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Of Earrings, Tears and Jewellers: The Sculptures of Vanessa Brown

Of Earrings, Tears and Jewellers: The Sculptures of Vanessa Brown

by Anna Kovler

Resting somewhere between dream and reality, Vanessa Brown’s sculptures test the boundaries of the familiar. What we normally encounter on a small scale, like a pair of earrings or a cigarette, take on impossibly strange proportions in her metal and glass works. The oversized earring clasp jumps out first. Immediately recognizable as that loop that enters the earlobe, securing ones earrings in place, the detail stirs uncanny feelings, suggesting another dimension where objects mysteriously bend and shift. Unanswered questions arise. Are these still earrings? Even at that scale?

It is said that jewellery says something about a person. Standing nearly ten feet tall, Stained Glass Earrings + Stand (2018) might feel imposing if not for its pastel shapes and slender steel lines. Yet below the soft surface other meanings dwell. On one earring, the shape of an eye discreetly cries light blue tears, hinting at more complex realities below the surface of objects of costume or decoration.

Brown’s sculptures hail from a liminal space, like the moments between a state of sleep and wakefulness, when the dream you are in isn’t fully over but you’re not in the real world yet. Her oversized ashtray earrings refer to the similarly ambiguous space of a cigarette break. “I always understood smoking as a break,” she notes, “the break would be my little way of going outside and pulling aside the zipper of reality. I think of this installation as ways to access other places, like a portal, and communicate from those spaces as well.”

Working with metal on a large scale and embarking on collaborations with jewellers, Brown’s practice addresses the gendered history of artistic labor. For her 2016 exhibition The Hand of Camille, the artist took inspiration from Camille Claudel, a sculptor known for the emotional intensity and heroicism of her figures. During her career however, Claudel was limited in the scope and scale she could work on, as women artists were still severely disadvantaged at the end of the 19th century.

The exhibition currently on view is part of the installation Late Night Trip to the Jewellers, which was shown at the Esker Foundation earlier this year. As the enigmatic title suggests (what can one possibly do at the jeweller’s at night?), these works offer playful, surreal and sincere mediations on everyday objects and the psychic spaces they inhabit.

Vanessa Brown’s Pages From Late Night Trip to the Jewellers opens at Arsenal Contemporary Toronto on October 26, 2018 as part of the Art Toronto West End Gallery Crawl and runs until December 22, 2018. It was produced with support of the Esker Foundation Commission Fund.

Vanessa Brown. Stained Glass Earring + Stand, 2018. Steel, stained glass, oil paint, copper foil, copper wire.

 

Vanessa Brown, Engraving Board, 2018. Steel, MDF.

 

Vanessa Brown, Ashtray Earrings. Steel, oil paint.

Installation view of Pages From Late Night Trip to the Jewellers

The Cave: Sarah Anne Johnson’s Haunting Performance at Julie Saul New York

The Cave: Sarah Anne Johnson’s Haunting Performance at Julie Saul New York

by Anna Kovler

The interior of Julie Saul Gallery in New York is one season ahead of the city. Transformed into an immersive ice cave by Sarah Anne Johnson, visitors are sent on a serpentine walk through a white snowy tunnel before reaching a stage. Florescent lights buzz above a twirling couple. Held in the arms of a cold-faced doctor, a life-size patient is forced to dance with her captor. It takes a moment to realize we are looking at two dolls with the artist moving them both. Johnson is inside the doctor’s costume as she dances the Waltz with her patient. She animates both positions. She is authority figure and lifeless ill body, dominant male and docile female.

It is said in hindsight we can see with 20/20 vision, and from many positions at once. The Cave embodies Johnson’s looking back at her grandmother’s life as a test subject for MKUltra, the CIA’s infamous secret medical study. Over the past ten years, Johnson has made several bodies of work in response to her grandmother’s experience.

Velma Orlikow checked into the Allan Memorial Institute in Montréal in 1956, seeking help for post-partum depression. Her family could have never known what was to happen to her inside the icy walls of the hospital. The treatment Johnson’s grandmother received included “sleep therapy,” where individuals were asleep for months at a time, “depatterning,” which required electroshock and many doses of LSD, and “psychic driving,” which involved heavy sedation and special rooms where patients were played repeating messages thousands of times from speakers in their pillows. The CIA hoped these methods could be used to turn Soviet spies into double agents.

