “unprofessional”, but choose to do it in a way that does not require us to be a professional in a way that is defined by others, especially whom we consider unqualified to make that distinction.

My own salvation has been to fall back on that do-it-yourself culture, that fuck-you attitude of the post-punk culture, although the world has moved on a great deal since the end of the 1970s.

In 2014 – 2015 I celebrated my own major retrospective at the age of 50, and this turned out to be one of the most productive projects I have ever done.

In 2004, after seeing the major major retrospective of Eduardo Paolozzi’s work to celebrate his 80th year, I had the idea to celebrate my own retrospective in 2014 when I was 50. It was concept that I have used several times since of something that is simultaneously fake and real. It’s fake in the sense that I just thought it up without permission, but also just as real as anyone else’s retrospective show. I produced a lot of work that was a recombination of previous work and, as I was unsure how to proceed to produce a coherent catalogue, I decided not to and started a catalogue as a magazine part-work whose aesthetic and production values were based upon the low quality classified advert magazines that I remember from the 1970s.

The whole project was simultaneously deadly serious but also a monumental piss-take, it was real but I made fun of myself and all the clichés and assumptions that go with the idea of being a professional artist. I didn’t see it coming but Retrospective: Richard Bolam at 50 was the most productive project that I have ever engaged in. Despite its veneer of triviality, it gave me a perspective on my work that I had never seen before, and a directed motivation that I had never experienced before.

I recommend everyone does their own major retrospective in their middle years, unless the overpaid curators and unpaid interns at Tate Modern will do it for you. That’s a lot easier.

There was a major anti-climax after the year of Bolam at 50 but it didn’t last long, and I reminded myself that it was all fake anyway and the date was an arbitrary milestone and so why not do it all again when I’m 60? I have started the process of working towards Bolam at 60 which will be the same but different. The project will run from my 60th birthday in 2024 until the day before my 61st and will be a much more sophisticated than the first iteration. The production values of Bolam at 60 will be based upon much of the professional paid work that I have done over the last 20 years, and will be based upon the look, feel and technology of corporate events and digital signage. Part of that project will be a regular Bolam TV internet television broadcast. Again, this is simultaneously fake and real, I’m just making it up, but that is all anyone else is doing anyway.

Technology has made this all possible on a fairly modest budget. You can start your own internet tv channel with nothing more than a laptop, a webcam and an internet connection, and I see this idea of television to be the modern equivalent of the self-published fanzines and cassette tapes whose production became accessible in the late 1970s.

I know many artists who hate (yes, really hate) the art world but, as an artist friend always reminds me, the art world is not the same as the world of art. Many are afraid to speak out because they think they will exclude themselves from opportunities and funding. I think I’ve already burned too many bridges to worry about that anymore and my own response is DIY. I am not too proud to accept invitations, or even funding, but I decided I would never again write a formal application. I have a studio that I pay for out of my own pocket and I buy my own equipment and materials. If I ever do any gallery shows again, if need be I’ll just pay for that myself. This approach is not without its limitations but I decided to self-fund my work using the money I get from working on corporate events, mostly conferences, and thereby getting corporate business to fund it.

I like the contradiction embodied in the word, and I wonder if this acknowledgement of the validity of being “improfessional” is actually a confession, a realisation that the established, professionalised path is a narrow cul-de-sac that has too many limitations and has excluded too many possibilities?

I’m not sure what response the organisers of this conference are expecting, and they extended the submission deadline by a week, accompanied by an explanation of the term “improfessional practices”, but this is mine.

Richard Bolam 2020

It’s complicated (part 3) – crossing thresholds and the scrapheap challenge – #BolamAt60 #BolamProspective

On the scapheap.

Here’s the game plan. This might sound coherently planned but that is not the way I work at all. I use the full-body immersion technique; I throw myself into whatever it is I think that I’m doing at the time and then thrash about in the murk for however long it takes me to work out what I am doing, allow myself to float up to the surface and skim off whatever scum has accumulated on the surface.

Sounds random but it works for me. Kinda.

I was talking to a friend / fellow artist recently and she described how she makes a plan of how she is going to edit a video. I have never done that, not once, I throw everything on the timeline and watch it (usually whilst listening to random music) until something happens. I’ve never been short of ideas but it never starts with much of a plan.

This is something I won’t miss. The only bit I’m tempted to keep is the foam spacer.

Anyway, after a rather extended period of utter confusion, I have decided what I am going to do next. I’m going to take Bolam TV to the next level.

