Bending
The Line: 62 Group
Until August 19; Collins Gallery, Glasgow
Todays
savvy audiences know that textile art is about more than cosy home-spun
prettiness; that it can be tough even aggressive in
form and in content. Or that it can indeed be cosy, home-spun and
pretty, but still have something uncompromisingly contemporary to
say.
Thats due in part to the 62 Group, an association of textile
artists founded nearly 50 years ago to push those boundaries and show
the world what they were capable of. The association keeps its members
under constant scrutiny, throwing them out if they rest on their laurels.
They exhibit every year, the Collins Gallery currently playing host
to a touring show by 50 of its members.
A debate is raging within the 62 Group about whether the term textile
artist is too limiting; some of the work at the Collins Gallery
contains no fabric at all, but metal for example, is stitched through
wood. Here the spirit of textile art is invoked, while in other contributions
the emphasis is more on drawing and painting, as with Paddy Killers
evocative images on silk.
At first sight, this looks like a mixed-media show. Whereas todays
painting exhibitions, despite our obsession with innovation, often
feature uniform rows of wall-mounted, rectangular works on canvas,
no such modern conventions bind textile artists. There are, however,
particular associations which will always form a part of this arts
narrative.
It will forever invoke, for example, memories of womens domestic
chores. Caren Garfens patchworked bed set contains between its
bright candy stripes a grim summary of statistics proving that despite
their best intentions, men will almost always end up leaving the housework
to the women.
Textile art can also provide, as Louise Bourgeois knew well, an immediate
route to the body. Lucy Browns Legs is woven together from her
own tights and her mothers, in four baleful, dangling lengths
of striped tan, pink and black. More than any double portrait, this
modest work conjures up a relationship, both genetic and psychological,
between mother and child.
Stitching can also be about mending. Hannah Streefkerk applies this
literally in Restorations, darning artfully over the tears and erosions
in photographs of the natural world. Julia Burrowes applies it therapeutically
in her extraordinarily poetic mosaic of felt squares, spelling out
the time it takes to recover from emotional setbacks. Like a stained
glass window for grieving women, it channels personal angst ala Tracey
Emin but with a subtlety for which the latter artist is not known.
The show contains works of brutal monumentality: Ann Goddards
Arte Povera-style wooden construction and Al Johnsons cheeky
Domestic Martyr are both unforgettable. But there is, as you would
expect, a greater emphasis on fragility; Jan Beaneys landscapes
from Lesbos are beautiful images, stitched and appliquéd together,
of an unprepossessing scrubland in morning and evening light. The
film on which they were assembled has since been dissolved, leaving
each thread clinging to the next in a delicate new cloth, like a spiders
web, on the brink of dissolution.
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Black, Sunday Herald 11.07.10