Johnson’s grandmother was never the same again. Deeply traumatized, she became unable to do the things she loved, living her life as a pale version of herself, trapped in the clutches of the doctor who tortured her.

In the absence of Johnson’s live performance, a sculptural version of the doctor and patient spins endlessly on a rotating base set in the gallery’s floor. Outside the cavernous ice cave, smaller sculptures and photographs explore the same theme, including a series of bronze figures portraying Johnson’s grandmother in various states of dysfunction. To express the effects of the medical experiments on her ability to function she is shown with her head exploding into a mushroom cloud, with a long twig stuck in her mouth, and with boxes over her arms and head.

Johnson’s haunting performance and installation prove that Velma Orlikow’s treatment and the CIA experiments may be long gone but the event still ripples through her family. Animating a disturbing history and its lasting effects, the project is not only a cry for justice but also a testament to human endurance in the face of incomprehensible cruelty.

Sarah Anne Johnson’s “The Cave” is on view at Julie Saul Gallery in New York from November 8 – December 15, 2018. Her work on this theme is currently part of the group exhibition “Everything Is Connected: Art and Conspiracy”, on at The Met Breuer through January 6, 2019.

Sarah Anne Johnson, Dancing With The Doctor (1, 2, 3), 2018. Porcelain, fabric, rotating wooden base.

Sarah Anne Johnson, The Cave, 2018. Mixed media.

Sarah Anne Johnson. Black Out, 2008. Bronze and cardboard. Ed 3/3. Image courtesy of Julie Saul Gallery.

 

Sarah Anne Johnson. Poison Branch, 2008. Bronze and twigs. Ed 3/3. Image courtesy of Julie Saul Gallery.

Ill Drones: In the Studio With Amanda Boulos

Ill Drones: In the Studio With Amanda Boulos

by Anna Kovler

Finding a loose seed on the ground, it is almost impossible to tell what plant will sprout if one planted the mysterious seed. It’s not that the seed is invisible – it is in plain sight – but only the transformation will tell. Amanda Boulos’ paintings are teeming with seeds. They come in various guises, as water droplets, drones, breasts, eyes, mountains and animals. They are seeds of surveillance, destruction, migration and new beginnings.

When her grandfather left Palestine for Lebanon he expected to go back, cataloguing all his domestic possessions in his mind’s eye. Boulos’ paintings contain this haunting pull of leaving somewhere in a hurry. A mountain range one used to see from the window, an archway between a neighboring courtyard, a room. Using infinite layers of oil paint, Boulos reveals and obscures her repertoire of symbols drawn from her Palestinian heritage, contemporary life, and the imagination.

In the Morning (2017), which won the RBC painting competition this year, shows a dreamlike mass of flowers, hands, and animal horns amassing into a mountain shape. The formation is both ominous and beautiful at once. Boulos describes it as the final resting place for Mabid, a fictional character she uses to represent real characters that died during the Lebanese civil war.

One disturbing motif in her paintings recalls the Surrealist or Futurist manifestoes. A drone with numerous bulging breasts flies above landscape and sea. Capable of information gathering, dropping bombs, but also delivering aid, drones represent the technologically advanced nations of the world and their various tensions. “The drones with bosoms speak to the notion of vision and privilege,” explains Boulos. “The privilege of being able to see certain things. The drone has a vantage point not everyone had access to, that’s why it is there in my paintings, a figure that can see things but not touch things. Like the drone, the bosom gives things to the earth without touching it.”

Replete with symbolism and luxurious layering of paint, these paintings engage the mundane as much as the unforgettable. Boulos treats her paintings like memories, arenas where layers of new information continuously hide and reveal what has come before. Here, the realm of vision is not simply what we see, but what we remember and wish for and dream. A glimpse out the window can one day remind you of your homeland’s mountain range, and another day form a brand new memory, a new home.

Amanda Boulos is the national winner of the 2018 RBC Canadian Painting Competition. Her painting In the Morning (2017) received the grand $25,000 prize and is now part of the RBC Corporate Art Collection. Upcoming engagements include a residency at the Banff Centre for Arts and Creativity and an exhibition at Untitled Art Society in Calgary, Alberta.

