Showing posts with label installation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label installation. Show all posts

Sunday, September 30, 2007

DY-66

I've been busy with the a.a.s. installation at Five Years Gallery, Unit 66, Regent Studios, 8 Andrews Rd, E8 4QN. It runs 29th September - 7th October 2007, gallery open Sat - Sun 1-6pm. The installation was based on a spy game that started in Birmingham (as KR-36 - part of The Event) and has evolved into a London mission as well.

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Photos of events from Birmigham and London became merged in an overall story, there was a key to the photos on an old rolodex and a microfiche with slides of Birmingham gas mains

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Visitors playing Cat's Cradle, an important metaphor in the show, as there were lots of threads tying things together, but they were always shifting and uncertain. We'd also been talking about Schrödinger's Cat, so this visitor was perfect

DY-66

There's some information here, we'll add more after the show has come down.

*News: DY-66 reviewed by Lucinda M Holmes here

a.a.s.
Five Years
DY-66 on YouTube
Photos from a.a.s. Flickr page

Monday, May 30, 2005

Calum Stirling

Mobilette at Vivid



You know how the first time you see an architect's scale model it really grabs you, the perfect detail, the way it plays with your sense of scale, of reality. For Stuart, this was when he was 15, on work experience at his local council. Of course he'd seen model railways and villages, but there's something precise and idealistic about an architect's model. Then in Taiwan recently we saw an architect's model of the gallery in which the model sat. We could almost imagine we saw tiny models of ourselves peering at a model of the model, and so on to infinity.
It wasn't until seeing the recent show by Calum Stirling at the new Vivid project space in Digbeth that we started thinking about how they represent a kind of fractal extrapolation of signs.

The key piece in the show was a model of a city commercial district on a revolving platform in a locked office. The model could be viewed through a window, but also via an old black and white CCTV set up back projected in the main space. Together with the accompanying music, the piece took on the feel of an atmospheric, European film - an impression reinforced by the German signage on all of the model shops.

There was other work in the show: a wall piece made from Renault radiator grill badges (The project space used to be an MOT/Tyre outfit); a video of fire hydrants; a wooden model of a Laptop; wood and metal constructions resembling seating; and a lightbox covered in a piece made from plastic bags. Although there were connections to be made between all of the works, they almost became a distraction from the strength of the signature piece.

This video installation had a particular resonance in this space. Because of the current regeneration of Digbeth into part of the "East Side" development, the model represents all architects' models in such areas of development and the video projection becomes a stage of magnification on way up to the scale of the city itself.

Oddly, while walking away from the show into town, we looked in a barber's shop window and saw a model of the shop in the window, with toy chairs and images cut out from magazines. I swear, if we looked from the right angle, we could see ourselves looking through the window.
© Ana Milgram & Stuart Milgram 2005

Mobilette by Calum Stirling at Vivid 27 May - 4 June 2005
VIVID, 140 Heath Mill Lane, Birmingham. B9 4AR

T:+44 (0)121 766 7876

www.modelcitizen.org.uk

www.vivid.org.uk

Thursday, July 01, 2004

Mike Nelson

Triple Bluff Canyon at Modern Art Oxford



The purple walled corridor, low-lit and thick with the smell of paint, is a brief, claustrophobic space, and an entirely convincing illusion that leads directly into another. An octagonal room, deep maroon walls alluding to a kind of tatty opulence, presents a simulated choice of exits. Of the four available doorways (all identical, and glassed with mirrors), one leads backward, and two are locked. Where am I? Some kind of between space. An elaborate magic trick, dusted with perfect detail. The fourth door leads us backstage, and the bluff is revealed: behind those maroon walls, we realise the octagonal room is a space within a space, constructed of a wooden frame and boards. Looking at the raw back panels it's hard to believe they contain such a convincing illusion. With the same materials so often used to create flat painted surfaces, Nelson's octagon is not walked past but walked through; not looked at, but lived.
Upstairs, we find a reversal of the previous situation - rather than finding a way out, we are looking for a way in. A reconstruction of a cluttered workshop or studio, built in a similar manner to the octagon. In a film projected large against one wall, an American 'conspiracy theorist' states his complex world view, stacking warped perceptions, accusations and half-truths into a complex construction all of his own. From some angles, we see the film framed by Nelson's studio. The table, covered in books and magazines, an electric fan and a stool, juts into the frame. We can feel Nelson crunching through the gears of his various techniques, culminating in this very precisely tangled mess of constructs and concepts.


