Showing posts with label Christine Clark. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 16, 2016

James Lindsay and Lance Austin Olsen: Observations I Feel Underqualified To Make, But Am Making Nevertheless. By Christine Clark

James Lindsay

 The first thing James says after the introductions, is that he feels claustrophobic in the gallery with all the art.  Then he takes me over to the bureau he’s brought into the gallery as a part of his contribution.  It is an antique with two drawers and two doors in the front.  They are empty. The top though is covered in a collection of glass vessels, ivory beads, a wooden tea cup, a buddha, pencils and other things.  It is the dust mottled on the glass that he is most urgent in pointing out.  He did not think of the analogy present in dust (ashes to ashes, dust to dust) before bringing the collection to the gallery, but he was very careful not to disturb that dust.  He wanted it intact.

He marvels too at seeing this home collection reconstructed so perfectly in the gallery.  It’s shocking to see a portion of his home, his life, his long life of collecting so completely out of it’s familiar context. Uncanny is the word he uses. It’s difficult at first to understand exactly why this installation needs to be included in this two-man show of paintings and drawings, other than to suggest, that these objects are an integral part of his home life and studio, and objects can be powerfully symbolic of times, places and people, of a life pieced together through long years of experience. Memories, maybe, but also being objects they don’t really change much, other than to collect dust.

His paintings are all in one long line interrupted only by the bureau and a seascape painting hanging on the wall directly above it.  The colours and the lines initially provoking a fun-house response, they remind me of Sandra Meig’s paintings.  Lots of pastel-like colouring, strange quirky painted lines in white, lots of arbitrary divisions in space. But then with him standing beside me, his fragile influence, I see that in spite of the flatness of the paint, the imagery is somehow moving quietly to the back, far away from the surface to a place untouchable, perhaps unknowable. They make me feel sad and also protective.

At the beginning of the line, before the bureau and the landscape, are two paintings.  These are the first two in the series, and the work as it is displayed is largely chronological and moving from left to right.  The first two were found paintings, both signed by some unknown person named Kim.  Spray-bomb paintings and not great either, but apparently a powerful source of inspiration for James because in re-working these two paintings with little touches here and there, never eradicating the original, but adding structure and colour, he was able to begin painting again after a long hiatus. He calls this creative opportunism.

Lance Austin Olsen

Lance is another ball of wax. He bounces, the energy high, decisive. He starts off explaining about famous painters in history and about how as a painter you have to go straight through those guys, he mentions Picasso for instance. You have to go straight through them while at the same time maintaining your own self.  He says you do your work and you die, no one can control that. He says that seeing old work hanging in the gallery, and old work for him was made six months ago, he wonders what he was doing back then.  He says painting is not thinking, it’s closer to dancing or to walking.  You don’t think about where to put your feet, you just walk.

He’s also amazed at seeing his work out of context as it were.  To see just a few selected paintings or drawings representing an enormous output is perhaps somewhat confusing. He seems uncertain whether this is good or bad. If he had the space to show all of his work at once, would they look too much alike?

In all of Lance’s work at the gallery, six paintings and several large drawings on mylar, there are large black shapes dominating what can only be described as the supporting marks. The supporting marks are the layers of softer shapes and colours, smaller brush strokes and pencil marks. On top of all this are these solid black shapes bulging out and away from the gallery walls in way that is vivid, full frontal and bold. 

In an earlier review by Philip Willey it was mentioned that, “Both Lindsay and Olsen are approaching the end of their respective journeys of discovery. There’s nothing morbid or gloomy about this show but there is an invisible presence. Both artists must think about death occasionally”. Consequently it is the topic of death that we start and stop on several times. James refers to the bold black shapes in Lance’s paintings as omens or growths, as death, and it’s hard to disagree, but Lance just laughs, loudly, and says that Bill Porteous gave him a gallon of black gesso and he’s trying to use it all up.

Because his studio is small, Lance has only room to work three large sheets of paper at a time.  He paints with acrylic on paper always because paper is easy to store. Whatever three paintings he has in progress may evolve to form a single painting, other times they are related but separate. The papers are always the same size.  They come packaged and pre-cut. He says that whatever he has he likes. He does not fight his materials and he does not fight constraints.

His drawings on mylar are intense, loaded with frenetic black marks. The mylar comes off a roll and he cuts it quickly and haphazardly so that the edges are blurred and wavy. Two-handed drawings, he demonstrates, holding both fists up in the air and moving them very quickly in stabbing-like patterns.  He says that the drawings were made during a period when his wife was busy home-schooling their grandkids.  So, each lesson took one hour and during that hour, Lance went to his studio and scribbled like fury until the end of the lesson.  End of lesson, end of drawing.  End of lessons, end of series. There were 25 lessons, 25 drawings.