 

Amanda Boulos, In the Morning, 2017. Oil on panel, 42 x 40”.

Amanda Boulos, Hanging Up the Blue Eye, 2017. Oil on Panel.

 

Amanda Boulos, Pouring Boys, 2016

Photo Documentation by Laura Findlay

Abbas Akhavan’s “Folly” at VIE D’ANGE, Montréal

 Abbas Akhavan’s “Folly” at VIE D’ANGE, Montréal

 by Anna Kovler

In the centre of what used to be a car mechanic’s shop, but functions now as an art gallery, Abbas Akhavan’s sculpture takes up as much space as a car might have. Comprised of a large mossy boulder, a vintage fur coat and a yellow plastic bag, the conglomeration fuses into a single organism on account of a watering system that leaves the entity constantly wet and dripping. Hoses running along the ceiling periodically mist the sculpture from above, and water sources hidden in the coat send a constant stream trickling from its sleeve, tapping a rhythmic sound in the gallery similar to a garden fountain. The entity almost seems to be alive.

Slumped over the boulder like a ghost in eternal embrace, the wet coat elicits feelings of sadness and unease, recalling either a missing person or the raccoon killed for its fur. At the sculpture’s base, the plastic bag evokes a different time scale and provenance, as something that breaks down at a slower rate than the rock’s coverings. This grouping of allusions – to decay, luxury, wastefulness, and resource extraction – is aptly embodied in the exhibition’s title “Folly,” meaning both foolishness, and a type of decorative, useless architectural structure. Found commonly in the British countryside, architectural follies often recreated gothic or classical ruins, eliciting nostalgia and mourning in visitors walking through the garden, and serving no functional purpose other than stirring the emotions.

Akhavan’s playful confusion of form and function marks the entire exhibition. In many of the works, reality is shifted either slightly or in a manner that surprises the viewer. The assisted readymade, Claim, consists of real 24 karat gold gilding on the existing metal security bars on the gallery’s window. Security measure slips into decoration here without gaining any extra security, and on the contrary, poses an increased threat of theft (the gold would in fact be worthless if stolen, as it can’t be separated from the bars).

Along one wall of the gallery, a sculptural installation recalls a greenhouse. Large pieces of tempered glass lean on the wall, providing cover for a few printed digital images while they are misted by a watering system above. Once an hour, the glass becomes soaking wet, creating an uncanny ecosystem of moisture, image and glass, giving the impression that perhaps, in another dimension, the photographs would begin to sprout, unfurling into a grander form. Pictured in the images, all sourced from the net, is an array of natural and cultural specimens particular to the history and ecology of the exhibition’s location. Among other things, we see a Scotch Thistle (an invasive species to the region), the monument to Queen Victoria that was blown apart by the FLQ in Quebec City in 1963, and an image of the controversial work of Pierre Ayot from 1976 of a giant cross on its side that was ordered to be destroyed by then-mayor Jean Drapeau.

Eliciting a multiplicity of emotions and associations, Akhavan’s works give the feeling that something profound has been stated, and yet when one tries to pin down a single concrete meaning, none seems possible. “I’m trying to make things coexist simultaneously,” explains Akhavan, “without leading to a single narrative. There is no ‘message,’ that’s not the objective.”

Among the two pieces that will stay permanently installed at VIE D’ANGE is the measurement “764 feet” spelled out on the rooftop of the gallery, referring to the height of Mount Royal without the Mount Royal Cross. Bringing to mind both Ayot’s censored sculpture from the seventies, and the replica of the work installed in Jeanne-Mance park in 2016, which faced an almost equally hostile response, (the mayor nearly withdrew a grant promised for the project), the installation suggests that the histories and stories of a community and city are indispensable tools for seeing, understanding, and emotionally processing our present moment.

Abbas Akhavan’s solo exhibition “Folly” is on view at VIE D’ANGE in Montréal until October 10, 2018. Recent exhibitions include “A Kiss Under the Tail” at Arsenal Contemporary New York, and a new site specific work developed for the Fleck Clerestory Commission Program at the Power Plant in Toronto.

