Friday 29 July 2022

Venice Biennale 2022: Part three

Children play leap frog and a broken stick becomes a gun: Francis Alÿs notebook page

Francis Alÿs had a wonderful exhibition in the Belgian pavilion; 'The Nature of the Game', featuring a group of short films as well as a selection of paintings.

From: 'The Nature of the Game'

Since 1999 Alÿs has documented children at play in public spaces across the globe. Filmed between 2017 and 2022 in Hong Kong, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Belgium, and Mexico, among others, Alÿs presents us with a life affirming set of video projections that highlight the central role of play in all our lives. 

He follows children at play with a camera and as he does so we are brought into the various worlds that have been developed by children as they invent their way through life. Many of these games involve the re-appropriation of objects; plastic bottles become the objects of kicking games, a large tyre becomes an exciting means of rolling downhill, sticks become guns within a game about territory and cracks become something to avoid in a stepping stone game. The invention we associate with art is seen to be something that is natural to all human beings.

Although this was a video dominated exhibition, I have always thought of Alÿs as an artist who thinks through drawing and this exhibition in many ways confirmed this. Alongside the exhibition was a publication devoted to his notebook thinking. As soon as I began to look through this I realised that it was a perfect illustration of an artist thinking out loud. His pages of tiny images interlaced with text revealing ideas being first of all seen out in the world and then developed as artworks. 



Some pages were developed into worked through imagery. Throughout the notebook there was a dialogue between play and war; the dividing line between the two at times becoming blurred. 

This boy with a rifle stares out at the sea, you sense the sea's mesmeric effect on him and his easy carrying of a weapon of death. A boy caught between fantasy and reality. 

A tiny sketch made of boys playing in the ruins of war

An idea begins about two boys playing

This is a working notebook, at times it will get wet.

Another game: this time cat's cradle is the focus


Out of this small drawing the idea for a film about a girl skipping along the streets avoiding cracks will emerge. 

A still from 'The Nature of the Game'

The fact that a coffee cup was put down on the page and left its telltale mark, indicating that he is thinking not making nice drawings.



More Francis Alÿs notebook pages.

The dividing line between children and play and peoples at war is Alÿs shows us very fine. In the activities of play there lie the germs of war. I have for a long time admired Alÿs, he often seems to put his finger on our human condition, but in a way that feels life affirming, rather than weighing us down in doom and gloom and trying to tell us what's wrong. 
Watching the children at their various games was a joy, it reminded me of how as children we have a wonderful spirit and the potential to collaborate on the most fantastic ventures. Unfortunately, many of our dreams are disabled by reality, but that doesn't mean we have to stop dreaming. In a time when so many events seem to forecast disaster, this work was a reminder to be positive and to look to possible futures where the best of our species comes to the fore. 

Saturday 23 July 2022

Venice Biennale 2022: Part two

 

Candice Lin

Because I am fascinated by the way materials carry ideas, I spent quite some time looking at the work of Candice Lin. She was using all sorts of materials and media; tea, fungi, dead bats, ceramics, video, electro-plating, plants, silkworms, mud, paintings and of course drawings. At first the work looks as if it has been done by a mad scientist, perhaps a crazy anthropologist or pre-Darwinian biologist. But then you realise that this is about looking at colonial histories, histories that are embedded in the various disciplines and materials she is using. I particularly found the table-top pieces interesting, she was able to hold together paintings, living things, plants, ceramics and found objects by connecting them with stories. The tables set out stages of transformation: mud from a swamp in Saint Malo, the first Asian settlement in the United States, had been fired into ceramics; starch had been boiled and moulded into bioplastic, stories of craft, labour, ritual, botany, global trade, were all looked at from a perspective that reminded us that our present society has pushed out to the margins so many alternative ways of working and being. We need a bit of magic in our lives and Lin was seeking to put it there. As for whether or not this is drawing, I would still include it in the extended umbrella of contemporary drawing practice, as these objects are all threaded together, as Tim Ingold would say, by lines of thought.













