October 19, 2011

Inside the Artist’s Studio – Maren Hassinger

Now Dig Into This
by Constance Mallinson

There are opportunities for sculpture everywhere. In a field, in a room, on a stage, in the street, on the ceiling, in front of a camera, etc. Every place inspires a different response. Some responses locate us in space and time and link us to particular people in particular places. These last offerings might be political. There are reactions to given events…..There are sculptures acting like sculptures and people acting like people and sculptures acting like people and people acting like sculptures. There’s stillness and motion. There’s the “littering” of space to mark it. There are pieces that last and pieces that erode. Materials are many—steel to video, plastic bags to newspapers. — Maren Hassinger

Maren Hassinger, River, 2011

Performance artist, dancer, and sculptor Maren Hassinger is currently represented in the Hammer Museum’s contribution to the citywide Pacific Standard Time exhibitions, Now Dig This! Art & Black  Los Angeles 1960-1980 opening October 2. With artists as renowned as David Hammons, Raymond Saunders and Bette Saar, to lesser known artists, the exhibition showcases 140 works by 35 artists who formed an important creative community and left a vital legacy to the arts of Los Angeles. Although Hassinger has lived in New York City and Baltimore where she is director of sculpture at Maryland Institute College of Art, for the exhibition she has recreated River consisting of a serpentine thirty foot long galvanized chain intertwined with rope that was first exhibited in her native Los Angeles in 1972. Installed near the entrance to the main galleries at the Hammer housing the major portion of the exhibit, River in its new incarnation and context now primarily addresses issues of black identity, specifically in its oversized use of the symbols of slavery. The title could easily refer to rivers like the Mississippi that facilitated the slave trade. Or, like a slithering venomous snake the chains of racial oppression wind their way through the landscape to leave a legacy of pain and rage. Conversely, it also suggests the river as the means to travel north to freedom and the ensuing transformative power of expression that has characterized much historical African American music, dance, and visual art.

In large thematic survey exhibitions such as this one, it is often difficult to grasp the breadth of an artist’s investigations, or to not perceive the artist’s work as essentialized – involving only issues related to identity. Many of the works in Now Dig This engage specific references to black experiences: John T. Riddle Jr.’s 1965 Untitled (Fist), a mixed media sculpture that joins an upright shovel handle with a  crumpled rake resembling a defiant partly clenched fist, are limited to interpretations of black empowerment in the Civil Rights era. Melvin Edwards’ dark, welded steel aggregates of tools and machine parts are as formally beautiful as carved African masks but in their abundant phallic references seem to harness the threatening power of black masculinity. David Hammons’ 1973 Bird poses a black hand on an old saxophone the mouthpiece of which is a rusty work shovel: the soul of jazz sings of years of hard manual labor. For Hassinger, however, the formal and conceptual requisites that have driven her work for over 40 years reside, as a short bio in the catalog explains, in her use of industrial materials to “approximate natural forms and plant life……bridging the divide between natural and manufactured, interior and exterior, personal and public.”

Maren Hassinger, A Place for Nature, 2011

Indeed, if one had been driving along the 405 Freeway near the North Mullholland Drive exit from 1979 to this summer, one might have seen amongst the rank scrubby growth Hassinger’s site specific work Twelve Trees #2, an orderly row of “trees” constructed from unraveled steel rope. With its curling strands like flying hair in a whirling dance, these hi-tech trees came to typify the kind of nature/culture tensions and material transformations that defined much of her work in the 80’s and 90’s into the present. Her outdoor installations varied from wiggly galvanized wire rope that appeared to bend and move with the wind to fields of wiry wheat sheaves.  Gallery rooms of leaning, writhing snake steel cables set in concrete mimicked seaweed growing from the ocean floor set gently swaying in slow motion by the currents. Much of this earlier work explored the problematic relationship of the industrial to the organic, and by inference, of natural chaos to order.