James’ paintings were all made in 2014, the last in the series finished after he suffered a stroke in August of that year. They begin with the re-worked found paintings, the first of which features a cameo style portrait of a lady, the second he refers to as space junk, and from there he begins the move from representational to very abstract. These abstract paintings are his alone. After a couple of intermediary pieces, the first a Baconesque image of a foreshortened nude and a lightbulb and the next featuring bubble-like shapes and tulips, the paintings seem to settle into a repetitive motif of colour, shape and line. Repetitive, maybe meditative. Definitely narrative. A story of change told not in words, but in oil paint.

Each of these paintings starts with two or three painted vertical lines, which lines produce the shapes that he calls pillars. This is the beginning. The pillars are filled with many flat areas of colour, there are a lot greens, some purples and blues, orange and brown. Sometimes these coloured areas are covered in lines, suggestive of architecture or an industrial landscape but there is that pulsing quality that speaks to biology as well.  Something alive perhaps but somehow most truly suggestive of motion, of something large moving very slowly, inexorably, turning inwards.  There is no overpainting.  These paintings are very raw and this is honest storytelling. 

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James Lindsay - Lance Austin Olsen
Deluge Contemporary Art
January 29 to February 27, 2016 

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

The Birthday Party Paintings by Christine Clark reviewed by Debora Alanna

‘The Birthday Party Paintings’
3-19 October 2014
               

               

Christine Clark’s latest work is a series of 12 x 12’ oil paintings collectively titled ‘The Birthday Party Paintings’.  These paintings are expectantly familiar to all that have celebrated a birthday.  They are attentive and considerate to their origins, the photographed family album. Clark has painted more, exposed more than any faithful family photo can reveal.  She has a facility to paint what is not easily described in words or can be ascertained within a casually photographed image. She can paint tenderness, transitions, perplexity, and raw tests of relations, the mystification that often encompass childhood feelings.  Her paintings celebrate the prosaic as important means to substantiate childhood experiences that are implicit, personal and merged into the blocks of time softened by memory.  Clark brings out eclipsed revelations during birthday parties chronicled within 17 square 70s genre paintings. 

‘Happy Birthday to you.’ [1]


Artemis seems to be responsible for the round shape of honey cakes alit with candles to evoke her being goddess of the moon, wishes granted when blown [2] although some think the Western traditions follow the German Kinderfest (but where did that come from?). The first known recording of birthdays is on the Rosetta stone where documentation exists of the celebration of  Ptolemy V Epiphanes’ (reigned 204–181 BC) birthday (and coronation) in exchange for concessions to priests [3] and his subjects – gifts to temples, damming the Nile for farmers. [4]
 
Through time, by the 18th century aristocracy was able to afford cake, but the middle classes eventually adopted the tradition of celebrating birthdays. It seems that so long as there have been calendars, birthdays have been celebrated to commemorate birthdays. Arturo Ricci (Italian), Fredrick Daniel Hardy (English), Walter Osborne (Irish) and Ludwig Knaus (German) painted versions of birthday parties at the turn of the last century – when celebrating a birthday with a party seemed to become an international phenomenon in this cake and candles tradition. Birthdays became feasts to celebrate children royally. 

The birthday party has been around, as a cultural institution for some time. Photography as a means to document celebrations, substantial events and commonplace circumstances seemed to supplant paintings in the 20th century. By mid 20th century North America everybody seemed to celebrate, at least a child’s birthday, with cake and candles, taking snaps to mark the occasion. Clark’s work is a document to her memories of her familial celebrations recorded through family photographs, painted to accentuate and respond, counter the photographed images, marking the occasions with her bringing forward her understanding and feelings that are unique to painting,  visions of time and place through her observations and experiences.

Hung as the gallery’s horizon line, Clark’s work encircles us with circa 1970s birthday party views.  Birthdays past present as square instruments draw us through conclusive evidence of regularity, earnestly considered slices of moments of childhoods lived. Clark’s series are multiples of remembrances once captured on film for posterity. Clark painted the photographed images allowing painterly responses that enables a translation of the photo within painted portraits, the intersection of past with the present. Her horizon of works ensnare frank childhood celebratory events common to many North Americans, the birthday party. She paints familiar interiors, captive familial gatherings, enclosed spaces framing seasons of weather.  She reiterates a marginal shufti of a load bearing blue truck cornered in windows. Cleverly rendered recurring corners of middle income family bungalows are painted in various views. Sometimes, partial or closed curtains of vertical bands giving structure, stabilizing the agitating affect of smudged or masked faces that startle and perturb. Horizontal versions of golden Greco-Roman fabric patterns appear in separate works, rumpled to allow doubt, misgiving, redirecting our view. Foreground fabric bands effect our consideration of figure/figures within painting squares to readdress the importune agitation of who, when and where, an unspecified placement somewhere in time, an undistinguished location.


