Thinking Time

Susan Hiller

Tate Britain, Monday 23^rd February 2011

The exhibition began with Hiller examining the British fascination with bad weather, a series of carefully documented postcards of seaside resorts with seeming tidal waves. These are ‘dedicated to an unknown artist’ as the ubiquitous postcard author is never credited for their work passed the point of making. The artist has documented the linguistic; ‘another card for your collection’ creating a commentary reference between sender and receiver, and visual traits, through a series of crosses, as if to map out the common trends and desirable features of the chosen postcards. Displayed in wooden frames on stone walls, the pieces seem ordered and sterile, far removed from the original experience of being splashed by a wave on holiday. On the left hand wall there was also a flipbook to encourage the viewer to revisit the images in a hands on experience, as well as a copy of the condensed notes to leaf though. Although this made the work easier to physical access, it further distanced it from its origin.

My favourite pieces from the exhibition were the ‘Recycled Works’; a series of cut up former paintings on canvas which had been sewed together to make sculptural blocks. Each was stencilled with the date and dimensions of the original piece. These were displayed in a glass, suspended cabinet but had a really tactile quality to them. From looking I could imagine the smell of the oil seeping into the canvas, and the weight of the pieces loaded with paint. This is something that I could really explore in my own work, as often I ‘destroy’ work which I can’t store, or which is passed the point of no return. I have realised that this is predominantly because I value the clean, white ground of the canvas, so when I try to rework or prime over already used surfaces used I can never recreate that ‘virgin’ state. The works were labelled with a numbered map on the wall so as not to intrude on the pieces. Another recycled piece ‘Big Blue’ (1976) caught my attention; sheets of oil on canvas bound into a book, again showing a trace of what was, but not in its full form. The book also included a slide – what had been recorded wasn’t clear but it may have been the painting in full, before it was broken down into pages. 

http://www.susanhiller.org/Info/artworks/artworks-RecycledWorks.html

Overall there was a lack of colour in Hiller’s retrospective, bleakness, a Memento Mori nod, a trace of something. Even her paintings were hidden inside panels. She rigorously documented her work, through a log, photograph or sculptural piece, preserving her product and process but not in their original form. This reminded me of Sophie Calle. A colour focused piece, ‘Magic Lantern’ explored viewer response to circles, waxing and waning like a coloured moon. Their absence created a trace, an optical illusion where my eyes wanted there to be shape where there wasn’t. Figures moving in front of the projector cast a shadow over these images, forcing an interaction with the piece.

‘Witness’ (2000) was surreal; tiny speakers hanging from long wires in a seemingly order less arrangement, with whispered messages coming from them. On arriving at the centre, it became clear that they were arranged in diagonal lines from a central point, which defined routes to leave the piece. It was physically engaging and intriguing to hear those voices, in many languages, retelling their stories. I would like to do that through the eyes of my portraits, somehow capturing the viewer, as though sharing a secret.

I will take away from this show a sense of the importance of documentation, the value of recording process and preserving product, regardless of its form, something for the learning log. Also to take on a sense of being playful, but purposeful and experimental with materials, developing ideas further than the product by giving it a before and after.

Eve Arnold

Chris Beetles Photography, Monday 21st February http://www.chrisbeetlesfinephotographs.com/

Visited the Eve Arnold exhibit with the 'foci' from set reading in mind, technologies of display, space and labels. All images were displayed in a black frame (varying thicknesses) with a white window mount. Bizarrely, where some prints had been sold, there were gaps where presumably the new owner had already taken the image away. For me this gave a sense of imbalance, where the orginal curators decisions had been disrupted and the patterns of frames had been truncated. The only hint that something was once there was the indicative hook in an empty space. One image was hung on a closed door, the others on painted 'stone' (off-grey) walls, the door for once making me consider that invisible space. Perhaps this was where the missing photos were hidden. The photographs were without labels; a number linked to a remote images list was the only 'caption', making you look carefully at the content. The image list also included prices - a more commercial gallery - and seemed more focused towards selling although the viewer had to deliberately collect a list and cross reference number with information. Perhaps there was no reason to label as the iconic Marilyn Monroe was easily recognisable, and the ambiguity of the anonymous 'performers' and street photography heightened. The space was lit by very strong white lights, which glared sometimes uncomfortably onto the glass covered surfaces of the works. This also forced the viewer to cast a shadow over the images, so that , despite being unable to touch we still were part of an encounter. Arnold shows an interest in order, multiples and reflection, alongside fame. Although predominantly black and white, the two colour images in contrast became a focus in the room, in particular the one hung alone providing a stark contrast to the rest. Collections of photographs were arranged sometimes to create contrast, sometimes showing a theme like darkness, or exposure. A small and awkward alcove housed some of the seemingly less favoured images, although this I'm sure was not the curator's intention.

LA SOIRÉE!

Saw this last night, amazing again! Love the costumes, decadence and general frivolity. Probably favourite were the puppets, closely followed by burlesque striptease:)