Candice Lin

There were no clear divisions between Lin's pieces, one seemed to bleed into another. Her ceramic figures operated as plant pots as well as being God like totems, nothing being fixed and operating more like verbs than nouns. For instance the electro-plating was being done as you looked at the work, therefore it was still becoming rather than being finished. For all these reasons I think I remembered Lin's work more than any other. However I am trying to deal with very similar issues, especially the idea that all is constantly in flux and after reading David `Bohm's 'Wholeness and the implicit order', I am even more convinced that this is a good direction to take. He had this to say about what he called 'undivided wholeness in flowing movement'...
"there is a universal flux that cannot be defined explicitly but which can be known only implicitly,... in this flow, mind and matter are not separate substances. Rather they are different aspects of one whole and unbroken movement." (1995, p. 11)
Lin taught me not to be worried by work that might at first feel totally chaotic or unformed, so I'm much less of a completer finisher now and more of an anything might go sort of artist. 

Image (c) Vincent James

Image (c) Vincent James

These two images of my work from a recent exhibition were of sculptural objects meant to be unsettled and between things; insides on the outside, plants too big for their landscapes, no coherent use of materials, scales confused etc. So what might have been wrong a while ago becomes for me at least, the right thing to do now. I have to keep reminding myself that if all is flux, I need to constantly re-invent myself and my metaphors too. 

See also:

Venice Biennale part one

Sunday 17 July 2022

Venice Biennale 2022: Part one

Belkis Ayón

The Venice Biennale has returned however before reflecting on the work I ought to raise a few questions about my own decision to go there. I did wring several hands before deciding to go, because I had to fly and we all know how flying is a bad thing for the environment. But I haven't flown for three years and I decided that perhaps I could use this as a sort of last cheap travel trip and in future plan ahead much more carefully and travel by train. I did cost train travel for this year but it was far too expensive, and I only had a weekend window to go, however it was a last minute costing and I'm sure by careful planning I could have brought the costs down. So sorry about the hand wringing but it's I think going to be part and parcel of the process we will all have to go through as we develop changing travel mindsets to relation to our carbon footprints. The Venice Biennale is of course a product of the global art market and is a focus for international travel. As I wandered around looking at the art, I was also listening to the voices of people from all over the world; each one like myself deciding to travel long distances just to see what is happening in terms of art and how it reflects a certain zeitgeist of the times. How long we can afford to do this though I'm not sure and I expect there will be a global backlash against events of this sort that are put on with an expectation that people will still go, regardless of the environmental consequences. 

For those of us like myself who are interested in drawing and its position as a thinking and visualisation tool it is fascinating to see how central it seems to have become again as a shaper of representations, in particular drawing's power as a tool to help mythic imagery come forth out of the unconscious mind and its ability to give form to and shape the images that emerge from materials play. 

As you enter the first display in the Arsenale a huge Simone Leigh sculpture is surrounded by the visionary work of the Cuban printmaker Belkis Ayón. Her prints are collographs, a really basic printmaking method that I have advocated to students many times over the years as being a wonderful way of generating powerful images because it forces you to be very clear about the forms you use and therefore hopefully also monumental. She uses textural surfaces wonderfully and builds up her sometimes massive wall pieces by printing off images at approximately A1 size and then fitting them together to create the final composition. These sections are then tacked to the wall either as original prints or sometimes as photographs of the originals. The compositions when fitted together work very powerfully and you don't notice they are made up of sections because you are far too interested in looking at the imagery. The fact that sometimes she worked by fitting together blown up photographs of the sections reminded me about not being too precious about 'authenticity', if it works it works. Belkis Ayón was first asked to exhibit at the biennale in1993, but with limited means for the twenty-mile trip to the Havana airport, had to travel by bike with her father and they were late for the flight, however back then an anonymous Italian woman traveling from Cuba to Milan stepped in and paid for the work to be sent over. A reminder of how far things have changed in relation to air travel and the status of artists in what were often in the past called 'third world' countries. 