I have always been a hoarder although I try to fight it, but a few things have happened recently that have pushed me over more than one threshold. On my 50th birthday, I started getting targeted advertising via Facebook for funeral services. No really, that very day. Once I passed the 55 year threshold I received, with no prior warning, an NHS appointment to have an anal endoscopy as part of their routine bowel cancer screening programme. Less than a week ago, when I was picking up my car from the repair garage, I had one of my first experiences of a smiley young woman talking to me as if I was some sort of imbecile, simply because my beard is grey (the text does not convey the pity in her voice):
“It’s in bay 3, on the left. Do you want me to walk you out there?”
“No, thank you.”

How quaint!

I’m not sure what is coming next but an impending major threshold will be when I’m 60 and I have no doubt it will be accompanied by a new raft of reminders of my diminishing responsibility, accelerating mortality and sutability for nothing more than the scrapheap. It’s a sobering experience to know that some people now view you as unnecessary simply due to your age. I am sure I have done it too, but smehow I never thought it would happen to me.

The only appropriate response is to say fuck that.

Despite my own grumpiness about the progressive failure embodied by the human condition, I have decided to board the party boat, celebrate and vapourise, and this is when I get back to the point.

Despite being a lifelong hoarder, the shared approaching mortality of the vintage Macs that I have been saving for years has precipitated a decision to get rid of them, and having crossed that bridge it seems I have opened a floodgate whilst simultaneously mixing metaphors. Lots more stuff is being dumped. When I say dumped, I mean donated to good causes or else responsibly recycled.

90 reams of A4 paper donated to a primary school.

A great pile of stuff. the biggest clearout I’ve had in years.

I have decided to partially clear my studio in order to make into a more functional television studio / impromptu discoteque. The Bolam TV broadcasts I made during Open Up Sheffield 2019 were a major success (as an experiment) despite being very clunky. I’m okay with the clunkiness and I like the reveal of being able to see exactly how everything is done, but at the same time I want to execute it as well as I can within the limits of my budget and ability.

Day two is in two parts because the laptop crapped out on me.

Day three is still not available because it was blocked due to a copyright violation. I played a couple of Madonna videos but they were the ones published by the record company so I effectively ripped them off when the broadcast was finished and published as an archive. I been trying to trim the offending material out and re-publish it but keep coming across a strange error that I have been unable to solve. There’s some good stuff on day three so stand by.

I will also be resurrecting a long-stalled project by the name of Flying Monkey TV which has changed shape a number of times but will resurface as a much more automated timelapse capture system in the studio.

After a rather long gestation, I am under way towards a regular Bolam TV broadcast – don’t expect anything immdiately but imagine a surreal version of Blue Peter for adults with elements of The Muppets Show, Max Headroom, Top of the Pops, After Dark and early Eurotrash, and sometimes not safe for work.

You will be witnesses.

It’s complicated (part 2) – everything must go #BolamAt60 #BolamProspective

Doorstop, anyone?

Not everything. Not nearly everything, actually, but I am having a major clear out.

After many years of largely fruitless hoarding, I have decided to get rid of some things and abandon some projects. Life is short and every day it gets a little shorter and I have to be realistic about what I can achieve with whatever life the good Lord has left for me.

After several years of soul-searching, I have decided to abandon the old Macintosh computers. I have written a bit more about this here.

Mac SE running System 6.0.8 – starts up in a few seconds.

512k of memory.


I can’t deny a certain degree of nostalgia (which I try to resist) for the old Macs, but they are starting to compare very badly with newer, faster and more energy efficient technologies. What’s more, they take up loads of room and a lot of them are starting to fail.

I will be keeping a few, more for reference than anything else, and I have had a few expressions of interest in using the enclosures for non-Mac projects but I will be moving them all on soon, either to other artists or other recycling destinations.

I also have 90+ reams of A4 paper from my Casualty 14-18 installation in 2014 and a load of school poster paint from Rick’s Fast Art Takeaway, which I am going to donate to a local school. Also, I have crates full of electronics components that I was planning to use for various things but these can be donated to an educational charity. Realistically, I don’t have enough years left on this planet to get everything done that I wanted and so I’m going to let some of it go and concentrate on a smaller number of skills and projects.

Sheffield Zine Fest 2019 Saturday 18th May at the Workstation @sheffzinefest #sheffzinefest

Please come and see me, along with many others, at Sheffield Zine Fest 2019. As well as past publications, I will be attempting to crowd-source material for an improvised metazine. I know that doesn’t real mean anything, but I don’t want to spoil the surprise.

Bolam TV – “It’s all about me!” – Open Up Sheffield at Replicast Studios 4, 5, 6 May 2019 #OpenUpSheffield #RichardBolam #OpenStudios

After the world-changing success of Retrospective: Richard Bolam at 50, I have decided to do it all again when I’m 60.

But why?