Hassinger’s roots were clearly in Post-Minimalism with its affinities to influential sculptors like Eva Hesse whose installations like those Hassinger viewed in the early 1970’s at the defunct Pasadena Museum of Modern Art around the time Hassinger had received her MFA in fiber art from UCLA. Hesse’s dangling strings of elongated latex sausages, suspended netted rubber spheres, supple biomorphic doughnuts, soft sacks of droopy egg/scrota forms and trailing hairy skeins were a sexy Surrealist challenge to the male dominated Minimalist art of the 60’s. Artists such as Hesse emphasized expressive, spontaneous process, reintroducing a sense of pleasurable craft, embracing the multiple contradictions and polarities elicited by reinserting eroticism, natural references and disorder into the manufactured primary forms and rigid systems approach that had characterized Minimalism. Writing at the time, Robert Pincus Witten remarked, “The limp, the pliable and the cheap were sought; the hard, the polished, the expensive became suspect.” Rawness, playfulness, and naturalistic coloration had replaced shiny stainless steel and prismatic colored plexi cubes.

Maren Hassinger, Twelvetrees #2

That shift in artistic values allowed for a rediscovery of autobiography and social issues and hastened the interrogation of sexual, individual and racial identities so prevalent in the art of the 80’s and 90’s. The rationalistic, analytical basis of Formalism had yielded what Maurice Berger described as “the passive static art of viewing” to become rather a “phenomenological journey, a passage of tactile and visual discovery rooted in strategies of performance and theatricality.” For Hassinger whose dance and performance pieces focused on a consideration of the temporalities and theatricalities of entire sites and the dissolution of framing devices that impede direct communication with the spectator, a renewed humanism and engagement with materials resulted. The departure from traditional aesthetic concerns and the immersion of the natural into the social and cultural seen in choreographed performances like Ten Minutes (1977) in which tree branches were symbolic of the natural world, informed the use of the industrial materials like steel, concrete, plaster, infusing them with opposing qualities like fragility, growth, dance-like movement recalling shamanistic rituals. Conventional binaries and hierarchies that neatly separated industry from a thoroughly sanctified nature were challenged, suggesting that as nature is artificially reproduced—genetic engineering, theme parks, suburbia, etc. – and our infringement upon it intensifies, those changes bear examination. Given the strong emphasis on unorthodox sculptural materials coupled with the emergent environmental issues at the time, one would have most likely experienced the 1972 version of River as a highly experimental challenge to the sculptural status quo as well as a poetic addressing of the devastation of nature by industry in its symbolic transmogrification of water into steel and rope. Subsequent installations like Heaven 1985, a room of preserved and scented rose leaves covering the gallery walls or Blanket of Branches (1986) a ceiling mounted suspended web of bare intertwining branches, challenged traditional sculptural aesthetics aswell as requirements for permanency in traditional art valuation with their ephemerality. No longer substituting the illusions of the natural found in conventional landscape representation, these pieces initiated a contact with the landscape based not on separation and alienation but on a tactile and visually beautiful appreciation. Performances like Pink Trash (1980) in which Hassinger, clad in a suit fashioned from bright pink plastic garbage bags, carefully replaced trash that she had collected on site in several New York parks and then painted rose petal pink, had underscored but ultimately attempted to harmonize the rift between civilization and the natural environment via an art gesture. Further, her gallery installations like Perimeter (1990), a room sized open picture frame constructed of cut twigs and branches that delineated a corner of the white gallery, reversed the usual perceptual model of traditional landscape painting. Instead of designating a portion of nature for our pleasurable gaze, “nature” enclosed the viewer and space within the frame, directing attention to the artifice of viewing the environment in order to interrogate the boundaries that separate humans from the natural world. The work of this twenty year period continuously subverted expectations for representation, materials, proper art contexts, disarming and disrupting many of their associations with power, privilege, or repression. Our attitudes—positive and negative– toward the natural world rely on how culture frames the experience and Hassinger has continued to explore that dynamic for over forty years.