A ramshackle wooden tunnel forms an unexpected and incongruous entryway, cutting through a huge heap of sand that almost reaches the gallery ceiling at some points. The sand trickles and moves from time to time, glowing in the diffused light from the skylight and the perfect white walls. The room is pregnant with atmosphere, serene, surreal and expectant. Moving on, we see the inside of a wooden shack, sand cascading through the long broken windows. The gallery space has been divided, bent, torn and reworked: we have to detour back through the previous rooms to see the outside of the shack, perching half-buried on a spectacular reconstruction of a sand dune. These locations have a pervasive feel of decay and abandonment that plays against the obvious intricacy of their construction - once again, the illusion revealed, this time at the exact moment it is activated.
Nelson has filled the gallery with matter and meaning way beyond its capacity. Further investigation only adds to the undulating landscape of reference points, inflections and half glimpses: Triple Bluff Canyon continues to change around me long after I have left the gallery.
© John Brainlove 2004



Triple Bluff Canyon by Mike Nelson at Modern Art Oxford 8th May - 4th July 2004
Modern Art Oxford, 30 Pembroke Street, Oxford OX1 1BP

T: + 44 (0)1865 722733

Modern Art Oxford

Brainlove Mike Nelson interview

Guardian review (Adrian Searle)


Mike Nelson is represented by Matt's Gallery, London


Wednesday, July 02, 2003

Mike Nelson

Interview


Mike Nelson creates large, sprawling installed environments that completely transform the interior of any space they inhabit. From the construction of rooms themselves (Nelson's installations often take the form of a series of rooms built within a space) to the vast array of objects that inhabit them, these are theatrical, experiential, absorbingly detailed pieces that defy easy interpretation. You can find yourself, in just a few steps, travelling between a banal office space (complete with working PC, desk, plants, plug sockets, light switches) to the inside of a garden shed (petrol smell, old tools, planks, nails, rags) to an empty room bathed in eerie red light. Both disorientating and mesmerising, Nelson's work invites the viewer to lose themselves not only in the maze-like constructions but in the myriad of associations and interpretations they offer.
Nelson is currently represented by Matt's Gallery in London. He was nominated for the Turner Prize and represented England at the Venice Biennale (both 2001), and has since exhibited at the ICA in London and the 2002 Sydney Biennale. The installation "Lionheart" has been purchased for the collection of the New Art Gallery, Walsall, and will be on display 25th July-14th September 2003.
Is the element of surprise important to the viewer's experience of your work?

Not always, say with a piece such as "To the memory of H.P.Lovecraft" (1999) it was - I'd hung a heavy steel re-enforced door at the entrance to the gallery, inside I had demolished everything up to the height that the unseen beast could have reached which had fictively tried to eat itself out of the white cube, whilst it emulated the subtitle of a Borges short story; a kind of parody of a parody. Here the scene was quite surprising, stepping off the street in that most gothic of cities Edinburgh, the scene was of utter rabid devastation. "Tourist Hotel" also used surprise in that it gave the viewer a fake or misleading main exhibition, the real bulk of the show (which looked less like "Art") being squeezed into and underneath the stairs and mezzanine of the Douglas Hyde gallery in Dublin. However, Lionheart does not use surprise in such a way, partly because to some extent it is less a built environment for a particular space, and more an autonomous object of sorts. Surprise is a good narrative device. It cannot replace a piece of densely well written description or prose, it can enhance or punctuate it.
"Lionheart" seems a piece full of suggestion, a kind of visual fiction to be pieced together by the viewer. Do you see this as narrative or leaning more towards the surreal?