Collography is a collage-like approach to printing, whereby surfaces are built up by cutting out various surfaces and gluing them down. You can then add texture by painting surfaces with substances such as glue mixed with sand and then when all is dry, you finally coat the whole thing with some sort of sealant, often a varnish or PVA. Once done these surfaces are inked up and used as surfaces to print from; this is the plate from which prints are made. If you dampen thick paper, so that when put under pressure after being laid over the collograph plate, it will press itself into the shape of the plate, it will both pull off ink in sometimes quite unexpected ways and become a shallow relief which adds textural interest because light playing over the surface casts small shadows from the indentations. This gives the artist a vast range of tonal and textural possibilities. Ayón’s prints have made the most of the subtle gradations of blacks, whites, and greys that the technique makes possible, the final images having a gravitas and conviction that made them appear magical and transformative.  She represents as imagery the codes, symbols, and tales of Abakuá, an Afro-Cuban society whose foundational myth is based on a woman’s act of betrayal and in Ayón’s prints Sikán, the Abakuá princess is often depicted with no other facial features except her eyes. This gives Sikán a mythical presence, one sometimes found in religious scenes, and at other times in episodes of Ayón’s actual life, the imaginative world and the real world becoming fused together as darkly lit dramas. These are drawn images at their most potent, the process of cutting out images in sections for collograph construction, making each figure clear and defined and yet at the same time texturally other worldly and flat. These figures are spirits forms, made to help us find a link between the everyday reality of the present and the world of myth and legend. However collographs have another aspect to them that is often forgotten. They are usually made from what is thrown away, especially cardboard, bits of plastic, old textile materials, basically anything that when stuck down on a flat surface makes an interesting texture. Therefore as a technique it can be a useful recycling tool, but it also represents the ability of the artist to transform the left over surfaces of everyday materials into images of mythic potential. 

Sometimes Ayón's prints were basic A1 size and if so these were framed.

Seen up close you can see the textural possibilities of collogaphs, the ink when wiped off a surface collects around the edges or when rolled on, sticks only to high points. For a pure white I would sometimes keep a cutout shape away from the inked surfaces until just before printing and then just lay it into place, finally laying the dampened printing paper on top.

For larger prints the images are cut out and mounted onto foam-board and then attached to the walls by 'L' hook screws. 

This is composed of 9 roughly A1 sized collograph prints


Details showing how you can paint with glue and sawdust and other mixes to make a surface and then when dry and hardened these can then be inked up and printed off as powerful textures.



Sometimes these large images were made up of digital prints taken from photographs of originals stuck directly onto the walls

Detail of textures

In some ways very similar but visually in direct contrast to Belkis Ayón is the work of Britta Marakatt-Labba. She is a storyteller of the Sámi People. Her work is very easy to miss, being composed of tiny textile images made in delicate embroidery. However they can draw you in as a relief to the bombast surrounding them, but you do have to make an effort to readjust your aesthetic settings. Large walls and big exhibition spaces have over the years accustomed us to work designed to hold its own in these spaces and work made for domestic settings was in many ways pushed out and regarded as amateurish. I remember being told as a young artist that I couldn't be a professional until I had a studio large enough to be able to make work that would command a large gallery wall. Part of the legacy of 'macho art' are these huge spaces and I would like to feel that the inclusion of Marakatt-Labba and other artists who work at a similar scale, questions the need for such grandeur, especially when we are so aware of finite resources and the need to be very careful about how we use the resources we have left. 

Britta Marakatt-Labba


Detail


Her embroidered snow and reindeer textures are evocative of both temperature and scale. These are tiny images but they invoke intimations of landscapes of vast size. The minuscule sledge being pulled across the image above follows in the ruts and furrows of others that have crossed this landscape before. All this of course evoked in a few threads of embroidery. Her economy of both scale and material use is extraordinary and a lesson to us all. 

Britta Marakatt-Labba

I particularly liked the image of an isolated dark figure lost in a field of snow. There hadn't been an attempt to copy the texture of snow, instead she had substituted it with a texture made from the surface she was working on.  The 'too large' texture worked very well as both an evocation. of a field of snow and as a reminder of what it feels like to be out in snow as it falls. 