Ambiguity becomes a secret. Why? What is it we must not know? We as viewers become accomplices in the covert scene because we have seen it, and we cannot tell or explain because we do not have enough information to explicate. Clark involves us as abettors, and leaves us unapologetically perplexed, a participant in the awry portraits because we are a witness to some indefinite cover-up or smeared childhood experience. The masked and smudged paintings are about the assumptions we make, the masquerade of pretence when guess becomes adopted responsibility.


Clark tests angles, viewpoints (hers and ours) through positions of cakes and children’s standpoints within kitchen approaches, dining room table shapes, aperture treatments and windowpane scrutiny. She paints sets of decorated birthday party rooms that allow emotive content to be showcased. Clark expounds, elaborates and accentuates scenarios with period colours and party accoutrements, undoubtedly gleaned from the original photographs. Clark has the facility for heightening the seemingly banal to generate a disposition depiction within individual works beyond ambiance without being coy or obvious. Tilts of lit candles, cake decoration distinction, fabric and pattern deviation, groupings of kids stage-manage, allowing direction and control that may appear casual or incidental. Her arrangements and embellishments angle our perception of the content of the scenes. Clark’s stratagems encourage reflection, unhurried purposeful reflection. ‘The Birthday Party Paintings’ are replete with ideas.

Clark directs us to think about how tradition is coherent. She shows us how regularity is valuable as a means to collective extemporization. Although the birthday party is a time honoured tradition, reliably a good time to be had, there is always a degree of excitement and the possibility of commotion, consternation because children are unpredictable. Well behaved adults will be on the sidelines, like the inactive typewriters Clark paints, quiescent on bureaus, their lives on hold for the occasion. Clark substantiates the timelessness of ritual through her adherence to the birthday party theme. She paints the basis of culturally unequivocal need for and a kind of validation of identity through the birthday party celebration. Clark honours childhood memory. She respects the birthday party as a gift from elders to allow a communal experience. She provides evidence of and expounds on childhood through the wide spectrum between casual and uncomfortable impressions throughout her birthday party experiences. Clark’s ‘The Birthday Party Paintings’ are complex, intricately painted encapsulations of substantial provocation, inviting with unguarded reveals of qualities of innocence. 

‘It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you’

~ ‘It’s My Party’ (1962) by John Gluck (sung by Lesley Gore / produced by Quincy Jones 1963)

Innocence is masked in several of Clarks works. Clark’s painted tears on masks may or may not be real. A child without a mask painted similarly sad to a masked child with tears on her mask shows Clark’s ability to challenge ambiguity, to illustrate the multiplicity of childhood innocence with its pain exposed and the tease of the median between distress and guarded emotional ranges. Pain is distinguished as a justified act of contrition. Sorrow is acceptable.
Clark generates a range of significant of feelings through her painted environments. Her explorations of veracity are exposed through the square shapes of this body of work. She multiplies the range, viewpoints of ideas within her paintings by rendering scenes in slightly differentiated perspectives. Within the square, she is able to formulate quadrilateral spaces to test conformity. There is a sense of openness, directness in this work. Clark is adept at delving into and can uncannily elucidate the diverse breadth of girlhood dispositions through her paintings.  


An older child in long maroon floral dress sits alone in a half back vanity chair that truncates a dark blue swivel seat which seems to be upholstered as if it belonged in a car. Curtains drape like hair just brushed in readiness. The girl seems tentative, pensive. Has she isolated herself or is she abandoned, stranded, deserted by others at the party? That’s how it is with change – one finds oneself alone, because being solitary is necessary for change. The room is muted, spare, frugal.  She seems oblivious to the waiting driver of the pretty sky blue truck, driver straining to see, maybe, a memory of security. No one will see the transformation from girlhood to woman until it is a fact. The girl seems waiting, too - waiting for time to pass, waiting for adulthood. Deep brown ground weights the scene. Yellow and white bungalow paint is brighter, more spruce than the anteroom. 