Beginning around 2000, Hassinger became more explicit in her exploration of public and private identities. She has made expressive masks of herself cast from strips of the London Financial Times to explore how we are impacted by economic news and the stories that create our collective and personal images. In Wrenching News (2008) shredded, twisted and wrapped newspaper was shaped into a mandala-like icon for spiritual contemplation and transformation. Rainforest (2004) fabricated of shredded, twisted and knotted newspaper then hung from the ceiling like a thicket of vines, reiterates content in early work that either represents the natural by the human manufactured or returns natural artifacts to the realm of culture to and dramatize the tensions, relationships and connections between those realms. Healing has assumed a more important role. The “Sit Upons” (2010) wove hundreds of strips cut from daily newspapers into seats for the “Global Africa” show so that participants can engage in “the simple act of sitting in repose” and gain a new understanding of the space around them but also in a way that promotes person-to-person communication, sitting together, telling personal stories. The Sit Upons invite a palliative counterforce to the detached stance of mass media. She references the act of weaving to the kente cloth factories of Ghana and Ivory Coast, the “origin of my practice”, acknowledging the importance of her heritage. Likewise in a video also named “The River” she made in 2005 for the African American Performance Archive, an interview with her uncle in St. Louis  evoked floodplains where debris is deposited to suggest this is what is inherited from our ancestors. Having realized these projects, she returned to the remaking of the 1972 River currently on view at the Hammer.

Maren Hassinger, Wrenching News. 2008.   Maren Hassinger, Sit Upons. 2010.

Then what does it mean to recreate a previous work of art with new intentions and perceptions and in light of current events? What of revisionism to fit a curatorial scheme? Are an artist’s intentions and ideas irrelevant anyway as determined by theorists who equate viewer interpretation with intention? Since an artwork is always subject to new discoveries and observations, we could reconsider Hassinger’s metal sculptures of the past as metaphors for co-existence, not only between nature and civilization but between the marginalized and the larger culture, i.e. a wire  shrub is “out of place” in a natural environment. The struggles to find a balance between nature and human life that much of her early work embodied extends now to human-to-human relationships. In examining Hassinger’s prolific four decade practice it became clear that unlike many of the pieces in Now Dig This that are so bound by the urgencies of the era in which they were made, The River has grown more meaningful and powerful from the particularities of its immediate and past contexts. Because it was originally made by a 25 year old artist who hadn’t lived yet to see the full extent of environmental degradation, globalism, the full significance of the struggle for equality, even the election of the first African American president, the artwork –in keeping with the non-permanent, ever changing nature of many of her previous pieces—now has multi-leveled associations. The work is no less about nature being subsumed by industry, the oppression of slavery and racial bias, or the ropes and chains that tie our trading ships laden with foreign produced goods to the docks leaving Americans without jobs and healthcare. If anything, Hassinger’s  reimagined  River is one of the few pieces in the show that accomplishes what might have been the single most important goal of post-war black artists: that no matter the race or gender behind it, a great work of art has the ability to touch us all in myriad ways.

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September 15, 2011

Cameron

Pacific Standard Time Arrives
by Nancy Cantwell

Initiated by the Getty Museum along with the Getty Research Institute, Pacific Standard Time has blossomed into a comprehensive collaboration of 60 cultural institutes whose focus will be the art and artists of Southern California from the years 1945 to 1980. While the official kickoff date is October 1st, the festival has already taken on wings with gallery exhibitions of works by such L.A. original as Beatrice Wood, Maria Nordman and John Outterbridge. I was thrilled when Scott Hobbs, brought to my attention that the work of Marjorie Cameron was to be included as part PST’s inaugural Getty exhibition “Crosscurrents” and featured as part of the Getty’s “Explore the Era” web archive. Scott along George Herms are both part of the Cameron-Parsons Foundation board and as such have been instrumental as keepers of the flame of this extraordinary Southern Californian original.

Here, in an interview conducted and shot by Hobbs in 2002, Herms speaks about his first encounters with Cameron who he aptly identifies as part of the “occult humanist tradition.”

