Andrew Lewis drew ‘Points de vue’ in charcoal on paper, introducing characters with recurring attitudes in landscapes elaborated from well-known architectural typologies and monuments. His drawings were made from a book for children to learn how to draw buildings according to standard models. They represent a place that is both real and imaginary, where the architectures are isolated and even highlighted by all sorts of processes borrowed from the photographic shot. If the image, travel, photography, the tourist cliché and the postcard seem to be at the heart of the artist’s preoccupations, the strength of his drawings does not only come from that. Under their sometimes naive features, they create a system of scripted signs (solitudes, passages, wanderings) that are repeated like a kind of ritual, inducing a lack of communication or simply of exchange between people, which generally results in an enigmatic and uncomfortable situation for the viewer.
Text: Points de vues, Musée d’art contemporain de la Haute-Vienne/FR, March 6 – June 19 2005.
In this installation formed by a bed of dehydrated potato flakes mixed with food colouring, Michel Blazy encourages the creation of coloured cells by means of a drip fixed from the ceiling which brings out the colour of the material. Organised in the manner of a garden, these shapes thus drawn in relation to space evolve by suggesting a stroll, a path.
This aesthetic, born from organic, everyday products and cooking, is emblematic of Michel Blazy’s work. In an unconventional exploitation of the exhibition space – investing right up to the ceiling – the artist invites us to contemplate the floor, to admire the inconstancy of the evolving forms emanating from the material.
This cyclic work thus offers the spectator the opportunity to admire, at various moments of the exhibition, different states of the work which evolves according to a random and ephemeral play of colours revealed by time and the interaction of the materials and their environment.
Sacrilege, 2012 Mixed media Dimensions variable
Jeremy Deller defines himself as an “instigator of social interventions”: his works are often characterized by audience participation, his sculptures are social experiences in which performances, videos, and installations become places of exchange and aggregation. This was also the starting point for Sacrilege, originally created for the Glasgow International Festival of Visual Art, and later displayed in London on the occasion of the 2012 Olympics. With funding from Arts Council England Sacrilege travelled to different locations in the UK before being shown in London as part of CREATE and the London 2012 festival.
With the sense of humour that characterizes many of his projects, Deller transforms the Stonehenge monument into a giant inflatable toy for children, reproducing it in plastic and turning it into a funfair attraction 35 meters in diameter; the public is thus called upon to interact with the installation, to climb onto it, and to jump and play within it.
The effect is at once celebratory and sacrilegious, as the title, chosen by the artist in order to deflate any possible criticism, would suggest. With its unabashedly playful approach, Sacrilege is an invitation to reappraise one’s history and one’s own national identity, but it also offers a sarcastic comment on how these themes are often trivialized and exploited by nationalist and populist political agendas – a subject that is unfortunately of our moment.
“Sacrilege is playful and cheeky. The title is a way is to ward off any criticism—some will think that it is just that, a sacrilege, so why not call it that? One intended outcome is laughter, perhaps a few tears, and certainly enjoyment, though not necessarily in that order. For me at least it is also a nod to what I would call the “freak out” tendency in UK culture: Hawkwind, Bruce Lacey, and Ken Russell being its best exponents.” Jeremy Deller, in Art Forum, April 20, 2012
This artwork is the result of a photographic montage between two texts, reunited by their common date of parution (1798). The montage is based on an insertion of the American ’Alien and Sedition Acts’ into Malthus’ famous Essay on the Principle of Population.
Malthus’ text is famous for putting, for the first time, natural resources (food) and population growth (in this case the poor) in relation for the first time.
The two interlocking texts, which play on the repetition of the motif of the textual block made illegible by the scale of the print (a film contact), are directly related only by their date, but their montage puts in tension two tendencies that are directly addressed to our time: a certain fear of the other as “impure”, withdrawal and the designation of a scapegoat, at the same time as the resurgence of solutions to reduce the world’s population as a salvation for humanity.
They are not interested in believing, right now they are interested in wanting to believe. Their goal is to be on the path to it, even if the path leads to nothing. They don’t know that the threat exists and will always have nothing to lose. They are beautiful and alive: Lasagna.