Abbas Akhavan. sept cent soixante quatre pieds. 2018. Paint on VIE D’ANGE rooftop. 975 x 1158 cm.

 

Abbas Akhavan. Untitled. 2018. Tempered Glass, Laser Printed Photographs, Cellophane Tape, Misting system, Water, Wood Shims. 538.5 x 244 x 61 cm.

 

Abbas Akhavan. 2018. Claim. 24 Karat Gold Leaf on Existing Window Security Bars.

122 x 90 x 6 cm.

 

A folly typically looks like it has or once had a function, but in fact does not. These false ruins of a gothic church were built as an ornamental garden feature in Sydenham Hill Wood, London, England. Image by Steve Grindlay.

Abbas Akhavan. Study for a Garden. 2018. Cedar Tree. 40 x 127 cm.

Echoes of the Ocean: Maskull Lasserre at the Vancouver Biennale

Echoes of the Ocean: Maskull Lasserre at the Vancouver Biennale

by Anna Kovler

Standing on the western edge of the North American continent, by the boats docked at a Vancouver Marina, Maskull Lasserre’s enormous steel sculpture takes a shape that most viewers might hardly recognize. This monumental single-horn anvil, 25 feet long, and about 800 times larger than a normal anvil is perplexing and mysterious. Did it fall from the sky onto a Loony Tunes character? Or is it waiting for its blacksmith of gigantic proportions? Getting closer reveals the anvil to be an amplifier, outfitted with a recording of the sound of the ocean, which can be heard through musical “F” holes (like the ones on a violin,) cut into the sculpture’s side.

A tool whose flat top supports an object as it’s struck by metalworkers, the anvil was once commonplace but now elicits more cartoon associations than industrial ones. Indispensable for centuries, anvils were used to form all kinds of metal objects including chain, saws, and wheels for carriages. “Blacksmiths and their tools,” reflects Lasserre, “were the Fords and Toyotas of civilization, because they were putting the shoes on horses that moved goods and carried the mail. That was transportation, and for a time they were highly valued for that contribution.” With mechanized production supplying most of our goods now, anvils are used primarily for custom metal work.

Anvils are uncommon musical instruments, but this is not the first time an anvil has been used acoustically. Ringo Starr played one in the song Maxwell’s Silver Hammer, and composer Richard Wagner used 18 tuned anvils in a cycle of operas in 1869. With fourteen years of classical violin training, Lasserre is frequently drawn to musical instruments as sculptural material. His version of the anvil as instrument ties it to the more delicate violin while recalling Vancouver’s industrial history in a string of associations that remains porous and open-ended.

Added to its ambiguous meaning, the sculpture has a mystifying effect on those who stand near it. “People think the sound is air passing through the column,” Lasserre notes, “kids say it’s breathing. Many layers of interpretation emerge beyond just the sound of the ocean.”

Lumbering and poetic, Lasserre’s acoustic anvil stands in a landscape that has changed around its ancient, genius design. A stand-in for all the remarkable tools civilization used to arrive at the current moment, the tool/instrument both celebrates and questions technological progress, giving the impression that our tools are often impressive, but also asking at what cost, and to whom. Equal parts lullaby and monster, Lasserre’s sculpture provokes without judging, offering up questions without prescribing all the answers.

Acoustic Anvil: A Small Weight to Forge the Sea is installed in Vancouver’s Leg-In-Boot Square until July 2020 as part of the Vancouver Biennale. His sculptures are currently on view at Arsenal Contemporary Toronto until October 18, 2018.

Maskull Lasserre, Acoustic Anvil (A Small Weight to Forge the Sea) and False Creek, Vancouver, BC, 2018. Steel, electronics, solar panels. 25 x 13 x 9 feet. Image courtesy of Maskull Lasserre.

 

Maskull Lasserre, Acoustic Anvil (A Small Weight to Forge the Sea) in Leg in Boot Square, Vancouver, BC, 2018. Steel, electronics, solar panels. 25 x 13 x 9 feet. Image courtesy of Maskull Lasserre.

 

Maskull Lasserre, detail – view through the sound hole of Acoustic Anvil (A Small Weight to Forge the Sea), 2018. Steel, electronics, solar panels. 25 x 13 x 9 feet. Image courtesy of Maskull Lasserre.