Cameron has been a part of many posts I’ve written albeit in the shadows. As an actress, in Curtis Harrington 1961 cult classic Night Tide she is the enigmatic leader of the “Sea People” who speaks a cryptic language unknown to all but her legion of mermaids. In Kenneth Anger’s film Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome, Cameron is cast in a leading role of “The Scarlet Woman” and “Kali” opposite Anais Nin’s character of “Asarte.” But it is within the context of her artistic contributions that are explored as part of PST where her greatest influences can be appreciated. Cameron became the poster girl for the 1955 Wallace Berman’s literary and artistic journal Semina. From the Cameron-Parson Foundation:

In the early 1950s, Cameron met the fellow LA artist and jazz enthusiast Wallace Berman who was fascinated by her artwork, poetry, and mystical aura. She later recounted that she was impressed by the fact that, shortly after they were introduced, he gave her a copy of Hermann Hesse’s Steppenwolf. Although steering clear of her occult activities, Berman was intrigued with her persona and, as she put it in her 1986 interview with art historian Sandra Starr, “He seemed to be interested in somehow promoting me.” In 1955 Berman used his photograph of Cameron as the cover of his literary and artistic journal Semina 1 and included in the issue a reproduction of a drawing she had made the previous year during her first experience with peyote, which she had taken after hearing a lecture by Aldous Huxley. The reproduced drawing became renowned when the Los Angeles Police Department cited it as “lewd” and shut down Barman’s 1957 exhibition of drawings, assemblages, and sculptures at Ferus Gallery. After this experience, Cameron, like Berman, refused to show her art in commercial galleries. She remained, however, a crucial figure in the Berman circle.

This is also well documented as part of PST in the accompanying interview with Lyn Kieinholz, author of L.A. Rising, and Getty curator John Tain.

Cameron will furthermore be a part of the exhibition at the Pasadena Museum of California Art, “L.A. Raw, Abstract Expressionism in Los Angeles, 1945-1980, From Rico LeBrun to Paul McCarthy.” This is all a rare opportunity to become acquainted with a mesmerizing artist whose influence is now irrefutably entrenched as a part of Pacific Standard Time.

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Untitled (Portrait of Crystal), ca. 1961, Marjorie Cameron. Ink and gouache on wood panel. 43 1/2 x 11 3/4 ” Collection of Scott Hobbs. Permission courtesy of Cameron Parons Foundation

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Semina cover with photograph of Cameron, 1955, Wallace Berman.Semina journal, no. 1 (1955) by Wallace Berman. Gelatin silver print mounted on cardstock. 7 1/2 x 4 in. The Getty Research Institute, 2564-801.no1.2. Courtesy of the Estate of Wallace Berman and Michael Kohn Gallery, Los Angeles

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July 9, 2011

Inside the Artist’s Studio – Nuttaphol Ma

A River Runs Through It
by Constance Mallinson

Badwater Basin in Death Valley, the lowest point in the continental US, is flat, empty, surrounded by desolate, desiccated mountains, and yet the near blinding whiteness of the valley floor symbolizes and enlarges upon the traditional ground zero for the artist—the vacant white studio wall. Or as Jean Baudrillard described the desert, it is the place of “superficial neutrality”, a “challenge to meaning and profundity.” Here on May Day this year Thai American multi-disciplinary artist Nuttaphol Ma began a 6 day, 138.3 mile documented performance/journey to the trailhead of Mt. Whitney—the highest point in the U.S.– carrying a body-sized lightweight handmade “boat” over his head. As recipient of the 2011 Feitelson Arts Fellowship, he has created a site-specific installation based on a prophetic dream and a lyric from the Sam Cooke song, A Change is Gonna Come at Barnsdall’s Los Angeles Municipal Gallery. Centered primarily on a two channel video of the walk shot by artist Victoria Tao, one video captures Ma walking on the highway away from the camera, the other depicts him walking towards it. The shoulder transported boat suggests a long and arduous sea voyage or the nomadic tent carrying life of Mongol tribespeople. Cars speed by intermittently and perilously close as the background scenery morphs from desert to foothills, to alpine forest. Perhaps the most arresting moment of the journey, however, is the sudden swift appearance of two fighter jets on maneuvers from China Lake Naval Base. They aggressively swoop low and loud from the sky, contrasting to the simple, rythmic naturalness of Ma’s footsteps, imposing their arrogant technology on the sublime ancient landscape. Because we never see Ma’s face or expression for it is concealed by the boat, because he continues walking in the presence of such naked power, the walk appears less like Ma’s ego driven personal struggle, but rather a gesture in communion with historic marches and heroic treks. By the time we see him reaching the portal to Mt. Whitney and the land boat is finally put down, there is a recollection of Gandhi’s march from Ahmedabad to coastal village of Dandi where he produced salt in protest against the British imposed salt tax, Martin Luther King’s Civil Rights marches, the universal immigrant seeking a better life against the restrictions of borders, threats of war and natural disasters.

