Ouroboros:
The Music of the Spheres
Until April 4; CCA
Rosengarten
Until April 17; Hunterian Museum
Making exhibitions can be just as creative as making art, and John
Calcutts first curatorial stint at CCA demonstrates how. With
the circle as his muse, the Glasgow-based art historian has joined
the dots from Marcel Duchamp to Jim Lambie in pursuit of an unorthodox
goal. If you want to complete the picture, be prepared to bring your
own imagination to the mix.
Ouroboros, the shows title, refers to the snake eating its own
tail, an ancient symbol of the endless cycle of life, death and rebirth.
Its subtitle, The Music of the Spheres, recalls the Pythagorean belief
that ten planets rotated around a central fire, each ones sonic
vibrations adding to the musical harmony of the universe. Calcutt
sees the vinyl record as a metaphor for both of these ideas. Despite
these lofty objectives, the shows preoccupation with vinyl does
emit a strong whiff of pop glamour and boys with toys (none of the
12 artists is female), tempting you to look no further than its groovy
surface.
But if you do, its possible to divine three key streams of thought.
The first is a search for the pictorial equivalent of the music of
the spheres. Lambie has pasted concentric circles across the width
of a wall, and adorned them with vivid glitter-coated turn-tables,
creating a work which is audibly silent but visually screaming. Equally
vibrant are Op artist Julio Le Parcs silk-screen circles of
the 1970s, propped casually against the walls.
From the small ouroboros to the infinite music of the spheres, there
is beauty to be found in stretching and compressing scale and time.
Calum Stirlings latest video installation, Tectonic Plates,
allows us to fly through the groove of a record as if it is a massive
canyon. Robert Smithsons video of 1970 documents the construction
of his Spiral Jetty, whose tiny spiralling salt crystals form part
of a huge structure visible from space.
Lastly, the inextricable processes of creation and destruction are
inherent in the playing of a record whose surface is destroyed
in the very process. Marclays early video explores this conundrum,
while Renshaw lets you play some really messed up records on his turntables
well worth a go, if only for the hell of it.
Anne Bevan and Janice Galloways collaboration at the Hunterian
Museum is a bit more hands off, which is a good thing given that the
artist and writer have chosen to focus on obstetric instruments. Nine
clinically arranged light tables glow in the museumy dusk, each containing
delicately reinvented birthing tools, including silver forceps and
glass tubes engraved with poetry.
The two cabinets of historical implements at the door are enough to
make any woman slam her knees tight shut, but the exhibition space
itself exudes a cool, scientific lyricism. Galloways poetry,
pinned around the walls, takes a characteristically unclouded view
of child birth, while Bevans objects tend to mystify rather
than clarify the purpose of the tools they are based on.
Galloway and Bevan have collaborated before, and it is a partnership
which works well. Their last big project, Pipelines, explored Edinburghs
old underground water system, resulting in some major upheaval at
Fruitmarket Gallery, whose floor sank substantially under the weight
of the concrete which Bevan poured liberally all over it.
Theres nothing heavy about Rosengarten, though; it capitalises
on the shared gift of writer and artist to capture a glimpsed moment
in time, and to suspend it delicately in words and sculpture. The
result is a fragile-looking exhibition which haunts your thoughts
long after you have seen it, and the beautiful book which accompanies
the show will answer many of the riddles which the show so eloquently
poses.
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Black, Sunday Herald 29.02.04