Rowan Smith's Future Shock Lost. A Student Review by Sonya Cotton

Thursday, August 28, 2008


The following was produced by a very young student, but I thought it was pretty insightful. Well done Miss Cotton.

Rowan Smith’s Future Shock Lost, held at ‘What If The World’ Gallery, consisted of sculptures, photographs and veneer pictures, all alluding to early digital aesthetics and, in turn, nostalgia for past ideals of the future. These ideals, always emerging along with technology of the time, were (and still are) translated into science fiction and escapist fantasy. All factors of the exhibition; including the bright lighting, the startling whiteness of the walls, the general minimalism, lack of personal or sentimental touches (as well as the artworks themselves), contributes to create a (retro?) futuristic atmosphere, akin to the inside of a space shuttle.

An obsession with “outer space” is often considered an attribute of childhood. “Future Shock Lost”, in this regard, refers to a deep nostalgia for childhood and/or eras long past. This concept is further enhanced in the manner in which old appliances are romantised, and revered as important ancestors to current technology, rather than “junk” to be disposed of. As technology is developed for human progression, it thus embodies (for the people of that time) ideals of what the future will be like. Every outdated appliance represents a “dead” or at least abandoned future.

Smith is strongly influenced by the presence of the digital age, as well as the forgotten technology it has replaced. As a young artist, he would have witnessed the transformation from analogue technology (such as movie tapes, and VCRs), into slick, prevailing digital technology (such as DVDs and MP3s).

The entire exhibition can be understood as a yearning to ‘escape’ the present by merging existential notions of the future with everyday domesticity. Radio Olympus Mons, a sculpture created out of vertically aligned radio aerials, is arranged in a manner so as to precisely depict the contours of Olympus Mons, the highest peak on Mars. The sculpture relates to early 1900s, when scientists bombarded Mars with radio signals in the hope of finding and communicating with alien life. This again refers to man’s almost childish desire to grasp the future, as emulated in science fiction involving space, the future and time travel.
The centrepiece of the exhibition is entitled Dot Matrix Loop'. It consists of three outdated printers, such as would have been common in offices in the 80s and 90s, hung from the ceiling by metal rods. The machines are arranged so that the long stream of paper printed in one loops through the others, forming a never-ending cycle of printing. 150 human figures are randomly printed. This contraction, like many of the other artworks constructed, is entirely impractical, entirely illogical and quite bizarre. By divorcing connotations of technology encompassing practical functions, it allows the viewer to interrogate the machine as a works of art. The illogic as to how Dot Matrix Loop functions communicates the excitement and magic the artist feels regarding retro-technology. The absurdity of the machine can be connected to the notion of creating fantastic and complicated machinery to perform simple or unnecessary tasks (eg, Doctor Seuss’ flamboyant mechanical drawings, or the American cartoonist, Rube Goldberg’s [1883-1970] drawings) and ignites the viewer with childlike fascination.
One factor contributing to the futuristic atmosphere of the exhibition, as well as proving an important motif throughout, is the lack of sound emitted from the machinery. As noise is usually associated with production and function, the silence in the exhibition further elevates the displayed technology to the status of art. Notions of noise are expressed only through visual representation, such as in Florian, Karl, Wolfgang and Ralph. The title refers to the four members of the band, Kraftwerk, considered to be the founders of electronic music. Kraftwerk exalted in technology, and believed in a harmonious union between man and machine, and created music solely by electronic means. In 1981 they wrote a song “Pocket Calculator”, glorifying and romantising the hand-held machine that, at that time, still retained novelty. Florian, Karl, Wolfgang and Ralph is a modified ‘ready made’, consisting of four pocket calculators hung on a wall. Each calculator has been programmed to simultaneously perform the function of one of the four Kraftwerk members in the song “Pocket Calculator” (One calculator displays the drum tab, one the lyrics, one the synthesiser tab and one the keyboard tab). Hung in perfect symmetry, the calculators thus refer to the perfect order that Kraftwerk relished in machinery. The fact that pocket calculators are in a sense ‘performing’ a song entitled ‘pocket calculator’ creates an element of humour and absurdity in the work.
Static Universe continues the theme of silence. It is a photo-etching of television static, framed in such a manner as to appear as if sitting in a television box. The image of static refers to the microwave theory, a theory claiming radiation from the Big Bang still exists inside static, even in the most domestic of appliances. Static Universe conveys the dazzling message that something as incomprehensible as the creation of the universe is linked with mundane everyday existence.

