Nau mai, haere mai, welcome to eyeCONTACT, a forum built to encourage art reviews and critical discussion about the visual culture of Aotearoa New Zealand. I'm John Hurrell its editor, a New Zealand writer, artist and curator. While Creative New Zealand and other supporters are generously paying me and other contributors to review exhibitions over the following year, all expressed opinions are entirely our own.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Two Orjis images: one old; one new



Richard Orjis: little black flowers grow, in the sky
Starkwhite
29 August – 20 September 2008

There are two images here upstairs at Starkwhite: one is in a new Orjis exhibition; the other is in a stock show.

The old one has been around for a while and is unforgettable. A smeared mud-caked man with pink nose, mouth and chin, stocky pale arms and dressed in orchids, peers at us impassively from behind his elaborate costume/bouquet. He was born of the earth - along with these floral delights - and is a perfect synthesis of man and plant. There is a hint of Archimboldo mixed in.

The new work is even more utterly wondrous. A hairy brown bearded man lies on his back, face up, with his extraordinarily pale, naked baby girl straddling his neck. The image is a transparency in a lightbox so she really glows. Her white skin is unnervingly intense. So bleached it seems supernatural. Dribbly transparent goo is running down her baby chest.

He lies on a dark blanket of blue-grey velvet. His dark trousered legs in the distance form a blurry vee while two lit candles on his shoulders make him into a sort of altar. The luminous child has been sent down on a moonbeam and is an avatar to be worshiped. With such a compelling image how can we refuse?

Shields need protection from camera


Ann Shelton: From the Island
Starkwhite
29 August – 20 September 2008

This recent series from Ann Shelton depicts fifteen hand-painted wooden shields created by the patients of a drug and alcohol rehabilitation centre on Rotoroa Island in the Hauraki Gulf for fellow clients to compete for. Shelton’s photos enlarge their rendering of sports or recreational equipment – according to the specific competition it is for - stressing their rough-hewn painterliness. Hung high they inadvertently emphasize the shield images’ clumsy construction.

The trophies gain nothing positive by the size increase or being digitally duplicated. Just by themselves would have great – simply as unphotographed readymades. Fifteen objects on the wall in a row.

Other documentary projects by Shelton, such as the inspired library to scale, have been miles more effective as installations. This one accidentally thumbs its nose at the subject matter instead of patting it on the back and being supportive. They look ugly because the tactile three-dimensionality of the paint has gone to be replaced by a flat reproduced surface. In close-up the painted marks lose any folkish charm embodied in their bad drawing, and become oafishly gross.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Andrew Clifford comments on the Beehres

show at Vavasour Godkin. Thanks especially, Andrew, for the rundown on the movie versions of Twin Peaks. I had no idea it was so convoluted.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Psychedelic days; Lynchian nights







Hannah and Aaron Beehre 2008
Vavasour Godkin
7 August – 6 September 2008

Hannah and Aaron Beehre are known in the art world for their popular interactive ‘paintings’ where loud noises make shrubs on large plasma screens start to drop their leaves. Excitable children love them, especially in Christchurch Art Gallery.

This Auckland show presents domestic-sized, framed works. The four that are interactive use dark-toned photographs, with night-time images of Hagley Park that are inspired by David Lynch’s TV series ‘Twin Peaks.’ (Slightly different from the film of the same name, also called ‘Fire Walk with Me’, that is not so soapy, much creepier and with a smaller cast.)

The shots of Hagley Park are taken round by Christchurch's Public Hospital, Botanical Gardens and sports playing fields. They have been made into ‘sublimation prints’, where intense dyes are applied to a thin gauzelike synthetic material so the fallen autumn leaves become bright pink. There is no distortion, but there is definitely a ‘trippy’ ambience in the daylight imagery of the non-interactive works. Their shapes have an attractive but discreet flatness, slightly like landscape images from early railway calendars of the twenties.

The interactive night-time ones show forest clearings and brooks where murders, hideous acts of sexual violence and furtive drug deals might occur. Any close proximity of the viewer gets small groups of mauve fireflies circling between the lower branches. Their colour is restrained. You have to look closely.

I think you would tire of the firefly works quickly if you owned them, but the garish sunlit, avenued landscapes, perversely, are more subtle. The strangeness of their chromatic intensity is hard to pin down. Though static, they radiate a sort of delicate sci-fi impressionism and hold your interest.

Artist's floortalk and closing of my City Art Rooms




exhibition celebration.
Saturday 6 September, 2 pm: all welcome

Behavioural Pleasures


By any means and by all accounts and in all events at any cost
Elam Final Year BFA and Postgraduate student catalogue 2007
Cover design by Kate Newby, 152pp
NICAI

The running of tertiary art institutions is a major industry in Auckland, with intense competition between many rival art schools. Years ago Elam used to be considered easily the leading contender, but no longer. There are so many options now. Different institutions have different priorities and emphases. Shrewd students figure out their needs and find the right course structure and tutors to match them.