As with his previous pieces like The Ruins of Daedalus’ Labyrinth seen at Pasadena’s Armory space in January 2011, Ma’s pieces are not easily categorized but are a kind of ecological mix encompassing sculpture, performance, video, and installation all inextricably bound with his current and past life, his dreams, spirituality,  objects from mass culture/everyday life, and diverse sociopolitical, anthropological concerns. At Barnsdall, the two Born by the River videos are projected onto suspended diaphanous fabric walls, the “building blocks” of which are based on measurements taken from intervals in the gallery’s columns, and sewn from discarded fabric packaging collected from Crate and Barrel where he is a fulltime employee. The sewing takes place in Ma’s Chinatown “sweatshop” studio he describes as “a laboratory to translate critical thoughts” – a site for examining cultural phenomena, patterns, attitudes. Here in solidarity with the rich history of immigrant labor, he carefully joined the bags, stamping the rows of muslin rectangles with the dates of completion; the visible stitches seem to reiterate every step of the journey. The meticulously shaped and seamed sacks now create an unforetold relationship with their new space where they assume new life and connectedness with the city. In fact, Ma stated, “Everything is a semi-colon” with every object repurposed and continuously recycled in subsequent work and challenges the western notion of the discreet finished, museum-ready artwork. Adjacent to one wall atop a small tower of found plywood disks discarded from an art student’s project is a galvanized bucket with an attached poem by Ma. It holds measured hardware store paint sticks wound with skeins of “yarn” fabricated from the plastic shopping bags sewn and stretched over the bamboo frame and removed from the vessel he carried in the current video before it was burned at journey’s end. Before the bags formed the boat sides, they had been crocheted into a large hanging “fabric”. The bags also await their reincarnation into a future installation. Part of the haunting, evocative soundtrack for the video is taken from a skipping, repeating section on an old record of Tchaikovsky’s Pathetique Symphony interspersed with Tao’s violin compositions. The last symphony Tchaikovsky wrote before his suicide, the Pathetique is not an end for Tchaikovsky or this outmoded LP but is joined in a never ending chorus of consummate, melancholic beauty. The fabric bags made by anonymous Indian workers and almost discarded by the corporate store have become a commemorative wall underscoring the practices of our consumer culture willfully oblivious of the backbreaking work of factory slaves. Symbolically connecting the present with the past, a bell that is heard in the video soundtrack that has been used in earlier installations such as In the Red, a 2009 exhibition at Claremont Graduate Gallery in which Ma constructed his family’s original dwelling from  floors of handmade pallets and  suspended “walls”  constructed from Chinese restaurant place mats recalling the ones used in the family restaurant when they were new arrivals to Los Angeles.  In the center of the “house” sat a bowl over a power socket containing the bell ready to fill the space with its reverberations. This same bell is struck at the outset of Ma’s walk so that its vibrations would break and renew the space near the site where Chinese migrants toiled in the late 1800’s to clear way for the road used for the 20 mule team to transport borax across a rugged region called the Devil’s Golf Course.

