RSA
New Contemporaries
14-25 February 2009, RSA Upper & Lower Galleries, Edinburgh
A big minty breath of fresh air swept through the Royal Scottish Academy
this February, with the first ever RSA New Contemporaries exhibition.
In a bold revamp of the annual student show, the old open-door policy
is out that jumble-sale clutter of degree show extracts, good,
bad and indifferent, has become a thing of the past.
The new show was strictly by invitation only; Professor Will Maclean
led a team of RSA members (including luminaries such as John Byrne)
around Scotlands 2008 degree shows, and in consultation with
art school staff, they picked out 60 of the best. Those lucky artists
were invited to develop their work further, and to show a selection
of pieces instead of the usual one.
The result was a stylish and eye-catching show which was still enormous,
but now also spacious and inviting. Sculptures, installation, paintings,
performance, photographs, new media, and architectural proposals all
had room to breathe, from the marble grandeur of the Sculpture Court
to the farthest reaches of the darker Lower Galleries. Excitement
lay beyond every doorway, promising floating leviathans, mysterious
narratives, and swarms of dripping, watching, dying, and diving things
of every shape and size.
The catalogue was a further innovation. Glossy and comprehensive,
with a full-colour page for every artist, its meant to become
an annual whos who of new Scottish talent. Thats an ambitious
goal, but the RSA are well on their way to achieving it. Theyve
done the groundwork, theyve gathered the cream of the crop together,
and theyve pulled it off with style.
On my second visit (it took me two days to take it all in), I bumped
into directors from some of Scotlands biggest galleries, scouting
for new talent, and for new works to add to their collections. They
were exhilarated, but also baffled how do you go about choosing
when artists are still so new, untested, and liable for all
their qualities to disappear into the artless vortex of paying
for a roof over their heads?
And how, as a newly-graduated artist, do you manage to attract attention
in a sprawling show like this? Memories of the works still swim around
my mind, isolated and contextualised in each case only by a short
artists statement in the catalogue. The big, eye-catching crowd-pleasers
remain particularly vivid, but that doesnt mean that theyre
the best just the most spectacular and Guy Debord would
have plenty to say about that.
Take Duncan of Jordanstone graduate Euan Taylors Cloud Muncher,
for instance: a lurid, orange, wooden machine; its crude lifting apparatus
towered above the central gallery space. Branded Inefficient
Solutions on the side, visitors were invited to enter its wobbly
cabin, and to push knobs, buttons and switches with childish delight.
Nothing much happened except the odd creak, toot and flashing light,
but when I got my shot, the reckless flicking of switches produced
an undeniable frisson.
Was this just spectacle, an entertaining theme-park ride designed
to produce a chortle and a passing thrill? A look at the artists
statement didnt provide the answer; treated as part of the artwork,
it poked fun at corporate mission statements and inefficiency. Amongst
a mass of artists statements peppering opaque art-speak with
self-conscious references to philosophers, Taylors came as a
refreshing exception, but it risked leaving the viewer stranded without
any context in which to understand the work.
The problem, to a great extent, is new. In centuries past, artists
learned their craft and communicated through an established artistic
language, with subjects and symbols inherited over generations, universally
understood. A single work could then be valued on its own merits without
the need to slot it into the artists wider oeuvre.
Now, we lean heavily on contextualisation to understand art. The development
of an artists practice is valued more highly than the individual
works; isolated artworks are like single words plucked from a complex
sentence and left, sometimes, to splutter meaninglessly on their own.
That makes life difficult for young artists starting out, and for
audiences seeking to make sense of their opening salvos. Entertainment
value is one legitimate strategy among many to make an impact, and
only time will tell whether deep thinking lurks underneath the cheerful
surface.
One work impossible to miss was Moray College of Art graduate Georgina
Porteouss Inflatable Foetus, an enormous white nylon balloon
in the shape of an unborn baby, wafting gently above its coiling umbilical
cord. Few galleries would be large enough to accommodate this gentle
giant, and though it was memorable and eye-catching, Porteouss
less spectacular companion pieces were the real success for me.
Scattered beneath the floating baby, like modern-day memento mori,
were two plastic commodes and a hoist and sling; all three were drab,
institutional contraptions smelling of disinfectant and pointing towards
an undignified but miserably commonplace end. Two contained video
projections of young people submerged under water, linking the floating
foetus with old aged decrepitude in a 21st century three ages of man.
Another big eye-catcher was Glasgow School of Art graduate Sarah Ingersolls
pair of witty sculptures. Yearling was a colourful stuffed patchwork
stag, feet in the air, tongue comically lolling, its red squashy entrails
spilling out all over the floor. Keeping it company was a little stitched
rat in a similar sorry state.
Scottish art history provides numerous examples of nobles and their
gillies, gralloching stags in a rugged, macho landscape. In Yearling,
the subject became strangely soft and cuddly, domesticated and feminised
by the medium. It was hard not to laugh at this comical caricature.
