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.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Trust that 'trust'


et al.: no free gift
Starkwhite
20 April - 23 May 2009

For et al. the current installation at Starkwhite is a minimal, airy, even ‘light’ (low on mass, high on illumination) affair. Very little grey paint, but some green wires and pink pages. Mainly white tape on the floor to delineate nine room floor plans, in a manner reminiscent of Lars von Trier's Dogville film set - but arranged in a grid of nine (3 x 3) spaces, a noughts and crosses formation - within the big downstairs gallery.

Screened off from the big street-front window and back office by blackboards on stands, two sets of parallel high mesh fences also separate the central strip from its two neighbours. Lying in each of the ‘rooms’ drawn on the floor are up to five ‘tithing trays’, white or brown shallow boxes, on top of which are glued small money boxes for taking coins. These trays represent various assorted charities operating around the world.

If you look at this list on et al.’s website you will count 78 different charitable trusts of mixed and opposing political persuasions. et al.’s presentation has taken a third of them (the most ‘notorious’ or intriguingly worded, of ‘explainable variance’) to receive monies through the various donation trays. These flat boxes will collect contributions for the 26 organisations, and if direct means is not legally possible for transferring the funds et al will suggest an alternative. There will be a fund raising event run by Starkwhite at the end of this exhibition where individual ‘et al.’ trays can be purchased in return for donations of $750, and for which Starkwhite will not receive any commission.

Within the installation itself is a skeletal watchtower bearing clipboards holding pink lists of charities; a speaker over which one hears actors (not computer voices for a change) reading texts by Marx, Lenin, Mao and others, analysing topics such as the commodity and the market, or the competition between buyers and sellers – mixed in with choral music or some ethereal piano. There is also a grey trolley holding up a tank containing a small cardboard model of a solitary room; and a poster with a drawn grid where an individual can categorize different varieties of egoistic, altruistic or fatalistic behaviour.

Not surprisingly, the show has some similarities with altruistic studies, a major installation shown in Basel in June last year - in part an examination of the processes of democracy, and which featured a mock voting booth. This current exhibition references that system of participation with the coin-slotted money boxes for donations to endorsable organisations, and the blackboard screens positioned against the K’ Rd windows for privacy. Put succinctly, the show is about the selling of political and social causes (many of them not well known) and getting audiences to back them by reaching into their wallets to help ensure their survival. And they acquire some great art.

What really interests me is if the show is sincere in getting monies through to all political or social persuasions, with in some cases right-wing extremists and left ones both hiding behind innocent fronts, will an ‘art institution’ like et al. help organisations that are currently seen as ‘bad guys’ - if that is what the donor requests? Are there genuine philosophical principles to be upheld here or is it only ‘art’, and as such only a superficial game where freedom of speech or action is of no genuine concern?

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

READING ROOM THREE


Reading Room: A Journal of Art and Culture
Issue 3: Art Goes On
Ed. Christina Barton, Natasha Conland and Wystan Curnow
pp.183, illust. colour and b/w
Pub. E. H. McCormick Research Library of Auckland Art Gallery, March 2009

They say, third time lucky, and this year’s Reading Room is especially good. In the past, because of editors Curnow and Barton being particularly passionate about sixties and seventies art, it has slightly been out of sync with a contemporary ethos. But no more. This issue is particularly current in some of its featured New Zealand artists (notably Gambia Castlers, Dan Arps and Fiona Connor – the latter with some drawings of Auckland Art Gallery as demolition site: a witty comment on the theme of newness); pertinent also in its discussion of the recession and the reduced market. And it is comparatively accessible – is not turgid. Still academic but comparatively clear and focussed.

The issue kicks off with a twenty-four page roundtable discussion where the editors trade emailed thoughts with invited guests Peter Brunt, Damian Skinner, Greg Burke, Gavin Hipkins, Robert Leonard and Emma Bugden. In response to Tina Barton asking what characterises the current moment, Peter Brunt and Damian Skinner talk about Ngahiraka Mason’s re-presentation of Turuki! Turuki! Paneke Paneke - 50 years after this pioneer exhibition of Maori art in Auckland. Brunt sees the included artists as creating a variety of western modernism, but Skinner perceives Mason as intending a repudiation of modernism and the achievements of nineties artists like Michael Parekowhai or Peter Robinson, saying the show “demonstrates the reality of what I would call Maori art history – art history that is conceptually different to Pakeha art history, a kind of writing that conceives of history and art differently.” (p.10).