This publication is a promotion brochure for BFA and post graduate students, designed to show the public the varied nature of the Auckland University Elam art product. It shows the visual labours of 109 students, and sample writings from 5 of them.

Constructed to be easily circulated and keep all the graduates and their families happy, it is nevertheless unwieldy because the work is so scattered. How could it not be? In fact a book on the practices of, say, their top fifteen pupils, thoroughly looking at each, would have been far more effective for ‘celebrating thinking’ – which is what Auckland University likes to claim it encourages. It would provided clarity and focus, instead of being muddled and overtly political. Trying to be all things to all people.

The artists who come out well in this publication are Kate Newby, John Ward-Knox, Selina Foote, Sam Rountree Williams, Trenton Garratt, Paul Cullen and a few others. Either because they have a good choice of work or else what they are presenting looks good on the printed page. However having said that, we all know photographs lie and that what we experience directly in the gallery space should be ultimately what counts.

There is a whole raft of other issues too - hidden away and not often talked about.

Of those presented here, how many will survive as artists?
Most will end up being teachers, curators, dealers, consultants, administrators, packagers, installers, writers or historians, and get side tracked seeking advancement in those vocations. The struggle to maintain a practice will be too expensive or exhausting, and grind them down so they are forced to abandon it.

There is another problem. How connected is an academic qualification and the acquired verbal and writing skills to those of an artist anyway? The two are not necessarily bound together, nor are they embraced within a marketing, dealer gallery structure. The art buying public are often terrified of articulate intellectuals, and prefer their artists to keep their mouths shut. Furthermore commentary on the artwork can replace the art itself, or pre-empt the experience of it. Layers and layers of interpretation can end up crushing it. Yet writing and speaking do undoubtedly clarify the thinking process behind production. They improve the tracking process of ideas within a work.

Of those artists that can sell their work or subsidise it through another career, the good ones will learn to shake off the influence of their teachers, to develop true independence of thought – free of the anxieties of ‘the paper chase’ and the accompanying politics embedded in acquiescing to a university study programme. However to do that takes several years after graduation so they can evaluate from a distance. It takes a steely, resolute confidence.

Yet I don’t want to sound too negative. To participate in the artworld and its assorted debates and varied sorts of practice is incredibly interesting. There is such a richness of printed and spoken conversation swirling around its artefacts, ideas and personalities, that one can only pity outsiders who are uninterested in this wonderful subject.

To the 109 individuals here in this publication, I say,”Good Luck!”

Part of a show




Trust Waikato National Contemporary Art Award 2008
Curated and judged by Natasha Conland
Waikato Museum of Art and History Te Whare Taonga o Waikato
22 August -20 November 2008

It is the strangest of exhibitions this time round. In fact it is an anti-intelligence, anti-contemporary art exhibition. (As shrewd observers have always known.) Truly dumb - despite the indisputable erudition of its judge. Three of the thirty-three finalists are not even on display, and the artists’ statements are not in the hardcopy catalogue nor in the online one. They are the very thing you should be reading at home to whet your appetite for a visit.

The museum pretends it wants contemporary art lovers to flock to it, but by making the artists rent all the necessary gear for their projects themselves, it sends out the message it really only wants hangable canvases - only a narrow cross-section of contemporary art practice.

Think about the winner, the brilliant Patrick Lundberg. He normally makes site-specific works examining the exhibition history of institution walls by cutting away and removing paint, leaving a subtractive frame. The work can’t be transferred. Its meaning is particular to the physical placement and political history of the physical plane it is cut out of. So he won with a portable compromise. Great for him as fiscal encouragement, but the entered work doesn’t do him justice. (Like Ann Shelton two years ago, when you felt it was really unentered works that got her the prize.)

I think the overall quality is better than last year, but it is similar to what Leonhard Emmerling created with very little installation or moving image. So despite Conland being rigorous, oddly it has fallen flat, seeming slightly gormless and anal. But like last year, it’s very tastefully presented. But as good taste is the arch–enemy of art the pervading decorum screws the event up. It needs a lot more mayhem and vulgarity.

My six personal favourites were from Fiona Amundsen, Keila Martin, Marcus Williams & Susan Jowsey, Richard Maloy, Sam Rountree Williams and Tony Nicolls. Their works had nice muscular scale matched with intriguing ideas.

If you are passing through Hamilton on your way somewhere else, pop in and check this out, but don’t make a special pilgrimage.

(Above, unexhibited but picked works by ck reynolds, Dorothy Helyer and Emily Lane.)