Why not? The idea for having my own major retrospective came after seeing the Paolozzi at 80 exhibition in Edinburgh in 2004 and I decided to celebrate my own retrospective at what seemed like a significant year. The satirical nature of the project was in no way a criticism of Paolozzi (quite the opposite) or the curation of the show, but I was kind of scandalised by the gift shop. Every last thing that could have been stamped with Paolozzi at 80 was present in the shop; notebooks, pencil erasers, plastic rulers – you name it. But the one thing I wanted was not there – the fat coffee table book that is always produced for such comprehensive retrospectives.

That is what gave me the idea to produce all the memorabilia for my own more modest review. I have never been short of ideas and I produced a lot of stuff but, with hindsight, I allowed myself to get distracted with making new things, even though they were made out of old things, and I took my eye off the ball somewhat. What I should have concentrated on is my own version of that coffee table book. In my case it’s a multi-part magazine produced in the style of the old Exchange & Mart small ads magazine that I used to pore over in the 1970s.

I called mine “Catalogue” and planned to produce 12 issues as a part-work magazine for each month of my year at 50 (with an extra one for some reason I can’t remember at the moment). I only finished the one issue and was very satisfied with the look and feel of it. Afterwards, I realised that was the most important element of the work and should have taken priority over all the other stuff. In what I consider to be a very satisfying symmetry, I failed to produce the one thing that really needed to have been finished.

The end of the year a bit of an anticlimax, and I regretted not finishing the Catalogue. That didn’t last long, and I decided just to do the whole thing again when I’m 60.
A friend asked me what comes after the retrospective and I said obviously the prospective. That is the period we are in now – Prospective: Richard Bolam until 60 and then the next stage will be Metaspective: Richard Bolam at 60 and the countdown begins on my 55th birthday, 24 April 2019. I started preparing for Bolam at 50 a little under two years before and that was nowhere near enough time, so for Bolam at 60, I’m starting five years before.

I will be taking part in Open Up Sheffield 2019 on 4, 5, 6 May at Replicast Art Studios, 5 East Bank Road S2 2RL (opposite the Texaco garage). I am one of a very diverse group of artists in the building, so please come along and say hello. More details to follow.

I will be starting my own live broadcast, internet tv channel, Bolam TV, and the Open Up weekend will be a testbed for my dubious television hosting skills. There might be a few test broadcasts before then, so stay tuned.

The Bolam™ Experience – open studios timelapse video #OpenUpSheffield #RichardBolam

I’ve shot lots of timelapse video in the past, and sometimes I have questioned my own reasoning. It’s works well as documentation, but it’s not always easy to make anything meaningful out of it. As I watched myself pottering about, this time it seemed kind of obvious.

There will probably be a few more to come.

Getting ready for Open Up Sheffield 2018 at Replicast Art Studios #OpenUpSheffield

I have reconfigured my studio to make a bit more space to accommodate the hoards of well-heeled art connoisseurs & rich patrons that will be beating a path to my door in order to throw money at me.

Just kidding.

The garage shelving has turned out to be a good choice. It can be built to half height at 90cm (the same as a kitchen worktop) so I can work standing up, and I have temporarily built two of the benches into a full height unit to make more floorspace.

As I have worked in a lot of different media and covered a lot of subjects, I am planning to present some sort of lucky dip or wheel of fortune in order to bless my possibly meagre audience with a random taste of The Bolam™ Experience. There will also be a Bolam™ micro-supermarket, Disco-X and maybe even an appearance from The New Bank of X.

Please come and see us at the newly-established Replicast Art Studios at 5 East Bank Road S2 2RL (opposite the Texaco garage) on 5, 6 & 7 May 11am – 5pm as part of Open Up Sheffield 2018. We will also be having a launch event on Saturday 5th May 5.30pm – 9.30pm, free entry.

Dress: Fabulous!

In through the out door – Bolam Metaspective #BolamAt60

I decided to do this some time ago, but now is when the work begins in earnest. After the post-event anti-climax passed, I have had time to assess the successes and failures of Retrospective: Richard Bolam at 50 and decided to do the whole thing again when I am 60. It won’t be the same, but it will be in some ways. The work is all in the past and some of the documentation will be the same, but there will also be a lot of new stuff and hopefully a few loose ends tied up that I didn’t have time or resources to complete.

This blog will be my main site for any new work in the intervening years and I will be working towards a year of fun and excitement between April 24 2024 and April 23 2025. If you didn’t see any of the Retrospective stuff, there is an ample blog here:

And there is a new blog for Metaspective: Richard Bolam at 60 here:

There are also a series of BOLAM blogs (see right) that are there to contain various simultaneous projects and there will no doubt be lots more product.