Like most of the artists in this year's biennale Britta Marakatt-Labba and Belkis Ayón are both women. There has been a focused attempt to redress the balance of well over a hundred years of male dominated exhibitions and this is a welcome reminder that when the Venice Biennale was founded most women didn't even have a vote and that women's rights have been hard fought for. The biennale title, 'The Milk of Dreams' is a quote taken from the work of Leonora Carrington, a Surrealist who when I began exploring the history of art back in the 1960s was regarded as a minor figure, but who has been undergoing a period of reassessment now that we have an awareness of how patriarchal most art collections are. There is also another issue going on here, and that is an attempt to communicate something about the nature of art made by women. This I would add is contentious, because in gendering things, you have to be careful that you don't fall into the trap of repeating the old stereotypes, this time from a female perspective. This is I would have thought particularly difficult during a time of gender re-assessment and the development of non-binary attitudes towards the dialogues surrounding the representation of sexuality. On the one hand I welcome the inclusion of such wide ranging content and a focus on artists exploring the unconscious and mythical aspects of our various societies. But I don't think we should be saying that women are more spontaneous or connected to mythic roots than men. The Earth Mother figure is a powerful one, but not one that every woman is. For instance the biennale could have also reminded everyone that scientific and hard nosed investigation can also be done by women. Someone like Hanne Darboven would have been an interesting artist to put into the mix, her mathematical rigour was almost myth like in its intensity and this could have been played off against artists such as Hilma of Klint or Louise Despont, both of whom are mythical in intent, but in no way could you call them Earth Mothers. 
I just wanted a more balanced view of what it is to be a women artist. At the end of the day all artists are individuals and no matter how hard curators try to shoehorn people into categories, they will escape them simply by virtue of art being open to what Gombrich called the beholder's share. So forgive me if when I focus on certain work I do it very much from my own point of view, however as always with my reports from Venice I hope they give a flavour of what to expect and over the next couple of weeks I shall report on other artists that I was interested in. The biennale exhibitions are on until November and I'm very aware that my university will be having a trip over to Venice before it closes. So do think about going, as it does give you a chance to look at a huge collection of art in the flesh, and after three years of being restricted to looking at a screen, it was a welcome reminder of how much more interesting it is when seen in its raw, physical reality.  

See also: 

Venice Biennale 2022 Part two

Venice Biennale 2022 Part three

Venice Biennale 2022 Part four

Reflections on other Venice Biennales




2017

Venice an allegory
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

2015

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4



Sunday 10 July 2022

Marcelle Hanselaar

Marcelle Hanselaar: back to front face

It's strange how you miss out on certain artists, especially ones that have been making wonderful images for years and that have been shown regularly. Marcelle Hanselaar is one of those artists I have somehow missed and shouldn't have. She has long been making consistently powerful images and at times they are almost too visceral to look at. She unflinchingly takes on the horrors perpetuated by a patriarchal society, her metaphors sting, but help to clean out the stalls at the same time. She is still working and showing and if you get a chance to see her work in the flesh, go and see it, it is etched into being both metaphorically and literally.

Getting ready

Le Retour Futile 5, 2021, oil on canvas, 24 x 18 cm

It is her ability to get the most out of simple things that I really like. For instance 'Back to front face' is a really basic idea but done with panache and conviction. 'Getting ready' is again a pretty straightforward image that is given a twist by the fingers cutting into the hair as if they are some sort of agricultural equipment, the three straps of her dress awkwardly echoing the four finger divided hair lengths. But why the strange shadow/lighting drama?The single eye looking back at us suggests this woman is getting ready for something more sinister than a party. 'Le Retour Futile' is simply poetic, a restricted colour palette and paired down image that is mysteriously romantic. 

Scar

Scar is a deceptively simple painting, by paring the image down to the pink line of the scar, she makes something far more intriguing than perhaps it ought to be. I look at it and I'm thinking about painting and the work of those non figurative painters like Barnett Newman who's zips now begin to feel much more embodied things. The flatness debate around painting is transcended into something about wounds and backbones and how close to the surface and yet hidden pain can be. We stand with our faces to the wall too as we gaze at the back of the woman, our heads, like hers, close to a surface that we introspectively inspect.
 
Her etchings are perhaps what she is most well known for. They deal with drama and action in a very direct way, often celebrating the role that women can take in fighting back and taking control of situations that have often been dominated by aggressive men.

The crying game

Now that Paula Rego has died perhaps we will see more of Marcelle Hanselaar, a Dutch artist living in London rather than a Portuguese one. Like Rego, Hanselaar can tap into mythic layers of that strange thing that we call life. Rego has for many years occupied the territory so well, that for one reason or another other similar artists have been overshadowed. I will be posting a tribute to Rego and her work in the near future, and was reminded how good she was both by visiting her  exhibition at Victoria Miro last year and seeing her contribution to this year's Venice Biennale. 

Paula Rego: Gluttony 

I'll leave you therefore with an image of Rego's work from Venice. A timely reminder of how good she was. I believe that the gravitas of her imagery was partly due to the making of models to work from. The strangeness of reality can be translated much more powerfully if you have something about your work that grounds it in that very reality that you find strange. Like Paula Rego, Marcelle Hanselaar has that ability and now that I have discovered her work I shall make sure I keep a look out for it in future. 

See also:

Recent paintings at Aleph Contemporary

https://marcellehanselaar.com/

Drawing in colour

Paula Rego’s ‘Dancing Ostriches’