 

Maskull Lasserre working on Acoustic Anvil. Photo courtesy of Roaming the Planet and Maskull Lasserre, 2018.

Rough Edges: Sojourner Truth Parsons & Nadia Belerique at Daniel Faria Gallery

Rough Edges: Sojourner Truth Parsons and Nadia Belerique at Daniel Faria Gallery

by Anna Kovler

Electric lights dot the walls of Nadia Belerique and Sojourner Truth Parsons’ exhibition at Daniel Faria Gallery. Illuminating the spaces between paintings, Belerique’s orbs double as a second sun, echoing the flat yellow circles in Parsons’ paintings. Thomas Edison, the inventor of the light bulb, hoped that eventually humans could overcome their natural rhythms and stay awake all night under artificial glow. Like a light bulb flattening and reducing the intensity of the sun, the works in the show act as a series of translations, referencing the rhythms of seasons and perception.

Manuel Rocha’s garden across the street inspired the exhibition. “Last summer we were walking by and I was taken aback with how beautiful the garden was,” Parsons recalls. “His garden felt very sincere, and I just thought: wow, this man is an artist, and I wanted to talk to him about how his garden is an artwork, the ultimate public artwork, and a gift to someone who walks by.”

The garden reaches its zenith of reproductive prowess in the late August heat. Through air heavy with moisture, the pink zinnias, orange marigolds, and purple dahlias open to their fullest. The hydrangeas bend under their own weight, and the amaranth standing over a meter tall drapes its wispy strands like a horse’s tail. Bees and butterflies come constantly. When viewed through the window of the gallery, the fullness of Rocha’s garden flattens, its thicket compressing into a flat postcard image similar to Belerique and Parsons’ works. Two sculptures on the floor are the collective work of all three artists, concrete planters identical to the ones Rocha made for his own garden.

Animal eyes peek through foliage in Parsons’ large paintings. Butterflies in pastel pinks and purples, yellow sunflowers and her trademark dogs populate the paintings, pink tongues hanging out eager to lick their owner’s face. Similar to her previous figurative cutouts, Belerique’s one-way mirror occupies the backroom like an actor that must be negotiated. On the backside, scratch marks, magazine clippings and vitamin D gel caps can be inspected and compared to their flattened image as seen from the front. Referencing photographic processes and exposure to light, these emergent objects echo the movement between subconscious and conscious knowledge, and the difference between how things are and how they look from a certain angle.

For Belerique, slight shifts are everything. “A sliver of depth is already doing something,” she notes. “It’s about the viewer and the relationship of the body to the work, and how something so simple, like putting objects on glass, can shift perspective so profoundly. I’ve always been interested in tactility and scale shifts, like a Russian nesting doll, creating a space within a space within a space.”

Parsons and Belerique show painting and sculpture as cannibalistic mechanisms, swallowing, digesting, and producing things akin to, but not identical with what they consumed. Scale shifts, interpretations, and representations draw crisscrossing allusions between the works themselves, the garden, and the artists’ own oeuvres. An embodied experience of patterns noticed and associations made, this poetic exhibition urges us to look more carefully at flowers in gardens, at our neighbors, and at image making. By the show’s closing date, Rocha’s garden will die back and shift gears into fall, waiting to be resurrected next summer under his attentive hand, beginning the cycle again, anew.

Don’t Tell Me That The Flowers Must Die, I Know is on view at Daniel Faria Galley in Toronto until September 8, 2018.

Install shot with Nadia Belerique’s Sun Lamp (2) 2018 and Sun Lamp (3) 2018, Sojourner Truth Parsons’ Black and white bitches lose their minds (2018), and Cradles from Rocha (1), 2018 by Manuel Rocha, Nadia Belerique and Sojourner Truth Parsons. Image courtesy of Daniel Faria Gallery.

Install shot with Nadia Belerique’s Sun Lamp (1) 2018 and Sojourner Truth Parsons’ She’s got little bit of babies in her hand, 2018. Image courtesy of Daniel Faria Gallery.