There are many threads moving in and out of this complicated conversation, but the most exciting section is when Robert Leonard laments the oppressive attributes of social and cultural history when applied as “the dominant narratives or concerns of art”. He points out that they result in “denying art any wiggle room, the chance to make its own case.” (p.24). Damian Skinner agrees, praising the way “art exceeds and confounds the struggle of political decolonization and denies easy or obvious definitions.” In a deft bit of double-speak he says “I’m hoping art will muddle decolonisation as much as decolonisation will order art.”

Gavin Hipkins then makes a series of damning observations about the conformity and avoidance of risk-taking by graduates and post-graduates in New Zealand art schools, and in the shows curated by this country’s top municipal institutions. There is a lack of critical dialogue and a self-constraint that ensures content is kept away from over ambitious extremes, a voluntary flattening out of artists’ agency. (p.25). One wonders if some of these criticisms can even be directed at Reading Room itself in terms of some of its content.

This round-table discussion has an amusing ending when almost everybody jumps down the convenor Tina Barton’s throat, for asking “what is art for?…what purpose does it serve?” Greg Burke is troubled by “the rush of many to declare art’s functionality” (p.26) and Natasha Conland finds Barton’s question “troubling, as (she doesn’t) believe in (art’s) utilitarian dimension.” Emma Bugden too admits that she “harbours great suspicion of the term ‘useful’ ” and is critical of defining “the worth of an action purely by outcome.” (p.28).

Burke praises the uses of images that make no sense in isolation, suggesting that Deleuze’s term ‘any-space–whatever’ is valuable for linking cinematic moments “removed from the rest of the narrative”, while Wystan Curnow lashes out at the confining character of contextual meaning, for “narrowing art’s sphere of action”. Rightly so I think.

This long and richly layered discussion bears repeated readings to draw out the many responses and counter-responses. It’s a good start for the magazine.

Of the very experienced art writers contributing to this publication, Wystan Curnow, Terry Smith and Adrian Martin go back to the seventies and even earlier. Curnow’s text on Keiran Lyons 1975 Welder’s Weakness installation is a much needed supplement to an article he wrote on Lyons’ Superimpression (1973) for the New Art: Some recent New Zealand sculpture and post-object art book he put out with Jim Allen in 1976. It is not Curnow at his very best (for that you need his writing on Apple, Lye or McCahon), but it is more informative than its companion piece in the New Art anthology.

The Adrian Martin article here is his second contribution to Reading Room. It is about modernist film sequels (post WW2) and a whole range of ‘linked’ paired movies that he explores with characteristic precision. Martin does not talk about sequel in the usual sense of the word but as ‘gesture’ (a term also referenced by Jon Bywater in his essay on Dan Arps, and Anthony White in his discussion of Fontana) – not as continuation ‘of a coherent, mappable fictional world’ (p.50).

He emphasizes the fragmented nature of cinema, denying its often claimed coherency, and discusses Raúl Ruiz’s book series Poetics of Cinema, particularly his notion of ‘a film with 300 shots is 300 films’ as a fundamental discontinuity. There is an issue, Martin explains, for if film itself cannot have an internal continuity then how can a sequel be a continuation?

He points out how films like the Mad Max series shift as the central figure’s body and narrative context alter over time, this changing being also characteristic of documentary sequels. With their heterogeneous quality of film stock, black and white often mixed with colour, their inconsistencies create patterns within a bigger montage.

Martin’s main interest is to show how in over the last decade film-makers like Hal Hartley or Wong Kar-wai have let their characters stay static in certain sequels while the actors are allowed to age. Tone and genre alter drastically, links between films deliberately disconnected, and information methodically withheld. Displacements are created, and incongruous casts used with unrelated cinematic histories. Sometimes actors are recast to replay old roles; or there is a retelling and restarting of each sequel from scratch; a deliberate blurring between remake and sequel; or a rupture between the original film and its ‘contemporary correspondence’; or the retention of the same sound track – all these devices crating a new sort of mischievous adventurousness in a non-Hollywood film history.

Another Australian, Terry Smith has contributed a meticulously structured, highly inventive essay that deals with Walter Benjamin and his ownership of the 1920 Paul Klee watercolour ‘Angelus Novus’, a symbolic ‘angel of history.’ Starting with a discussion of this painting, and a poem about it by Benjamin’s friend Gershom Scholem, Smith looks at the forces of history, the global community and the current recession, using three models of listed concepts and economic realities to display the forces of social circulation.