Aside from the Buddhist reflection underlying Ma’s practice—universal love and compassion, divesting oneself of the ego-centered life and attachments to permanence or outcome (often embodied in contemporary western art), the exchange of love for pain and suffering in working out negative karma, concepts of rebirth, listening to dreams, “right” behavior and awareness to promote liberation and freedom to name just a few tenets—his work shares characteristics with a number of contemporary artists and trends in critical ideas. This work has its roots in the Fluxus Movement of the 1960’s when arch proponent Guy Debord espoused experimental participatory art events in order to disrupt and break the hold of capitalism. French curator and theoretician Nicholas Bourriaud has more recently specified a tendency he calls “Relational Aesthetics” in which artists work ”within the gaps of capitalism” in order to transgress traditional notions of property and ownership and to promote “a culture of activity to counteract market induced passivity.” Further for Bourriaud, “artistic activity is a game whose forms, patterns, and functions develop and evolve according to periods and social contexts; it is not an immutable essence.” Art then operates in the realm of human interactions, not as an “assertion of private symbolic space” but as a challenge to the hierarchies entrenched in corporatism or the state and the underlying violence of globalism. Whether Rirkrit Tiravanija who hands out free soup and curry to audiences, Gabriel Orozco who slung a hammock at MOMA, or Jens Hanning who broadcast humorous stories in Turkish to disenfranchised immigrants in Copenhagen, a number of contemporary artists are fomenting tiny revolutions that take place in the face of giant superstructures, creating micro-communities and models of sociability. Their practices undermine art as commerce, opting instead to put forth ideas about art that Bourriaud describes as “a state of encounter” and a denial of “the existence of any specific ‘place of art’ in favor of a forever unfinished discursiveness …the production of gestures wins out over the production of material things.” Similarly for Ma, “the doing part of the art is like making a meal, just a process.”

This kind of approach, then, necessitates downplaying artisanal craft and the usual process of exchange. For “relational” artists, if there could even be a “goal” it is to unbind the artwork, expanding its territories exponentially from pure visual pleasure, virtuosity, and limited historical readings such as “Modernism” and “Postmodernism” to integrate and interact freely with social, political, and cultural environments. Why would fine artists want to seek this position? Notwithstanding the contradictions and ironies of celebrity that accrue to artists like Tiravanija, few within the contemporary art/culture industries would deny that art has lost much of its transgressive shock value and that artists who continue to be motivated by models of alienation with hollow , spectacle driven work do so primarily as marketing strategies for financial gain. Critics like Suzi Gablik have argued that this constitutes a kind of endgame in which the avant garde epater la bourgeoisie is decadently rehashed in the hopes that that paradigm can continue to lead to fame and riches. She believes the world is in such a state of crisis that artists can use their talents and venues to promote and emphasize healing, reconciliation, and understanding by any means at their disposal without losing art’s sense of inventiveness, playful engagement, complexity, or suggestiveness. Or as Ted Purves explained in his book “What We Want is Free”, artists can examine what benefits they might bring to society through acts of generosity, exchange, and democracy. The audience becomes much more of a crucial player, a collaborator, again subverting the traditional nature and status of aesthetic endeavors.

When I first became acquainted with Ma in 2007 he told me of a performance where he carried dirt filled pillowcases labeled “Made in Pakistan”, purchased at Walmart, up and down a mountain near Los Angeles. Bringing into focus labor practices that support First World consumerism, the piece is unlikely to stop Americans from supporting exploitive labor in their buying habits, but addressed levels of awareness that can be transmitted by small individual acts. On a more ambitious scale, Ma’s next piece will involve a reconstruction of his grandfather’s home in China, packing the components in shipping containers, and if possible, residing in the containers as they leave the San Pedro docks to be eventually installed on site in China. As in Born by the River which both refers to the dream sequence that “birthed” the artwork and the never ending currents of water on the globe that carry people, give life and also take it away, the river will now figuratively flow into the Pacific to not only allow Ma to reenact ancient trips, but also begin anew. Ma’s studio will morph from a small Chinatown sweatshop to a crammed crate, suggesting that the studio is no longer a specialized isolated place to produce art, but involves a continuum of spaces, locations, and configurations. Quoting the 16th century Japanese poet Basho who wrote, “And the journey itself is home” Ma could have also remarked, “And my studio is never the same but also a journey.”