Goodbye Enemy Airship conveys a similar theme of silence. It is a record player wired to continuously play a record, adorned with the exact plotting of a constellation of stars. The record’s grooves have been sanded down, thus making the record spin in dead silence.

In An Extension Cord as though it Were on the Surface of the Moon, a tangled knot of wood is carved to exactly mimic an extension cord. The sculpture floats from the ceiling, as though liberated from earth’s gravity. By connecting notions of “space travel” with something as domestic as an extension cord, the most simple and thankless of appliances, Smith interrogates the response of simple technology to futuristic space travel. The wooden extension cord appears to be knotted with a degree of randomness, but the composition is harmonious and balanced in its over all effect. The two opposite ends of the plug face each other, as though poised to “fit” together, although at polar ends of the sculpture. This can be a subconscious reflection of the artist’s immense love for technology, and a desire for the primal, possibly sexual unification of plug and socket, man and machine, and the future and the present. The positioning of the plug and socket is successful in how it affects composition. Nothing in the sculpture allows the viewer’s eyes to escape the sculpture – the long tangle of wood leads the eye in a circular motion. This entrapment of the eye is significant, as is reflects on the nature of daydream and getting “lost in one’s thoughts”.

As an insulator, wood is an entirely impractical medium to carve extension cords. The love and care bestowed on the wood in order to give it a highly representational appearance forces the viewer to examine the artworks in a new manner. Using wood, a very ancient medium for sculpture, also adds a historical element to the artwork. It reinforces the aesthetic appeal with which Smith regards old technology.
Despite connotations of technology being the enemy of romance, Smith merges the two in a manner graceful, witty and creative.

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A General Round-Up

Monday, August 11, 2008


'Twas a busy week last week. Plenty of shows on, plus I'm making progress on the Relaunch of ArtHeat (keep your eyes open for that in the coming month: Big Party in the works). This is keeping my brain in a mush-like state, hence the general round-up.

In news, James Webb won ABSA l'Atelier, although it has been almost impossible to find this out. Very quiet web presence. Congratulations to him, though. I liked the Auto-hagiography work. The Gerard Sekoto prize went to Retha Ferguson, and I cannot find the winning work on-line. Or again, much presence at all.

Maybe next year, South Africa will have grown some black artists.

Monday saw the opening of Scratching the Surface Vol 1, at the AVA. Independently curated shows make me happy, and the quality of the last two shows at AVA show this well, Baring by Eunice Geustyn was good (not reviewed here owing to aforementioned mush), and this one by Gabi Ngcobo and Mwenya Kabwe of manje-manje projects, was complex and interesting, and at times frustrating and bleak. Good ingredients. I'm writing a full review elsewhere, so I can't say too much more, so here is a review by Miles Keylock.

Tuesday featured Rowan Smith's Future Shock Lost at Whatiftheworld. Think Arcade Fire's Neighbourhood #2 (Laika), but less whiny. A must see show. Again, I can't say too much more at this stage: the downside of being a rock star.

I dropped by the Bell-Roberts to catch the tail-end of their inaugural show, Between Meaning and Matter. Being a mostly oooh-look-who-we-got-in-our-stable-show, the title was on spot: it didn't mean much nor matter much. There was some really delicate sculptures by Philippe Bousquet, nice and unmonumental, and a funny video by Fahamu Pecou. My only regret is that I appeared to have missed a video by Jaques Coetzer, whose work I enjoy.

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Future Shock Lost

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Rowan Smith at Whatiftheworld 5th August, 6pm.
Comes recommended.

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Power? Please. Power Play at the Goodman Cape

Monday, June 23, 2008


Shit, is this show even still up? A bit slow on the posting here, but rather late than never, right? Around two weeks or so ago I attended the opening of Power Play at the Goodman Cape.