One is based on a diagram by Thomas Friedman of the New York Times, of a top-down spread with globalization the key player at the top and agents, families and citizens at the bottom. Another is an inverted version of Friedman’s chart so that globalization becomes only one of many forces active in the world today, and the third is with the elements configured by nodal connections so that vectors move in all directions simultaneously, and any two elements can link up.

Smith then talks about the ‘civil society’ in global terms and starts to refer to various artworks that draw out a celebration of the values it upholds. Of particular interest are two works by Daniel Martinez, one a convulsing prosthetic humanoid, twitching frantically on the floor as if undergoing torture. Another is a gridded display of 121 gold-painted wooden panels presenting the names of various military organisations endeavouring to enforce a political position through violence. Such work Smith sees as espousing the vision of Klee’s Angel, and Jeff Koons’ Puppy as art that is operating contrary to it.

One of the difficulties of reading a text-dominant magazine like Reading Room is trying to get a clear picture of the art described, and then deciding if you will run with the writer in their discussion. Often the visual information (photographs and/or drawings) and the text don’t convince you. This is the case for many of the works in Helena Reckitt’s espousal of feminist and queer artists who search through art history (especially the seventies) for precedents that they can build upon - despite the rich content of her discussion. Such interactions Reckitt sees as a form of negotiation or conversation, not nostalgic celebration or fetishization. For me personally, only one work, Kajsa Dahlberg’s A Room of One’s Own / A Thousand Libraries, a massive printed edition of texts made by duplicating scribbled annotations found in a number of 1958 editions of Woolf’s book, really excites as a project.

In the archive section Liz Eastmond’s description of Fan (Feminist Art Networkers) projects in the eighties is highly informative and detailed, as is Mary Kisler’s account of the life and activities of the second AAG Director, the art historian Peter Tomory. I remember reading his and Hamish Keith’s pioneer set of three small books on NZ painting in the early seventies – long before Keith and Brown’s own historic publication appeared - and noticed then that he had disappeared.

Eastmond’s account of Fan though is unusual because of the breezy cadences of her written delivery. Most art historians use a standard tone which is ubiquitously standard in its emotional pitch, and a little dreary, but her crisp phrasing and buoyant expression here keeps the reading lively.

The highlights of RR3, in my view are the essays by Jon Bywater and Anthony White. Bywater has written several variations of an exegesis on Dan Arps and this version is the fullest and most richly layered. In it he analyses several recent Arps shows, documenting the themes and ingredients carefully.

Bywater considers that Arps’ practice reflects a ‘deep pessimism about the convergence of …the logics of artistic modernism and industrial or technological invention’ and that it ‘cynically parodies aspirations for art’s value’ by using ‘the market’s demand for novelty’ to coincide ‘with artistic invention’ as another symptom of a hegemonic capitalist mode of production.’ (p.107)

Bywater takes Giorgio Agamben’s notion of a sphere of aesthetic gestures (‘those means that emancipate themselves from their relation to an end while remaining means’) which Agamben sees as the ‘proper sphere of politics’ and applies them to a view that ‘the duty of the (film-making) director is to introduce…the element of waking.’ He sees Arps as doing something similar.

Though personally I think Arps’ work is more about a laboratory of semiotics (and not politics), Bywater has constructed an important document to be discussed. Yet Arps is more nihilistic than what Bywater indicates, though he does seem to have a programme where he systematically tinkers with meaning.

If there is any prevalent uniting theme in his exhibitions, it is more likely to be about the attaining of happiness. As for ‘the new’, he seems to be buying into it, and not critiquing it at all. I am not convinced Arps is a satirist.

Of the two remaining articles, Lee Weng Choy’s interview with Donna Ong is accompanied by some impressive black and white matt photographs of her installations. Choy is an exceptionally articulate and elegant writer but the conversation is too biographical and not sufficiently concentrated on Ong’s work. More on career than say practice, even though the notes with the images are richly detailed.

In commenting on the new, Choy says:

“Where I have been critical of the ‘new’ and how it is framed by the logic of relentless consumption… I’ve (also) wanted to point out how difficult it is to resist that. Criticism in general should attempt to slow things down and open up a space to reflect on the many processes we all get so caught up in.(p.86)”

Anthony White, in his lucid discussion of Fontana and Oldenburg’s attitudes to the new, points out that Lucio Fontana claimed his perforated canvases were devoid of gesture, and contained only cuts made mechanically without expressiveness. The ubiquitous egg shape Fontana used was often featured in the design of early sixties chairs and other European household items, and the bright hues he liked (emerald green, canary yellow and hot pink) were newly available fashion and design colours. He wanted to show his dismay at ‘inventions which follow one after the other’, and his alarm at ‘the speed of life’. His perforated ‘eggs’ had much in common with seventeenth century Dutch Vanitas paintings, intended as an allegory about life’s transience.