The two terms are not mutually exclusive, but I would say that narrative is the element that forms the structure for the piece. If you wanted to compare it in terms of art historical terms there are many that could have some pertinence. In terms of how I perceive the piece being read your description is quite accurate; the piece was made in 1997 at a point when I had developed a way of working which used the construction of a hybrid script to create an object or environment through which the viewer could access the essence of the piece but still relate it to their own experience or history - their own script. I was also particularly interested in the resonance of an object that knows why it's there even if you don't. This is something that I think you will find in the work of Paul Thek through to later artists such as Mike Kelley, and often appears like, or is, the detritus of a performance.
Do you want people to forget they are in an art gallery when they look at your work?

I want them to slip between that self-consciousness of looking within an art gallery and a more meditative state where the act of movement and viewing absorb to the point where the visitor is reading the work sub-consciously or storing the information to be re-read later, maybe within a context that makes sense of the information at some time in the future.
You have said that your work requires a "particular chemistry between the installation and it's location". Does this make the reconstruction of works in a new space difficult?

I don't actually remember having said that. However, there is often a relationship between the work and where it was made. This does not undermine the work when the piece is re-installed, it may change it, and different pieces are affected to varying degrees. When a work is remade or re-installed its status is changed, especially when it is put into a museum collection, it becomes historical, like a document, it speaks of its time and place just like a painting by Goya or Barnet Newman would.
How carefully do you pick the objects you use in an installation? Is there any element of randomness to what goes in?

I tend to be looking for certain objects or materials when I'm building a piece, obviously within that equation with the type of materials I use there is a huge element of chance as to what you find at that given time and location. Lionheart was built at the time of the 1997 general election, and was constructed out of materials that came from places other than the country they were collected in: Materials from London were collected and transported in the back of my pick-up to Bremen in Germany where more materials were collected. I also took a trip to Helgoland, an island in between England and Germany, where materials indicative of that place were gathered. The materials were very indicative of the countries and there current geo-political position at that point. The London materials were from a very wide and eclectic range of countries reflecting our colonial history, whereas the German material was predominantly from Turkey and the East of Europe reflecting the trade routes that had reopened since the fall of the Soviet Union several years earlier. Helgoland's relevance was that it is a piece of literal common ground between the two countries, not only in geographical terms but also in that ownership of the Island had changed hands between them; the British swapping it with the Germans for Zanzibar at the end of the 19th century. Lionheart was built to resemble a notional island.
Your use of surrounding contextual material (e.g. the book accompanying the ICA show, handouts and essays) suggests that you want to make your installations harder to pin down rather than easier...

You say that as if it is a bad thing. I think it should perhaps be re-phrased as opening up the possible frame of reference. I think the book; "The Forgotten Kingdom" was a generous accompaniment to the ICA show, all the texts within it were relevant to the piece or previous pieces and existed as another layer of reading to the works. It was seen as a kind of reader to "Extinction Beckons" my previous book and to "Magazine" the book I have just put out.
Is there a perverse pleasure in transforming the corridors of somewhere like the ICA into a grubby 80's-style amusement arcade? Do you enjoy toying with people's expectations of certain institutions?

In that particular case yes, it was so close anyway all it needed was a little push.
Do you see being nominated for the Turner Prize in 2001 as a largely positive or negative experience?

It was exactly as I imagined, once nominated its inevitability negates all discussion of pros and cons.
What do you have planned for the digital piece you are making for www.e-2.org?

The piece demands that I don't discuss the potential workings of it in detail, it has been going on for some time now and as it does history and technology complicate its completion.
What other projects do you have coming up in the future?

I converted a 1954 GMC bus into a Red Crescent mobile hospital come veterans opium den in San Francisco recently, which hopefully is moving to New York in September. Also in September I shall be in the Istanbul Biennial, and next year I'll be doing a show at Modern Art Oxford.

© John Brainlove 2003



Mike Nelson was interviewed via email 2/7/03 for fusedmagazine.