Install shot with Nadia Belerique’s Sun Lamp (4) 2018, Sojourner Truth Parsons’ For Susan Burton’s Son (2018), and Cradles from Rocha (1) 2018 by Manuel Rocha, Nadia Belerique and Sojourner Truth Parsons. Image courtesy of Daniel Faria Gallery.

A bumble bee on a marigold in Manuel Rocha’s garden, 2018.

Nadia Belerique, A Mirror For Your Feet On The Floor (reprise), 2017. One-way mirror, steel, collaged paper, pouring medium, pressed flowers, vitamin D, lights. Image courtesy of Daniel Faria Gallery.

Close up of the backside of Nadia Belerique’s A Mirror For Your Feet On The Floor (reprise), 2017.

 

Manuel Rocha’s garden as seen from Daniel Faria Gallery.

Slow Time: Patrick Coutu at Magasin Général

Slow Time: Patrick Coutu at Magasin Général

At the mouth of the St. Lawrence River, near the small community of Rivière-la-Madeleine on the Gaspé Peninsula, Patrick Coutu is working on a series of direct casts of mountains. This is no easy task, as he balances on steep cliffs surrounding a waterfall to adhere the casting material – paper pulp – to the surface. His choice of material evokes the location’s industrial past, once part of the booming network of pulp and paper mills, foundries, textile factories, and aluminum smelters that operated along the St. Lawrence in countless numbers. The Great Eastern Paper Company is long gone from this location, but the rocks of the Appalachian Mountains are still here, fixtures that change at a slower pace than industry and its fickle cycles.

Coutu cast those parts of the rock face where fault lines run like veins through the vast mountain formations, signaling the sudden shifts or long-term erosion, which change the surface of the earth. Like a scar that unmistakably suggests something has occurred, points of cleavage mark a moment of change and reveal the rock’s interior structure. The series of casts connects the mountains with the trees that surround them, and thus geological changes with industrial ones.

Indeed changes in land formations mirror the changes in towns and industries, only at a different time scale. It was 134 years from the time when the first Canadian wood pulp mill was established in Québec in 1866 until the year 2000 when the paper industry entered its sharp decline. The Appalachian Mountains formed about 480 million years ago.

The building where Coutu’s series of casts is on view speaks to yet another shifting landscape. His project is part of a residency at Magasin Général, an international residency program and exhibition space occupying a 19th century building, originally the village’s general store. With the paper mill gone and the town no longer a “boom town,” new kinds of economies emerge, and an outdated business like a general store transforms into an international residency. Retaining the building’s original name is a bit like looking for fault lines in the mountain; we are drawn to know the history of a town and a landscape, and to wear our scars proudly.

Patrick Coutu’s new series and the exhibition “Natural Loci” was produced as part of the residency at Magasin Général Studio International en creation multidisciplinaire in Rivière-la-Madeleine, Québec, and is on view until August 12, 2018.

Upcoming exhibitions for Coutu will take place at at Choi and Lager in Cologne, Germany in December, 2019, and at Musée d’art de Joliette in fall of 2019.

Patrick Coutu, Flux III, Fosse, 2018. Enamel and acrylic on paper.

 

Patrick Coutu, Flux I, Grand Sault, 2018. Enamel and acrylic on paper.

Patrick Coutu adhering paper pulp to the mountain in Rivière-la-Madeleine on the Gaspé Peninsula, 2018.

Patrick Coutu adhering paper pulp to the mountain in Rivière-la-Madeleine on the Gaspé Peninsula, 2018.

Magasin Général Studio International en creation multidisciplinaire in Rivière-la-Madeleine, Québec.

Archival image of the machine room at the Canada Paper Company in 1894.

To Paint a Love Poem: In the Studio with Ambera Wellmann

To Paint a Love Poem: In the Studio with Ambera Wellmann

By Anna Kovler

Historically, the Minotaur is always the pinnacle of violence and brute strength. In ancient Greek statues, for instance, the figure is depicted as an ominous bull’s head emerging from a muscular human torso, tense and ready for battle. In Picasso’s suite of etchings, the mythological creature is often bursting out of the frame, swollen and crazed as it devours helpless women.