Claes Oldenburg’s 1961 installation The Store, with his enamel coated plaster ‘edible’ items had a similar theme. It was about a melancholic pining for the forties, the time of his childhood. The fake food products displayed in vitrines were based on what had been superseded by later novelties, only to disappear.

I enjoyed the pithy focus of this issue of Reading Room, and I say that (in contrast to much of its discussion) as someone who readily enjoys flux, the new and changes that regularly occur in art and social history. If art were static, I can’t imagine that I would be interested in it as a phenomenon, but possibly such a view is ideologically inculcated.

This Auckland Art Gallery publication is getting better and better. Looking forward to Number 4.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Switch on machine; pick an option





Select>Effect>Export
Curated by Stephen Cleland
Te Tuhi
25 April - 5 July 2009

The five artists of this show have been selected by Stephen Cleland to elaborate on the similarities between the processes of the human mind and those of machines, and to show some of their common mathematic and mechanical characteristics.

The exhibition takes up most of the gallery yet it is unusually understated – for Te Tuhi anyway. There is plenty of white wall. Heaps. Almost too much. Almost too minimal.

What is interesting is noticing the commonalities between the artworks of these five individuals. How they link up in a ideational circle via certain stylistic qualities: John Lyall’s ten drawings feature linear loops similar to the large blue loops of Simon Morris which are also like the routered lines of D.J.Simpson. Simpson’s use of planar colour and negative space ties in with Rose Nolan’s massive textual mural, and her use of the colour red echoes Sarah Munro’s, who like John Lyall, uses geometrical forms to structure her images.

So, as the title suggests, the artists are like machines for which a variation can be picked out of a range of options. They look at the permutations on tap, and decide. The word ‘effect’ is deliberately loaded – suggesting something trivial or superficial. Chasing an optical buzz, a ‘gee whiz’ component to tickle the audience; a surface layer.

John Lyall’s ten mazelike drawings on drafting film look like something out of Haight Ashbury Zap comix or from a pictograph on a Mayan ruin. He has demonstrated several possibilities. Within these numerals the earlier ‘effects’ are straighter, but as they progress they get curvier and wilder in their flipped back, trippy arabesques. And more fragmented and indecipherable.

With Simon Morris there are many options for his meandering blue line, in terms of how he can cover the wall to make a mural. It can move from left to right only, it can double back on itself, it can overlap earlier loops, its modules can be vertically aligned or horizontal, the density of its patterning can be increased or lessened, and its height up the wall can be varied as desired. What is not flexible is its type of chroma as a ‘blue’, or the number of coats, or the line thickness.





The English artist D.J. Simpson, when he uses a router to cut out the differently thick (and deep) lines from a Formica laminate, often makes the oval or wiggly lines identical. They are like prints, or the results of a repeatable computer programme that controls the blade movement. Only the deeply saturated, glossy, monochromatic colours vary.




In the large gallery where Simon Morris’ blue line painting is located, there is a huge Rose Nolan text work on the opposite wall. Nine gigantic chunky letters that say DIFFICULT are rendered using negative spaces between blocks of bright red. To get the proportions right so that the desired word can be read, Nolan would have to have tested several options in length and height – especially to negotiate around corners and power points to ensure letters remain cohesive. Without them functioning properly the word would be indecipherable.

The two works by Sarah Munro are geometric variations on a theme: the same elements contained within a squashed trapezium (or diamond), and a more stable square. External contours affect internal ones. Altering perimeter shapes changes the three-dimensional edges of the compositions within. The works prod the viewer’s imagination to mentally test other fictional possibilities.

Cheryl Bernstein on

Emma Bugden

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Dissolving distinctions


Alicia Frankovich: A plane for behavers
ARTSPACE
May 2, 3-4 pm

Let me start with an account of a work experienced many years ago. In August 1981, while watching an international performance festival (called ANZART) I saw a work by Marina and Ulay Abramovic called ‘Witnessing.’ It featured the two artists in the Great Hall of the Arts Centre in Christchurch, a huge room, with one of them standing in a corner and the other in another corner diagonally opposite. Both wore immaculately tailored ‘karate’ suits, and looked like gymnasts.

The work was an endurance piece. The man would raise his arm and point directly at the woman, holding his arm horizontally for as long as he could bear it. Then let it fall. Then repeat. At a certain point they would swap around and the woman would take over the pointing. The work was at least six hours long. It was about love. It was also about art making, the work itself as obsession.