Wednesday, January 23, 2002

Keith Tyson

A Tiny Bubble of Complexity



The South London Gallery is a little bit off the beaten track. Emerging blinking from the Oval tube you are confronted with a mosaic montage of cricket players in various poses, batting, bowling, catching, in green and white... then, outside, the Oval itself, imposing and slightly careworn. The number 36 bus runs on a busy line, bustling, always full, stopping and starting down the busy Peckham road.

But stepping into Keith Tyson's show is like stepping through the looking glass. The space is quiet despite its proximity to the busy street. It hums with the sound of show's centrepiece, a visually striking kinetic sculpture that spins twelve defined points through the space of the gallery/galaxy, constantly shifting, random but rhythmic and systematic, exploring a defined space but suggesting an vast amount of possibilities. "Field of Heaven Longshot Magnet" embodies a dichotomy that runs through many of the works in the exhibition and more than once brings to mind the noise and organised chaos of the city outside. And beyond - the moon turning around the earth turning around the sun, or the deep inner space rush of corpuscles and haemoglobin through our veins. There is a tension in this work in terms of scale and subject, systems and rules set against a backdrop of inconceivable disorder and perceptual limits. "Field of Heaven..." spins through a finite amount of space, and therefore must explore a finite amount of positions and correlation. But trying to follow these positions as they move is a mind bending experience that quickly becomes dizzying in scope.

On the far wall of the gallery lies a massive painting constructed of black, white and gray polygonal forms. The size and shape of the piece is echoed on the right wall by a similarly huge painting of the stars against the blackness of space, and to the left by the painting "Supercollider". Each is an exploration, or a conception, or an expression, or projection (?), each written it a recognisable language, each bending and twisting that language to illustrate it's potential limitations. The painting of the stars, entitled "A Night in a Billion", is accompanied in the catalogue by and equation. This equation begins by explaining that the painting consists of 12 panels that can be arranged in any order, and each panel turned to face any direction. It continues to work out the amount of possible permutations that this must entail (11,771,943,000,000 approx.). "How close an approximation of this view exists or has existed from some position out there?".

"Supercollider" consists of textual fragments written in a variety of sizes, fonts and colours, small images under and overlapping the text, splashes and drips of paint, all set against a bright yellow backdrop. The text is seemingly grasped out of thin air, memory, imagination, books, dreams, thought. "high blood pressure problems", "an exquisitely fashioned coronet", "repairing a dry stone wall", "the heat fluctuations inside a frying sausage", "the strokes", "33.07%". It soon becomes apparent that you will never be able to hold them all in your memory, or even read them all. And also that some all or none of them are probably happening while you stand there. It's been attempted before, but rarely so successfully as here... combined with the other pieces in the room, "Supercollider" shrinks and implodes the viewer with it's conceptual landscape of possibility and incompehendable mass.

There is, of course, much more I could say about this show. Tyson would probably say an infinite number of things. But suffice to say that it is a must see exhibition of very contemporary art.

© John Brainlove 2002



Keith Tyson at South London Gallery Jan 16th - Mar 17th 2002

South London Gallery, 65 Peckham Road, London SE5 8UH

T: +44 (0)20 7703 6120

www.southlondongallery.org


Thursday, December 20, 2001

Paul McCarthy

Cultural Soup at Tate Liverpool

Paul McCarthy is probably the most well known performance artist in the world. He is most well known for his use of outrageous and horrific imagery in his more recent performances than for the undeniable influence he has had on modern performance and installation art. This exhibition is a comprehensive retrospective bringing together works from the early 1970's through to the late 1990's, and is one of the largest shows he has ever done.

The first thing I see (before I have even paid to enter the show) is a video of McCarthy smearing a baby doll with mayonnaise and repeating the phrase "the son begets the daddy, and the daddy begets the son" ("Cultural Soup", 1987). Little do I know that this is nothing compared to the surreal Freudian horrors yet to come.

