Louise
Hopkins
Until December 20; doggerfisher
Exactly 50 years ago Robert Rauschenberg took a Willem de Kooning
drawing and erased it, leaving nothing but traces of ink and crayon
behind. He took something which had been made and he actively unmade
it, adding to its meaning while at the same time negating it.
Erasure has made a come-back. Maps are blacked out, musical notes
are obscured and comic book texts are effaced in Louise Hopkins
solo show at doggerfisher. We are left with groups of isolated dots
representing nameless towns; blank staves with only the occasional
rest or repeat; and comic strips where empty speech-bubbles in empty
frames untell us a story.
Hopkins has met with a good deal of success since her Tramway show
of 1996, which is reflected in the prices for her drawings, ranging
from £1100 to £4800. This recent work, the result of a
Creative Scotland award, falls loosely into two categories: those
whose former content has been removed, and those whose hidden content
is revealed.
In the maps, musical scores and comics, the signifiers dont
signify anything anymore. The visual syntax is there but the meaning
has been removed, leaving only the ghosts of notes and words behind.
The second group of works is far more subtle, but conveys a potent
message.
Blank paper lined, grid, and foolscap is partially deleted
and intricately, but inadequately, repainted by hand. In Lines, Holes
and Dots, a second margin is painted in half way over the page, with
punch holes where you wouldnt expect to see them. This foregrounds
the fact that the paper is not blank at all the framework is
there, unnoticed, before our words and pictures are even formed, a
way of warning us that our open minds are full of lurking preconceptions.
Hopkins well-known for her maps delicately sidesteps
the one-trick pony trap with a number of delightful flashes of inspiration,
such as Orange Dot, where splashes of paint are lifted from the page
with pencilled-in shadows; and Wood, two painted photographs where
branches and twigs sprout freely from knots in sanded floorboards.
The images are hung in comfortable clusters, with the same subtlety
and lightness of touch as the works themselves.
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Black, Sunday Herald 23.11.03