Nearby, Ingersolls second sculpture was a rain shower of papier-mâché
birds, suspended on nylon, as they dove to their deaths on the floor.
Hundreds of birds who had already met their fate lay scattered in
a high impact spatter, the result both elegant and darkly funny. The
pieces title, Something About The Days Getting Shorter, pointed
to popular mythology about lemming-type creatures who commit mass
suicide, a way for society to think about its own tragedies under
cover of casual humour.
Occupying the opposite end of the Sculpture Court sat fellow Glasgow
School of Art graduate Ella Clogstouns untitled sculpture, eschewing
grand spectacle for something more subtle. Her eight little tottering
towers recalled the modular approach of modernism, but her building
blocks were those old lady teacups and sugar bowls youd find
in a second-hand shop; their flowery patterns and gold trim the nemesis
of any self-respecting minimalist. The result was a delightful reworking
of the vertical, masculine industrial urge into a fragile container
of delicate, private histories.
After spending some time imagining the lives of those deceased Kelvinside
ladies whose tea sets might have contributed to Clogstouns towers,
I turned to the catalogue to read the artists statement. I found
to my surprise that her main concern was the crossover between the
decadent Catholic tradition and modern consumer culture. Here is a
perfect example where one work can reveal little of its meaning in
isolation.
Whatever her point of origin, Clogstoun has fitted her work neatly
into an ongoing art historical narrative; many of todays artists
are revisiting the ideals of 20th century modernism, and like Clogstoun,
turning them inside out. This is something that gallery-goers can
grasp, an anchor in the otherwise disorienting sea of new works from
new graduates. By taking part in a universally-recognised dialogue,
Clogstoun has found her way to make an instant connection with the
viewer.
The most obvious way for a work of art to attract attention is to
demonstrate show-stopping craftsmanship. Its not the fashionable
way to excel, and even the word itself is patriarchal and out-dated,
but good quality execution will never lose its value.
This is particularly true for architects, whose buildings would fall
down without attention to physical detail, and whose clients would
walk away from poorly-presented proposals. There were several architects
represented in the show, interesting as much for their modes of presentation
as for the ideas themselves.
The University of Edinburghs Ross Perkin offered a dynamic film
centre, couched within, and floating above, the dense old Spanish
town of Cádiz. He embraced the chaos of the decaying old town,
and of peoples ways of moving through it. The excitement of
his project was conveyed through his cardboard model of the area,
hovering high above the gallery floor on long, rusty metal stilts.
Photography is another field in which quality execution remains highly
respected. The beautifully lit photographs of Grays graduate
Callum Chapman elevated grubby, forgotten spaces into sites of high
visual drama. Tiny interventions raised a pile of greying bed sheets
and a crumpled old cardboard box from the status of gritty still life
to seductive theatre.
Painters, however, were still visibly struggling with their place
in contemporary art. While installation artists demonstrated a cheerful
confidence throughout the exhibition, the contribution from painters
was in many cases less assured. Some were effectively conceptual artists
appropriating the apparatus of painting. Others exhibited clumsy execution
in their efforts to prioritise ideas over craft.
Grays graduate Margaret Livingstone was an exception to both
her three rich paintings were darkly beautiful, and her catalogue
statement unusually honest. I hate talking about my work,
it began. Because of her skill as a painter, this ambiguity didnt
limit my appreciation of her canvases as it did with other, more conceptual
works in the show.
Where Have All The Wild Things Gone? combined a well-judged composition,
seductive texture, and the mystery of a half-bandaged hind, twitching
with its last breath. Three small blue-suited men were jiving on its
back, or writhing; the difference between joy and pain seemed somehow
irrelevant.
While Livingstones paintings were deeply intuitive, those of
Duncan of Jordanstone graduate Ross Brown were of a far more conceptual
nature. His romantic landscapes of derelict urban wastelands were
cut through with scratchy graffiti-like markings, leaving clear only
their cool reflections in puddles of water. Loch House, an unpeopled
building site, was a mass of interconnecting timbers, all pointing
towards a blank end wall which refused to become a point of focus.
There was plenty food for thought in these paintings, but also a poised
and unexpected beauty.
Edinburgh College of Art graduate Rebecca Witko showed no qualms about
working in paint, effortlessly reinventing the medium with her bright,
layered construction blazing across the wall and onto the floor. The
excitement of city bustle was perfectly captured, in a stimulating
mix of graphic effects and home-spun joinery.
Lastly, the really brave will seek to attract attention through understatement.
Edinburgh College of Art graduate Cornelius Dupre did just that with
Prop (Reclining Nude), a cube of foam on which leaned a simple wooden
post, cast in bronze. There was something deeply traditional about
this sculpture, despite its modern format.
Overall though, understatement was rare. RSA New Contemporaries was
packed full of big, bold statements, pointing to a generation with
a sense of humour and a tendency to shout for attention. Time will
tell whether that attention is well-deserved.
Catrìona
Black, a-n magazine, April 2009