There are four other videos in the exhibition, mixed with sculptures and installations of the sets used in the videos. There are also framed photographs documenting McCarthy's earlier performances, including some fairly shocking images of a staged performance in which McCarthy is smeared in ketchup as he gives birth to a headless doll from an oversized prosthetic vagina. Like many of his works it is deeply disturbing and yet strangely comical.

Then there are the sculptures - a man with a giant rabbit's head and disproportionately large genitals ("Spaghetti Man", 1993), a plastic figure of Pinocchio in bed ("Pinocchio Pipenose Householddilemma", 1994) and an old man trying to copulate with a hole in a barrel ("Alpine Man", 1992). Again, these are quite disturbing, but also very funny. There is a continued usage of deviant sexual practices and childhood imagery, which combined form an obviously unsettling combination.

It becomes impossible not to ask why Paul McCarthy himself is not considered to be insane, particularly when faced with videos of the artist dressed as a boxer, smeared in ketchup, punching himself around the head and masturbating ("Rocky", 1976) and laughing uncontrollably as he draws pictures of genitals and repeatedly asks "what's this?" ("Bossy Burger", 1991). The answer to this question is clear, McCarthy does not desire to perform these so-called deviant acts for pleasure, but for the sake of art. His perceived insanity is what makes his performances so interesting.

There is a piece of work that stands out as the most linear, easily understandable performance in the show and this is the film "Painter" (1995). McCarthy plays the role of a frustrated abstract expressionist who has huge hands and ears and a giant bulbous nose, which exaggerate his awkwardness. He speaks in a squeaky cartoon voice and tries to tell the viewer how to paint ("you mix the red with the blue?"). But every so often he breaks down and starts muttering himself "I can't do this anymore, fuck all painting, fuck all painting". Later on in the performance he argues with his agent about money and tries out self-harm as a way of getting public attention (by hilariously/horrifically chopping his fake hand off). This piece is obviously deriding the somewhat pretentious view that art critics had of the tormented artist, such as Pollock or De Kooning, who are admired for their neuroses as much as they are for their art.

Through the role of the deviant, the madman, and the artist, McCarthy's works reach into the gut of the human psyche and revealed our deepest and darkest desires. Sometimes horrific and often comical, these performances are as disconcerting as they are fascinating.

© The Happy Woman 2001



Paul McCarthy at Tate Liverpool 19 October 2001 - 13 January 2002.

Tate Liverpool, Albert Dock, Liverpool. L3 4BB

T: +44 (0)151 702 7400)

www.tate.org.uk


Monday, December 17, 2001

Martin Creed

Turner Prize


In the current climate of hostility towards contemporary art, Martin Creed's work seems particularly provocative. His work lies delicately balanced between existing and not existing, a minimal gesture right on the edge of being nothing. Any notion of craft or the aesthetic is absent. Creed's work is a resolute defiance of any position - even the position of not having a position. It is slippery, hard to define. And brilliant.



Creed's work allows the viewer to define the meaning of his work for themselves. Not in the flippant, annoying way that, say, Jason Martin or Damien Hirst might. In a much more interesting way. Creed's work implodes every time you look at it. It swallows the space in which it is exhibited like a black hole. Every thought you have about the work is immediately ruled out as being definitive. Pinning Martin Creed down is almost as difficult as listening to an Owada record all the way through. Even his staccatto, repeated response to winning said so very little - "Thank. You. Very. Much."

"The lights going on and off" does things to the gallery space that the other artists in the show (other than Mike Nelson) don't even approach. The Tate Gallery becomes more than just a place to show, it becomes the medium of the piece.

Anyway - that's it for 2001. But roll-up, roll-up... this circus comes to town every year. Let's finish with the wise words of the critically execrable Madonna... "art isn't about competition... it's about love."

© John Brainlove 2001


The Turner Prize at Tate Britain from 7 November 2001 to 20 January 2002

Tate Britain, Millbank, London. SW1P 4RG
T: +44 (0)20 7887 8888

www.tate.org.uk

www.martincreed.com