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January 23, 2011

Origin Stories

Cheryl Ann Thomas, New Work, Frank Lloyd Gallery, January 8-February 5, 2011
by Michelle Plochere

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The suite of porcelain and bronze pieces by Cheryl Ann Thomas that comprise her latest show at the Frank Lloyd Gallery seem to find their locus as “objects” neither in the art world proper – the province of museums, educators and critics, nor in the decorative arts – where we find the beyond-functionality of material beauty.  The interest of these works exists in the space between these often mutually exclusive domains – worlds with their own historical lineages and arbiters of taste. These objects seem to exist independently of any progenitors, their origin story elusive and mysterious.

Thomas terms these works “artifacts” and “relics,” and there is a reference here to both their broken nature, but also to the manual coiling process that formed them, that has an ancient, trans-continental precedent in the history of pottery making. Meticulously layering thin, serpentine strands of clay, Thomas creates precarious columns that are, in a sense, engineered for failure, as they collapse when met with the heat of the kiln. The resultant “ruins” are then conjoined and fired once again, creating and recreating, by design and chance, a paradoxical syntax of temporal consumption and destruction, meticulous order and arbitrary chaos. A time lapse video in a gallery anteroom reveals her process, as she slowly builds a hollow 5 foot tower that relents with a small amount of pressure at its most vulnerable point. In Thomas’ own words, “[the] work is an intimate and experiential inquiry into fragility and loss. I construct, I sabotage, I reconcile.” It is ritual in the guise of craft.

The pieces are imposing in scale, proportionally equivalent to a human torso, and it is disquieting to see genteel porcelain compressed and hewed as though it were a John Chamberlain industrial sculpture. (Indeed, there are also a few, more recent, cast bronze and steel pieces in the show with similar processual origins). An immediate perceptual and cognitive dissonance arises:  the work is organic in its curves, yet rigid in its hardened form; it is porous, yet opaque; it is sensual, but unyielding.

As another paradox, it is work that both rewards and frustrates contemplation. While maintaining an elegiac palette of whites, grays and blacks, Thomas has woven strands of bright blue into the Grecian pleats of the work – and one effect of these shards is that they appear as diaphanous folds and rents of fabric – flags flowing in an imperceptible breeze. Artifact 4, a bronze, is made up of gentle curls that are kelp-like in their form, and seem to waft in a current of their own devising.

In the end, it is a closed system that these objects represent: more containers than vessels in terms of their relationship to the void, they are subjects and objects of an inward collapse.  They are more formless — in the sense of Bataille’s destabilizing concept of base materialism, his “informe–” than form. The “reconciliation” that has taken place between the artist and the material has left them vexingly out of reach to the present time, defying categorization: hence their status as relics and artifacts. They hold themselves in reserve as puzzles, formed by hand and material, strategy and chance, presenting a temporal unraveling, undoing and unknowing.

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June 8, 2010

Tim Hawkinson’s Eternal Return

Tim Hawkinson at Blum and Poe Gallery, Los Angeles, May 22-June 26, 2010
by  Michelle Plochere

In contrast to the morbid formality and enforced quietude of the Blum and Poe gallery space, the cold, dead hand (culled from rotten apples and banana peels), that greets the visitor at the start of the Tim Hawkinson show, seems comparatively warm and welcoming as it emerges, zombie-style, from its hygienic white display column, more alive in its organic state of decomposition than anything else that is to follow. This literal reveal of the hand is a thematic precursor for the show, as it foregrounds the play between the animate and inanimate, motion and inertia, the useful and the useless, entropy and evolution, craft and junk.

In the next room, a sculpture of cardboard tubes, cylinders and wheels made from rolls of tape and other useful products, almost casually tossed in the corner, suggests not the dog of the title so much as a kinetic sculpture waiting to be spun and twirled – an improvisational toy harvested from trash cans in an alleyway. A large pen and ink drawing becomes a meditation on circular forms, suggesting an elaborate four-level freeway interchange to nowhere – a closed system in which the mark of the hand and the process itself are left visible through penciled outlines; it is decidedly imperfect in its ode to rationalist form – rationalist form in service of the irrational.