Stay tuned…

Where next, Columbus? #BolamProspective #BolamAt50+3 #Bolam123

It’s a long story, but I took some time off from making and posting stuff everyday. It started as a partially enforced hiatus of five months but became 18 months before Rick’s Fast Art Takeaway in Orchard Square, Sheffield. There’s lot’s more to say and much of my thinking has changed in the last year and a half, but fear not, nothing has gone away. There will be more Playbolams and Bolam101s and Bolam365s and #NUNK etc. I will report on these development at some length, so stay tuned…

In the meantime, Rick’s Fast Art Takeaway is about to end in Orchard Square, and there will be a couple of dates for it at Cupola Gallery in Hillsborough, Sheffield.

More soon.

Life Kills – or – If at first you don’t succeed, post-rationalize #BolamABC

Bolam XXX graphics v1.091

“It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child.” – Pablo Picasso

I don’t know why it took Picasso so long, I was painting like a child by the age of five. Maybe, like me, he shouldn’t have bothered with the Raphael stage.

I’m having an existential moment. Having spent most of my life working with technology to make art and creative things, one of the most satisfying works I’ve made recently involved nothing more than cheap poster paint, scrap paper and skills I learned as a child. It’s not so much old-school as pre-school.

A few weeks ago I began an ill-fated new project.

I had a “brilliant” idea to make a satirical Halloween advent calendar. Each day would be a skulls head, stylistically referencing the Mexican Day of the Dead festival as a satire on the commercialization of cultural events. There’s more of an explanation here.

Halloween 2015 graphics v3.034

I often use Keynote to make graphics. I know it’s not really a graphics application but it is very fast to work with and acts as a digital sketchbook. Also, it is very useful for making multiples that share common elements. However, as a graphics editor it is lacking some things that I miss from other packages, and I wanted to create more complex graphics.

I am not an illustrator or designer, but I did use both Adobe Illustrator and Corel Draw a lot in the past, and I went looking for something similar. I’ll not bore you with all the options but I found iDraw that works both on Mac OS X 10.6.8 and my iPad running iOS 8.x, and has all the missing features I was looking for; layer control, composite vectors, text on a path amongst others. I’m very impressed with it although it crashes now and again, but that might be related to other problems that I and others are having with what appears to be an unresolved memory management issue with 10.6.8.

On the whole, iDraw is very good, but where I made this project unwieldy is that, as an attempt to extend the social media reach of the project, I decided to screen-record myself creating the graphics in order to show both the conceptual thinking and how I was learning to use the software.

“Brilliant”, huh?

Not really. I didn’t realise at first, but simultaneously screen-recording with QuickTime Player 10.0 on my 1.83GHz Intel Core 2 Duo 2Gb Mac had a major performance hit and made the machine quite sluggish, which I initially blamed on iDraw. Anyway, the graphics took so long to make, that it was impacting on other projects and, after the first batch of four which I made beforehand, I was having to make each one on the day and couldn’t get ahead. I hate that tyranny of having to do something rather than as and when, which is how I usually work. What’s more, the amount of mouse wiggling was aggravating the dormant RSI injury in my right shoulder and neck.

So, reluctantly, I decided to abandon the project on day 10. Sometimes you’ve just got to admit defeat. I could have forced it through but it’s only a minor project anyway and I might complete them in time for Halloween next year.

Bolam TV animated ident animation output v1.002

Here is one of the making-of videos for the first 9 (the graphic for the 10th was incomplete because I hit a snag which was the last straw.

Conceptually sound, but practically inept, and the results are nothing more than okay. I think it will work much better when there is a full set. We’ll see.

Anyway, I have always been a hoarder and I’ve always hated waste. And this is why I am still using a first generation MacBook and why I keep all my spoiled inkjet prints.

Although it took me nearly twenty years to get around to it, the “Stained by Dead Inkjets” series of collages used very old-school, pre-digital techniques, despite the source material being of digital origin.

Stained by Dead Inkjets - Collage #6 (title tbc)

Anyway, as one of my “brilliant” satires, I decided to make my own Day of the Dead decorations rather than buy any of the crap from the shops. I’m not keen on the horror theme of Halloween and I think the Day of the Dead celebration is much more positive. I experimented with a few ideas, and my favourite is these faces, made very simply by folding and cutting scrap paper. Then I painted a base colour, allowing the colours to cross-contaminate, Rorschach-blotted them and voila!


What’s more, the back of it is even better than the front.


I like them far more than the highly-conceptualized Halloween advent calendar that I had spent so much time on, and (not including drying time) these took a few minutes each. It’s only take all my life to learn that.

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” – Pablo Picasso