For Your Head They're Fighting.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Although Charles Maggs show, Zombie at the AVA, didn't feature a single brain-eating reanimated corpse, it was a good choice of title. Zombie films, since being basically invented by George A Romero with Night of the Living Dead in 1968, are a varied and inventive form of social critique (as well as being damn gory and scary). In some the zombies provide the horrifying impetus for humans to show their bleakest sides, violent and authoritarian. In some, especially Land of the Dead, the zombies become symbolic of an Other, an evolving sub-class, oppressed and hated by the humans who want to protect their possessions (in this instance brains, but you get the idea) and standard of life. Even the classic structure of the zombie film reflects this symbolism, where a small group of insiders fearfully defend their perimeter from those outside who look the same but are different. It can be seen best in Dawn of the Dead, in which the main characters find their sanctuary in a shopping mall. After clearing up the zombies already living there, they settle down, indulging all their material desires while the zombies scrape at the doors (Read a full synopsis on Wikipedia). Essentially, these zombie movies are a criticism of power structures, capitalism and Western hegemony. Of course some, like Resident Evil are just about how sexy Milla Jovovich is, but as she's the doyenne of all of the above the point is the same.

In Charles Maggs Zombie these zombie ideas are strong. In the video piece Protection the visual language of defensive aggression is distilled from clips from an old TV series. In this instance, two police officers circle menacingly on motorbikes. More significantly than the language uncovered is its source: an innocent light watch on the box contains the posturing and signifiers of a latent exclusionary and correctional force.

A clearer relationship is visible in the series of prints, half titled Suspect, the others called Victim. (read how Charles created the work on his blog. It's important)
Those outside the perimeter are made into the either the silenced Victim of the fear of those inside, and the violent response to that fear, or are the shadowy Suspect, evil and unredeemable. Zombies, of course, are sub-humans and don't deserve rightful recourse to the law. He'll eat your brain unless you act swiftly and with extreme prejudice.

And just in case you believed the Cranberries when they said, " But you see, it's not me, it's not my family," Charles has a final work on the show Monologue, in which he speaks to himself from two screens. The talking heads speak to each other about fear echoing the type of paranoia that I think many of us viewers will find creepily familiar. Indeed it is the symptom of living on the inside. Somebody is going to eat your brains.

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Sasol Supports Art.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Chronic hangover now past, I'm back in action. Here's a great piece from Hayibo.
Thanks Kirsty and Renee for the tip.


JOHANNESBURG. Oil giant Sasol says it remains committed to supporting South African artists but has urged them to create work more in line with Sasol's ethos of complete corporate subjugation of free will. The statement follows weekend revelations that the winner of this year's Sasol New Signatures art competition had upset the company's employees by showing a glimpse of a penis.

Familieportret No 2, a photograph by artist Richard Strydom, also featured a young woman baring one of her breasts. However Sasol spokesman Pieter-Willem Botha said that staff had had no problem with the breast.

"We at Sasol accept that all art is ultimately about looking at naked women," he told the media this morning.

"There is nothing more natural than a nice big breast pinned up on a cubicle wall or in a workshop, or slipped into your desk drawer."

He added that he was "obviously talking about a picture of a breast and not a real breast" as it would contravene health and safety regulations to pin a real breast to a cubicle wall.

However, he said, the penis featured in the photograph had been too much for many at Sasol's head office.

"For most of our male employees the penis represents frustration, disappointment and failure," said Botha.

"And for our female employees it pretty much means the same."

He said that Sasol would continue to sponsor the New Signatures competition to help identify and nurture artistic talent, but hoped that artists would enter more appropriate pieces next year.

"Obviously we're not going to dictate form and content," said Botha. "But if entrants are unsure, perhaps a useful guideline might be to aim at the sort of thing that the members of our Board have in their homes."

He said these included bronze sculptures of leopards drinking at watering holes, photo-realistic paintings of lovable black urchins playing soccer, "and obviously lots of stuff by the doyen of bespoke domestic art, Carol Boyes".

"In fact we are hoping that Carol enters Sasol New Signatures next year," he added. "Maybe with a big set of salad spoons that can represent the past and the future of South Africa, coming together to load the lettuce of harmony and the feta cheese of forgiveness onto the Boardmans crockery of democracy.

"Or something lekker arty like that."

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The Decay of Lying

Thursday, September 04, 2008



I'm posting this review after the show closed last week, for which I'm sorry. It's a pity because it was a decent show. The show was called Telling Fibs: An Exhibition of Lies, and some works did indeed achieve the elegance of a good lie.

While some of the didactic works were a bit ham-handed (Some bordering on the Sunscreen Song: "Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly", a protest so obvious but so useless), the Skull works kept me at the show. Firstly they're a big move away from the type of work Warren is known for producing (streety paintings, some of which could still be seen), which had a formulaic ring to them: the Sean Landers doodly thing, fun but not for long. Mere misrepresentations, not decent lies.

Secondly, I love books. The skulls were moulded out of pulped first editions of Peter Pan, Moby Dick and Heidi. The tragedy, heart break, of seeing books destroyed, really hurt. It made the works a little incisive.

Essentially, the works were a complaint against the decay of the analogue against the march of the digital. Or a lament for a bygone era. It's not a point of view I agree with, although I have passion for paper I have faith in the Internet. Nostalgia for a past we didn't live in is just another way of packaging history into accessible bytes. It's a lie we tell ourselves. But it is a view that I can sympathise with. Unlimited access to information (almost) has made the world a harder place to navigate. It has killed off the page, to an extent, as Warren implies. But the important bits of the page, the black parts, are alive and well.

Update: I somehow managed to not mention the artist's full name. It's Warren Lewis in case you were wondering what the fuck I was on about.

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Circular Navel Gazing

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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Michaelis Auction

Monday, August 18, 2008

Michaelis Auction tonight at the Centre for African Studies, UCT. Find the Saatchi in you.

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Shit Slinging

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Hehe
I can't help it. Scatological humour still gets me.

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