The tenant’s cans from when I was a kid, they keep me interested. And I do it because I believe, I suppose, that if I stick a chair leg in the can, and it disturbs me and says something, then it will say something to somebody else-to someone I dont even know. I dont really know what the feeling I’m trying to evoke is, but in this case it’s not a good feeling. Adam McEwen
The work Instrument was presented in the artist’s solo show « Non-Alignment Pact » at the gallery Art: Concept in 2014. This work, like Conduit, which was also presented in the exhibition shares a common mise en scène of a tortured yet absent body. Conduit, a steel pipe stuck in a desk chair, creates a vertical axis that we imagine penetrated the seated form. It’s reminiscent of a cinematographic image of an empalement, (Cannibal Holocaust) which left its trace of a generation of cinephiles.
Adam McEwen Conduit, 1997-2014, chair, steel pipe
We also find this relationship to cinema in Instrument, a work which plays at once with torture and desire. A chair is usually used for working at a desk or at a table. It’s what allows humans to think in a comfortable way. In this sculpture, Adam McEwen transforms it into a place of conflict, a place of doubt where demons troubling the concentration necessary to creation. The chair is at once trapped and a trap, it becomes a sort of castrating embrace.
Adam McEwen Instrument, 2014 (detail)
The artist often develops his works from found and sometimes historical pictorial material, as well as from well- known figures of mythology, history, theater, film and pop culture. Original quotes are deliberately reduced to extracts within a collage-like working method. Recontextualized in seemingly surreal contexts, this results in new associations and meanings. Several works are condensed within a stage-like installation, leading to a performative-pictorial narration.
Lothar Hempel’s sculpture Performance (2015) uses a famous image of Kathleen Neal Cleaver, the first female member of the Black Panthers, mixing materials, disciplines and references to popular culture. A contemporary heroine, she is one of the figures to whom the artist pays tribute for her commitments. But let’s listen to the genesis of the work by the artist…
I combined 2 images – Kathleen Cleaver, an activist and the wife of Eldridge Cleaver, one of the leaders of the Black Panthers, during a speech she held in Oakland in the late sixties and a photograph from Dave Gahan, lead singer of Depeche Mode in one of their first concerts in 1981.
Another element in the work is the sentence: “Delphi Dog Run”, which is a collage of words, the name of the greek oracle and the words in a series of paintings by Christopher Wool, executed in 1990.
There is a cut out shape in the middle of the sculpture, indicating a pregnancy and pointing into the forehead of Dave Gahan like a diagramm, showing the direction of a thought process or a more symbiotic relation (“Symbiosis” was in fact one of the working titles for the sculpture, before I finally settled with “Performance”). The motif of pregnancy, which I understand as a metaphor for give and take, is juxtaposed in opposition to the phallic presence of the microphone in Mr Gahan’s hand and the “real” microphone in front of the figure.
There are patterns like stains and scratches printed onto the chest and the boots of the figure that stem from photographs of abstract paintings that I took a while back in some Berlin gallery. Completely forgot which artist, but I used these patterns again and again in different works to bring a certain grit and texture on to the surface. These patterns seem to indicate a process like grinding, digging in and opening up, getting through the surface, cutting, perforation, penetration… it’s probably a desperate attempt to overcome the 2 dimensionality of the printed image and the need to turn it into something of volume, something “real”, to create a true opposite. The key around the neck seems to have a similar function – it also “opens up”.
Kathleen Neal Cleaver was born in Dallas, Texas, on May 13, 1945. Her parents were both activists and college graduates of the University of Michigan. Her father was a sociology professor at Wiley College in Marshall, Texas, and her mother earned a master’s degree in mathematics. Three years after Cleaver was born, her father, Ernest Neal, accepted a job as the director of the Rural Life Council of Tuskegee Institute in Alabama, and they moved to a predominantly black community beside the campus. Six years later, Ernest joined the Foreign Service. The family moved abroad and lived in such countries as India, Liberia, Sierra Leone, and the Philippines. Spending time in India exposed Kathleen to different beliefs, including socialism, communism, and nationalism. The family returned to the United States after her brother died from leukaemia and the family broke apart. Cleaver attended a Quaker boarding school near Philadelphia, George School, which had just been desegregated.
There is a “twin” piece to Performance, a 2018 sculpture called: “Ein Lied für 2 Stimmen” ( a song for 2 voices ), note the green key glued to the wall! It could be interesting to see the 2 works in their dialogue.
Around the year 1124, a community of Benedictines settled on the Wivina site at Groot-Bijgaarden in modern-day Belgium. Archaeological research has uncovered the remains of five consecutive churches and outbuildings there. The current chapel from 1924 is still intact. In 2011 interior architect Tom Callebaut led the transformation of this chapel into a contemporary space for contemplation. Nine years later, photographer Geert Goiris was invited to visualize the experience of this space, which is still a beacon of theology and reflection. A text by Herman Lombaerts accompanies the series of images.