Pinned to the wall of Ambera Wellmann’s studio, a small drawing of a Minotaur alternatively shows the mythic beast in a soft embrace with a voluptuous woman. The pose of the Minotaur here is not in keeping with its character. The lovers’ limbs wrap softly around each other’s bodies as her legs rest over his mighty back. Their bodies merge like two halves of a yinyang symbol, his dark furry texture contrasting her pale skin as he cradles half-moons of her flesh. His soft and vaguely rendered eyes gaze into his lover’s face as his hoof gently holds the back of her head. Bull-headed, dangerous beast transformed into careful partner.

“Picasso’s Minotaur drawings are very aggressive and hetero-masculine,” explains Wellmann, “The narrative is about the sacrificial use of women, offering them to the Minotaur to maintain peace. I wanted to explore the story from the female’s perspective, and have been working on this mutual, shared experience between both of them that is much more tender and visceral.”

All of the paintings of lovemaking in Wellmann’s studio depict the sexual act at its most caring and sweet. Some small works depict interracial bodies in erotic positions, the simplified paint marks distilling intense emotions of love into large gestures that mirror the way detail tends to disappear in sexual moments. The state is trance-like and blurry. Wellmann’s portrayals of the violent Minotaur enact a reversal of his character, with typically masculine, aggressive traits becoming soft and responsive. Where one might have been normally repelled by the threat of certain bodies, the sight of these embraces produces a strange desire to be held by them. Like a series of love poems, the feminist perspective of Wellmann’s paintings represent people, emotions, and bodies as brave, tender, and full of appreciation.

Upcoming exhibitions for Ambera Wellmann include group shows in July at Kraupa Tuskany Zeidler in Berlin and at CRAC in Sete, France; group exhibitions at Office Baroque in Brussels in September, 2018, and at T293 in Rome in October, 2018; and solo exhibitions at Projet Pangée in Montreal in October, 2018, and at Lulu in Mexico City in February, 2018.

Ambera Wellmann, Minotaur I, Charcoal on paper, 2018.

Ambera Wellmann, On Green, Oil Acrylic and Soft Pastel on Paper, 2018.

View of Minotaur I in Ambera Wellmann’s Berlin studio, 2018.

View of On Green in Ambera Wellmann’s Berlin studio, 2018.

View of Ambera Wellmann’s Berlin studio, 2018.

View of Ambera Wellmann’s Berlin studio, 2018.

Lore Of The Mount: In the Studio with Simon Hughes

Lore Of The Mountain: In The Studio With Simon Hughes

Looking out of the windows in Simon Hughes’ studio we see Winnipeg in two cardinal directions, its low-lying buildings and flat terrain stretching far into the horizon. Inside, however, the artist is painting mountains. Proficient in the medium of watercolor, Hughes is trying his hand at painting on canvas, a preoccupation marked as much by a history of male artists “conquering” new heights as the history of mountaineering. Hughes enters the territory cautiously, with a good dose of satire, and self-reflection.

A magazine page tacked to the wall beside his largest painting pictures the Sierra Nevada where the peaks of snow capped mountains kiss a peach-colored sun. Mighty nature is shown as dangerous, pure, desolate and awesome. But inside the space of Hughes’ paintings, the rugged power of the mountain begins to fall apart. Clippings from books and magazines mingle with painted triangle shapes on the canvas, like rows of shark’s teeth pointing to the sky.

Collaged inside the mountain are images of nearly all of human history – fighter jets, cityscapes, mountain ranges, vintage cars, a bulldozer, cave men, famous artworks and ancient pottery. Jutting out flatly like theatre set paintings, the kaleidoscopic pieces amount to everything the symbol of the mountain can offer, athletic challenge, resource extraction, and now, environmental collapse. Multiple realities coexist in the painted formations, competing and surviving all at the same time.

The history of Romantic landscapes collides with technology and industry in this series. “If you pan over from a Caspar David Friedrich painting,” muses Hughes, “you’d probably see an open pit mine.” Indeed the mountain – with its rich deposits of coal and slopes for skiing and climbing – has for centuries been the site of both heavy industry and fantasies of rugged untouched purity. In his variety of collaged imagery, Hughes shows these binary concepts without prioritizing one over the other. The manmade is now an inextricable part of nature, and there is no going back.

Simon Hughes’ upcoming exhibition opens June 23, 2018 at Division Gallery in Toronto.