That work has similarities with yesterday’s performance at ARTSPACE. Have a read of ARTSPACE's text about the event and throw it away. I think the art was really about cruelty and sadomasochism. With performer being victim and ‘behaver’. It’s very clever…and mean.

The piece consisted of two ‘work horses’ – one performer in a harness like the famous work by Maurizio Cattelan of a life-size horse suspended high in the air; the other like an animal working in a field, lifting the droopy inert figure up on a pulley by yanking on a long rope. So in this work, the limp dead weight in the air was the Artist, and the poor sucker doing the physical work was the Director of the institution.

Thus every four minutes, Bugden would hoist the Artist (a taller, bigger person) up towards the ceiling, struggle to the door, open it and let some people leave and outside visitors in – clinging to the rope so the artist didn’t fall. Then she would carefully lower her, the two would pause, catch their breath, drink a little water, and then in a couple of minutes repeat the action.

Bugden did not find the activity easy. It required genuine exertion and an hour of such rope pulling and weight lowering would have been really tough. As on any other day, focussing on the service she normally provides for any artist, helping her in her art production.

However the project was also about the audience and their complicity in her suffering. They stood and watched and could have offered to help. They allowed her to exhaust herself because after all, she was the Director, and she acquiesced to the Artist’s wishes that she participate in the work. No one forced her. In fact the work was a clear collaboration. And in that relationship who was active and who was passive became confused. It became paradoxically reversed. The seemingly inert artist became the driver. The director became the directed.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Portraits of Hotere





Martin Ball: Carey’s Bay
John Leech
28 April - 22 May 2009

These portraits of Ralph Hotere from 2000 are a mystery. Why would anybody want to make one - let alone eight? They tell us so little. Hotere’s head and face don’t provide the right sort of visual stimulus that an artist like Ball needs to make a grippingly successful image, like he has done with say John Hood.

This exhibition showcases Hotere as subject-matter. One could debate the nature of (what I think is ) his grossly inflated reputation, how his best painting came out of the period between the early seventies and mid eighties, and how his vast output of mediocre works on paper tarnished a once dazzling aura – but that would be churlish. He is a much loved figure because of his personal generosity and well known hospitality, but hardly worthy of the sycophantic flattery that this very dull, sentimental show exudes.

And even if you disagreed entirely with all of the above, would you really buy a Ball portrait instead of a Hotere original - if the latter were affordable? And as of course, for most they are not, is there some process of osmosis going on here, some infusion into Ball’s reputation, by virtue of touching the hem of St. Ralph’s garment? A little of the old contagious magic can work wonders for the market. Is that the real reason for this very peculiar display? The cult of the artistic personality, an array of eight ‘sensitive’ physiognomies, here makes very sound commercial sense.

Art collectors' bliss


Auckland Art Fair
Viaduct Basin
May 1-3 2009

Two years have passed quickly since the last one. Though without the same international profile, Auckland presents a smaller yet possibly more focussed event than the Melbourne equivalent – and you wouldn’t think from this weekend that there was a recession.

However noting that, we see none of the gutsy bravura now so apparent last time when dealers Peter McLeavey and Michael Lett showed one work each. There are dealers making distinctive curatorial statements (Ivan Anthony – all women; Ray Hughes – Australian landscapes) but the last fair featured more individualism.

Yet a richer dialogue is going on now with greater Australian participation in the event. Top Aussie dealers are here in force - a factor that is great for trans-Tasman deals and client sharing. And of the 38 Australasian presentations the freshest, most vibrant display is at Neon Parc, the most innovative use of one wall is at Bath St (Mark Braunias), and the most conspicuous new New Zealand arrival Brett McDowell.

From an Auckland point of view, it’s exciting to see works here from ‘unknown’ artists like Kushana Bush, Patrick Hartigan, Diena Georgetti, Rob Hood, and Jo Langford (her drawings especially).

Yet the shrewd art lover is never beholden to dealers only, but remembers (and follows) the contributions of collectives and experimental spaces. There are lots of artists out there (like David Clegg, Pauline Rhodes, David Cross, and Christopher Braddock) without dealer representation making sensational work.

So, whilst it is obvious it is worth restating that this art fair is a great event - and a superb introduction to the pleasures of collecting - it’s not the whole picture. It is the conspicuous face of the art market, and essential for some artists if they want to make a living from sales, but it doesn’t cover all bases involving art as a creative endeavour circumnavigating the vast scope of the human imagination.

(Image from Elizabeth Newman, represented by Neon Parc)