The
Associates
Until June 21; Dundee Contemporary Arts
Dundee Contemporary Arts celebrates its tenth birthday with an exhibition
of the citys most recent success stories. Seventeen young artists,
all of whom studied at Duncan of Jordanstone College of Art, and all
of whom are making names for themselves at home and abroad, are reunited
in The Associates.
Half way through its ten years, DCA put on a show called Plunder:
it was all about collage, and artists appropriation of other
cultural material in their own work. It took in such 20th century
greats as Kurt Schwitters and Eduardo Paolozzi, concluding with contemporary
artists including Cathy Wilkes (who taught many of the artists in
the current group show). Of all the 66 shows which DCA has mounted,
Plunder is the one which The Associates most clearly brings to mind.
Collage is ever-present in The Associates. There is a liberal sprinkling
of traditional chopped up newsprint and magazine images; other media
include plywood, cigarette papers, photography and video. Time, space
and artistic styles are cut into pieces and stuck back together again,
some finding a new coherence and others delighting in their incongruity.
The exhibition begins and ends with a reference to DCAs first
ever show, Prime. Fiona Jardines two new digital collages of
the same name are sophisticated reconstructions of the inaugural exhibition.
Using different views of the group show, photographed in different
light conditions, she has fragmented the space and rebuilt it, incorporating
different textures such as digital noise and filmic hairs and scratches.
Jardines collages are hung in the galleries which they depict,
further deepening the sense of dislocation and reordering. The most
impressive feature is that despite these layers of disruption, of
both time and space, the resulting images are intact: we automatically
comprehend them as places we can and do inhabit.
Kevin Hutcheson and Steven Cairns are both true to the origins of
collage. Taking one or two bits of text or picture, crudely cut from
magazines and newspapers, they bring them together in a way which,
unlike Jardines clever construction, defies any easy reading.
In a nod to Schwitters, pioneer of collage, Hutcheson uses sandpaper,
both real and photographed.
Cairns also contributes a video to the exhibition, which combines
scraps of TV footage with deadpan, digital voiceovers. Artistic practice
is briefly denounced as fiction, and a Jude Law look-alike is singled
out from a 1980s newsreel. The voiceover wonders whether the young
man is surprised to look like Jude Law, while acknowledging that in
the 1980s, the actor was yet to grow up and become a star.
Cairns video, in its own simple way, reveals life as something
of a Dadaist collage. Looking at that dated footage we are unable
to accept it at face value; we inevitably mix it up in our heads with
unrelated information and experience, and in this way we dream up
a host of new absurdities every day.
Duncan Marquiss and Graham Littles works on paper arent
technically collages. Instead, they are drawings, skilfully rendered
in coloured pencil and chalk, of which artists in centuries gone by
would have been proud. But, like collages, they are rudely interrupted.
A lilac rectangle disrupts the narrative in Marquisss Apparent
And Unapparent Surfaces. Here, a bland male figure in shirt and tie
is startled out of his chair by the flat shape, cut into the pictures
surface. The bricks on the chimney-breast behind him are in the process
of dislodging themselves, and no part of his world can be trusted
not to glide between two dimensions and three. The picture bears strong
echoes of Steven Campbells topsy turvy world, where buildings
take revenge on architects, and rooms regularly turn upside down and
inside out.
Littles untitled drawing, carefully hatched and modelled, recalls
the fleshy flounces of late 19th century art. A naked woman is half
wrapped in plastic, either asleep or dead. A dark green sphere, like
a crystal ball, sits oddly over her head, like the rectangles of Marquisss
drawings. Is the sphere a part of some mystical narrative, or is it
another escapee from the third dimension?
Little moves entirely into the third dimension with his wacky sculpture,
Facts Are Stupid Things (Fruit vs Fashion). A mass of oddly protruding
planks and boxes is papered over and painted with one continuous surface.
Its a crazy stylistic pick and mix: op art rubs shoulders with
rustic figurative painting, rococo-inspired draperies and Christmas
card-style baubles. Minimalist this is not. There is no word for what
it is.
In the Lonely Pipers lyrical story, Fame And The Fisherman,
dislocation is not achieved with scissors and glue, but its
central to the work. The artist singles out the moment of disruption,
when our hero is psychologically wrenched out of this world and tumbled
into another. The tale is told with characteristic poetic flair, both
visual and verbal, true to form for the self-proclaimed bog-cotton
picking son of a Neil M. Gunn.
In addition to that moment of disruption which comes with collage,
there is a second thread which runs through the show. The works by
no means look the same, but they all share a certain aesthetic something.
Surfaces tend to be lacklustre, resisting anything too glossy or painterly.
Virtuoso technical displays are carried out in modest coloured pencil,
not luscious, luminous oil. Where oil paint is used, its handling
is clumsy and flat. While there is a definite interest in surface
textures and patterns, there is a firm democracy at work which refuses
to be seduced either by fine materials or by craftsmanship.
Katy Doves two oil paintings are typically modest and unassuming.
With an interest in automatic drawing, her paintings are always basic,
intimate, and visually naïve. Its when she brings them
together in animations that the magic begins, as witnessed by the
three films in this show. The first was made while she was still at
college in Dundee, and the last, Welcome, was made last year. Including
unusual sections of live footage, and more disjointed than past works,
the new film sits well in this group show.
Lucy McKenzies large installation recreates a ponderous, wood-panelled
room, complete with art nouveau door handles, on a massive wall-mounted
canvas. Originally shown in New Yorks MoMA, it was made as a
setting in which to show the artists own paintings revealing
how pictures are controlled as much by their environment as by their
maker. As an oil painting itself, the style is deliberately flat and
uninspiring.
Scott Myles plays with surfaces too, on his over-sized metal trinkets.
Hello, Its Me is a six-foot bronze pillar covered roughly in
white house paint. All drips, scrapes and pock marks, this classic
and expensive high-art material becomes in Myless
hands a veritable white elephant.
To look at The Associates, its easy to conclude that Dundee
produces artists preoccupied with collage, deconstruction and low-key
surface patterns. Or perhaps its with these commonalities in
mind that this selection of artists was made in the first place. Either
way, it makes for a coherent group show where the art makes up for
a lack of interpretation by debating amongst itself. If you can tune
in, its worth eavesdropping.
Catrìona
Black, The Herald 10.04.09