In ice-hockey, a power-play is a period when one or more of the opposing teams players is in the sin bin, and you have a player advantage. Well, it felt like this show was a man or two down. The show was dominated by the Essop twins, newcomers, who I'm afraid, have overstretched their one idea. I wander if their meteoric rise has pushed them a little too hard, without letting them have time to develop. Or even edit for that matter. Two works would have been as successful as the ten on the show. For example, the bizarre fun and politics of their pit-bulling training machine was lost in the clutter. Perhaps it could have worked better as a sculpture. I worry these guys aren't exploring enough. Formula + Money = Glass Ceiling.

I was so distracted by the pricing on the Moshekwa Langa's that I barely looked at them. The impression that lasts is that they were good and not very challenging or playful.

I missed the performance by Anthea Moys. But the documentation of her previous performances was confusing and incomplete and vaguely embarassing. I didn't feel like sitting around and waiting for one of the two lukewarm headphones attached to her videos. Maybe the answers were in there. Same problem with the video by Jean and Zinaid Meeran. What's wrong with sound?

Dan Halter's work was the highlight, a mielie pip engraved with the words: "When the Belly is Full The Brain Starts to Think." Lying on the floor, it was pathetic, unassuming and moving.

In cricket, a powerplay is when their are limits put on the fielding side with only two fielders allowed outside the 30 yard circle. This show kinda felt like that. Restrained, a little action outside the circle, but no one really in the outfield.

I also attended, the prints and editions show at Whatiftheworld, which I really enjoyed. Only two points to give:
1. Avant Car Guard, I like your work but: Formula + Money = Endless fucking Repetition
2. My work was the best on the show.

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Fresh Meat at Whatiftheworld

Thursday, January 24, 2008

25 Jan - 23 Feb 2008
OPENING: Friday 25 Jan 2008 18h00
Limited edition catalogue available
Whatiftheworld / Gallery 208 Albert Rd. Woodstock

‘Fresh Meat’ is a show of new painting, by a group of painters who have come together to strengthen the presence and position of their shared attitude. Painting tends to be hemmed in and misunderstood both by a conservative mainstream and by other artists who see themselves as conceptual. This group of painters is well acquainted with contemporary theory and philosophy of art, but is taking it into a new debate which aims, as Francis Bacon put it, to “deepen the game”. Limited edition catalogue available, featuring essay by Robert Sloon (Artheat).

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‘A couple of young deer graze in the forestry undergrowth. The dappled light plays along their fawn hinds, as they browse on the fine greenery. Dreaming of happy deer things. A twig snaps. A panther, black as night, swoops out a tree and stalks away with a deer dangling by its throat. A trace of blood smears a leaf. A meal is sustenance for some, and gory death for others.

Painting has had a long and tiresome history. It has been the yardstick by which people measure art. It has moved in and out of fashion. At the height of the modernist movement it was declared dead, a victim of it’s own diminishing returns, on its last legs, eating its last dinner. Then a twig snapped.

This metaphor of life and death, destruction and creation, although sounding unfortunately like it could be sung by Elton John, moves in the paintings on this show too. It reflects on the vigour that contemporary painters have brought to the medium, having supped well. It also reflects on the themes many of the paintings work with. And it, perhaps, reflects on the time in which we live, where the world is not necessarily a safe place to hang out.’

Excerpt from ‘The Last Dinner’ by Robert Sloon

Participating Artists:
Georgina Gratrix
Rebecca Haysom
Jake Aikman
Justin Brett
Trasi Henen
Matthew Luke Hindley
Linda Stupart
Lauren Palte
Lisa Brice
Lizza Littlewort

Love to see you all there.

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28 July. Andrzej Nowicki at What if the World...

Tuesday, July 24, 2007


THE GLOAMING
ANDRZEJ NOWICKI

OPENING: SAT 28 JULY 11h00 - 16h00
CLOSES 26 AUGUST

The much anticipated debut solo exhibition by talented young painter Andrzej Nowicki, featuring a selection of large oil paintings and assorted watercolours. Nowicki makes paintings and drawings that create parallel universes where people and objects multiply and metamorphose into ever more strange visions.

WHATIFTHEWORLD / GALLERY
208 ALBERT ROAD. WOODSTOCK

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