Between 2008 and 2010 I travelled twice to antarctica to photograph a whiteout. This weather condition can occur in polar regions and high mountains. When the concentration of microscopic ice crystals in the atmosphere exceeds a certain limit it traps the sunlight. Light gets diffused through these particles, falls onto the snow and ice below and is reflected endlessly in the air like an an echo chamber.
Whiteout is an atmospherical, optical phenomenon, where the observer appears to be engulfed in a uniformly white glow. Any sense of depth and orientation is lost. Only dark, nearby objects can be seen. The horizon disappears, the landscape turns into a white void – a ‘ganzfeld’. Our brain isn’t used to uniform stimulation, seeing is based on contrast. Making a distinction between different patterns, colours or structures. When we gaze into a featureless field of vision it can produce hallucinations
I wanted to capture on film the transformation of matter into light during a whiteout. The resulting piece is an analog slide projection. The film was exposed in antarctica, developed and at last loaded into a projector. The powerful light shining through the diapositive projects an ephemeral image onto the wall. The projection is automated, each image dissolves into the next one. There is a strange temporality at play inspired by the experience of continuous daylight during my stay on the continent.
Le Tigre définitive is a series of drawings made for a children’s book. Jean-Luc Blanc creates a sequence of images based around the figure of Janus, the philosopher with two faces. The sequence is read from left to right, from right to left from the center, it does not matter, the personal projection of the viewer is the only truth.
…que le vent ne se lève et ordonne ce petit monde de bien mystérieuse façon.
– Elle n’ira pas danser. – Elle ne tournera pas la tête à droite. – Elle n’observera nul horizon.
Son bateau plusieurs fois sera détruit, mais la lumière captive derrière ses paupières ouvrira d’autres bals…
En ce temps-là un homme-grenouille possédant plus d’une théorie sur l’origine du ressac, plongeait là-bas… Mais peut-être que les équations sont plus faciles à résoudre que les vagues à gominer.
C’est sous un manteau troué Au sortir d’images fixes, et articulées comme des automates que tout cela commença très lentement avant même que…
L’oiseau bleu pâlit.
Les après-midi tombaient mal, et endurant ce temps les brumes d’ombre périphérique protégeraient sur de multiples miroirs des incendies permanents pour tisseuse de belles aventures. Voilà ce qui est exactement arrivé.
– Mon premier se trouve aux temps où il fallait encore surprendre d’autres affinités aux symétries paradoxales. – Mon second vogue sur tout un sillage en pente. – Ou sont les autres? demande mon troisième. – Aussi bien nulle part rétorque mon avant-avant-dernier.
Dès à présent, tandis qu’une tête endimanche les dépendances d’un château de fables, au demeurant immuable…
…Là où trois mouvements lents plus tard il se fait entendre comme un doux chant pluriel – fais ceci – ceci n’est pas parfait – ceci n’est pas un fait
En pleine lumière dis-moi quelque-chose
Rangez vos joues joues rien ne va plus. Mais quoi encore ! – Un concerto panoramique. – Un diapason à bulle ? – Laper l’eau en vol ? Là, je comprends. Métamorphosé, un cancre est là. Non, un orphéon est un luth en point de croix avec beaucoup de ciel tout autour dans les tons de Jade et qui décrirait une valse enjouée avec Jupiter.
Et maintenant maintes fois maintenu dans un mélange de mystères frivoles et exaspérants joue-nous ton air favori. Sans oublier de donner à boire au poisson chaque minute
je compte avec toi.
Alors j’ouvris sept portes et glissai sur une vague d’encre bien des fois une feuille blanche me pris en otage. Terre promise d’un soleil avenir toujours plus proche à chaque nouvelle écoute toujours plus proche toujours plus proche
Écoute … en ce jardin voir des roses ne pousser qu’à l’envers, et faire signe à une fée volage souriant sur les feux de voilage iridescents à celle qui prendrait la mesure de tout ces quadrilles hypnotiques 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9…
….et deux qui font un.
Quand bientôt, à l’ombre d’Orion, comme une ligne sur ton beau visage, passent un pour toujours et un jamais plus particulièrement aimants aux fleurs, flammes et autres fétiches glacés Δ K O n + =
Alors je n’entendis plus rien ni les chevaux invisibles et, comme dans un scintillement broussailleur dans une sombre forêt un soleil vert.