Simon Hughes, Nocturne, 2018. Acrylic and collage on linen.

Simon Hughes, Vision Quest, 2018. Acrylic and collage on linen.

Simon Hughes in his Winnipeg studio, collecting found imagery from magazines and books, 2018.

Two paintings in progress and stacks of collage material at Simon Hughes’ Winnipeg studio, 2018.

Unknown Past, Unknown Future: An Te Liu at MARSO Foundation, Mexico City

A crumbling Porfirian-era mansion in the centre of Mexico City houses NEW LIFE, An Te Liu’s first solo exhibition in the city. Shielded from the street by dark iron gates and old trees, the grandiloquent house stands as a vestige of the architectural boom and modernization project executed by infamous dictator Porfirio Díaz in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Its cool and wide stone staircases open up to terraces lined with classical colonnade railings and ornate arched doorways, leading to a series of interconnected galleries where Liu’s recent bronze sculptures stand atop plinths. In one of the rooms a series of Liu’s early photolithographs from 1999 hangs on the wall, tracing connections between the different styles of his artistic career and with the multifarious architectural style of the gallery itself.

The photolithographs show composite images of computers Liu rescued from a garbage in the late 90s. Each image is a collage of several original boxy machines like the Mac Classic, the Quadra, and the Mac II SE, their outdated shapes further obscured by their new amalgamations. Technological progress has a way of making once cutting edge objects now seem clunky and hapless; with the passage of time, it becomes difficult to even imagine what functions these devices ever had. “It’s about the cycles of progress,” Liu explains. “These objects keep arriving, and then they leave our lives, and if someone finds them later they might not know where they came from. I imagine if a young person found a VCR today they wouldn’t know what it is, and it would probably be this mysterious thing.”

The architectural style of the mansion, now MARSO Foundation, reflects dictator Porfirio’s obsession with European architecture. This obsession resulted in buildings combining several European styles from disparate epochs to create new forms. Here Neoclassical symmetry mixes with Art Nouveau ironwork and Baroque mouldings that recall the Colonial period. While such buildings served as symbols of modernism in Mexico City a century ago, today they stand partly ruined, dreamy and overgrown, their original uses forgotten after the upheavals of the Revolution. Little is known about what life the mansion has had, except that it once functioned as the temporary office for a political party and much later as an Internet café – another phenomenon, like the video rental store, that quietly slipped into obsolescence.

Liu’s sculptures have a similar quality of combining different epochs, styles, and materials to create forms that recall several things at once while remaining mysterious. The simple shapes of his Eidolons (2014) bear features of Styrofoam packaging, like its pocked surface and curved openings, while also resembling futuristic robotic creatures on tiny legs. With spike-shaped protrusions along the sides of their bodies, they wear the stamps found on Styrofoam packaging like a series of birthmarks. Rather than providing a straightforward statement, these sculptures function as a series of suggestions, inverting materials and displaying contradictions. The negative space of packaging becomes the positive space of the sculpture, the inanimate seems to be its own species of life, and the futuristic creatures wear a tarnished patina as though they have been dug out of an ancient tomb.

Especially poetic is the work’s suggestion that time is neither linear nor cyclical, but simultaneous. In the imagination, like in Liu’s sculptures, prehistory, the present, and the distant future travel along the same synaptic pathways, capable of occupying a single written line or a unified sculpted surface. Like bubbles in a pot of boiling water, styles emerge, fade, and re-appear in single volume. The specter of modernism looms in these sculptures as Liu attempts to come to terms with a technological present constantly moving towards the future. Both sculptural modernism and the Porfirian mansion that these works occupy were once potent symbols of modernity. Now they are relics slowly crumbling from the wear of rain and wind and flow of new ideas.

An Te Lui’s solo exhibition NEW LIFE is on view at MARSO Foundation in Mexico City until June 16, 2018.

By Anna Kovler

An Te Liu, installation view at Marso Foundation of Eidolon IV-I, 2017, Eidolon VI-V, 2017, and Mutation (III), 2018. Bronze.

 

An Te Liu, Untitled, 1999/2015. Photolithographs on Rives BFK.

An Te Liu, Eternal Return, 2017. Bronze.

View of MARSO Foundation, Mexico City. 2018.