The hands appear again in a collage piece, as clasped fingers become the tread of a tire in Bike, and the body is re-made into machine, but again, the closed system, of possible/impossible motion, is represented – wheels will spin, but go nowhere. And another piece presents entwined fingers and toes —rough, frayed and imperfect yet insistent on their grooves and rivulets — echoing circularity turning inside itself.

But there are two major set pieces in the show, that, along with the opening hand (a proper pun), form a Gothic narrative for the 21st century that slowly unwinds itself through the gallery rooms as such aforementioned ancillary pieces build upon one another.

Orrery, taking its title from the word for a mechanical model of the solar system, utilizes the leitmotif of the spinning wheel and makes it literal, if not functional: an 8 foot tall crone sits at a wheel, her dress pattern kaleidoscopically rotates, the bun in her hair spins, her eyeballs turn in their sockets, and the mechanical movements are sticky and imprecise. Her skin is made of melted plastic grocery bags, that, in spite of the still-visible logos, coalesce into an eerily realistic color, and the entire cross breed of sculpture – construction – engineered attraction is made from what are, to all appearances, entirely recycled materials. And even as it is the detritus of consumer product that is put on display, it is process and craft that are revealed – much is left undone in this piece in which the works are exposed, even though a tautology of motion is the only thing being produced.

The denouement of the show, a bookend to Orrery, is Candle, an over-scaled mechanized candle of dripping foam, in which cascading material is taken in at the bottom, and returned through a pulley system. A door at the back shows us the mechanical contrivances inside, and the interior it exposes is shiny and gold, reminiscent of Hansel and Gretel’s oven/crematorium. The candle holds symbolic value, but its flame is inert and stagnant, in spite of its constant machine-driven flickering. In its perpetual, relentless “recycling,” it serves in memoriam to a wasteful and onanistic consumer-driven culture that is less dying than undead; the narrative is brought full circle and a hand again reaches up from its grave.

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August 21, 2009

Quotidian Los Angeles

Quotidian Los Angeles, maybe a bit undone. Dingbats and Mid-Century endure in a poetic, defiant state of the remiss. Nothing apocalyptic, more poised as a silent reclamation of purpose. Photography by Paul Cabanis.

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May 22, 2009

In-Kleined

adriansaxeThere has been much said about the satire and punster atmosphere of the work of Adrian Saxe. But when asked point blank “What interests you about your work?” Saxe responds without pause, “the space, how you operate it… you know, how you drive the car.” Like most, I have have focused on the shear visceral and astounding technical prowess of Saxe’s ceramics. His mastery of historical appropriation played against tongue in cheek post-modernism is what catches our attention, but for Saxe it is covert feasibility that keeps him up at night.

Saxe’s vessels are operational. His ewers pour, maybe only for the most rarified of ritual, but that is up to the collector’s discretion. “…operation of the vessels in their intended use, even if only once (and subsequently in the imagination or mental appropriation of potential use) is what interests me. The viewer’s speculation about touching and moving the operational parts, with or without actually using the piece for its implied or understood use, becomes important. I often have a weird or discomforting device as a handle or spout on a ewer or covered jar. The physical encounter and interactivity is only one of many aspects of pottery, but it can be paramount for fully experiencing the work and understanding the intentionality behind it.”

His simple statement that ceramics both occupies and contains space took me by surprise. It dawned on me, while the rest of us have been satisfied with being seduced by the lush glazing, detailed surfacing and titillating lusters, Saxe has been “driving” the container. That the exterior and interior operate on a quid pro basis is at the core of Saxe’s preoccupation. Perhaps the consummate expression of this are his Klein Bottles. Saxe delights at the equation used for execution and the precise point of perpetual return. He giggles with glee at the ant, who no matter how long he journeys, always stays on the same surface of the object. These vessels turn in on themselves so that what was once hidden is now revealed. This is no pun, but a true rendering of concept.

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