Clark paints a significant version of vanity, how pride, self worth is required to make change. The make-up chair is separate from the vanity, or dressing table. She painted the segregation of the ideal, societal mirroring allowing the girl comfort, calm, self containment. Waiting is part of the process of the inherent transition from girlhood to adulthood. Although Clark allows the girl to sit in the vanity chair, there is no futility of an idyllic existence present. The smart house and appealing truck in the window view is suggestive of thoughts about model existences, future possibilities as one might have as goals or outlying hopes. The child sits in a primping seat, but is painted straightforwardly candid, sincere, and ingenuous. She is allowed to feel special for the duration of her transit. Clark’s coinciding overlap of the upholstered swivel seat is self-consciousness, prickly to the viewer as if one might feel if they sat with bare legs on the dark mystery of chair’s worsted twill, the unknown place. The absence of an occupant, its proximity to the girl suggests that the car chair might be the next chair she will occupy, that adulthood is close. Transitioning to the sober chair seems a large, ominous transition. There is no impediment – Clark paints room to / for change. 


Several of Clark’s works are painted with a dark shadowy dead-colour used in early Flemish painting process [5]  - an underpainting of murky black paint without further paint treatment, leaving us without chromatic subtlety one might experience if subsequent top layers of paint were employed. Clark paints a demanding picture plane. Her biased, subjective scheme provokes. At first, these vistas seem to be night shade views. However, the blackened space becomes an indication of something of consequence or calamitous occurring in the foreground redirected by the dark. A boy looks at the viewer, as if caught by an inadvertent voyeur. A girl is the conduit for provocation. Clark skilfully paints the presence felt by girls in her work with emotional bluntness. She luminously captures the tenderness of realization, the discomfort, the epiphanies, the meaness girls exude. Her portrayals render unutterable subtlety and disquiet. 


Clark’s family photo collection inspired paintings reiterate square portraits reminiscent of Polaroid or SX70 formats. The washed blackened ground in several works, obliterating any view outside a window or other rooms, framing, bringing forward the interior seen, eliminating the background and minimizing the middle ground (curtains, adjacent walls, incidentals on a table) is also reminiscent of Kazimir Malevich’s black and his other colours of squares. Malevich described precepts of ‘Suprematism', this quote from Part II of his1927 book, The Non-Objective World, published in Munich as Bauhaus Book No. 11:
'Under Suprematism I understand the primacy of pure feeling in creative art. To the Suprematist, the visual phenomena of the objective world are, in themselves, meaningless; the significant thing is feeling, as such, quite apart from the environment in which it is called forth.' [6]

Malevich painted the Black Square in 1913, the first of his squares to champion primal feeling in art. The square format of Clark’s work is the whets purity of feeling of a Malevich Suprematist square, but skews the purity by tilting her square treatments. Clark’s portrayed feelings are nevertheless primal.

Historic recapitulation, a repeat of the birthday party theme over years of the ritual, the viewer is drawn into a 1970s genre of the familial practice and convention of birthday cake and groups of children, the birthday girl, the party favours, the captured moment of lit candles to commemorate, to ceremonially celebrate the tribute to another year, future promise, the festivity of sweetness and delight. 

 ‘...if you don’t use the awkward reality that is about, you get bland images. (...) we use that we use the daily stuff we have in our hands, the immediate surroundings in order to make a painting with character, rather than from the bland, free floating decorative image.’

~ Frank Auerbach. BBC Front Row radio interview, 4 October 2013.

Awkward realities are the subject of every work in Clark’s series. None are decorative images, although the original photographed events began as fancy conjuring to venerate the girl or boy at the birthday parties, now self and familial portraits of that time.



Short lives of butterflies, or life as a series of moments, the above work flits as masked creatures, a wall of heavy hearkening of the butterfly shaped cake. A technique brought forward by the fuzzy glows in photograph, halation of a light source initially employed by Johannes Vermeer observing light through a camera obscura to paint highlights as ‘disks of confusion’, was considered ‘useless for picture-making, even if one is aware of its existence’, [7] is challenged by Clark’s out-of-focus characters. This allows the confusion of the moment captured photographically to be protracted as painted portraits or emphasising out of place points of attention (pink dot below) - a spot of bother, a point of contention? Nothing Clark paints is arbitrary.


‘Photograph - I don't want your
Photograph - I don't need your
Photograph - all I've got is a photograph

But it's not enough’

—Photograph by Def Leppard, from the 1983 album, Pyromania

Clark’s observations are coloured by her birthday party family photos, but she works beyond the photographed images. Many allow the unmitigated feeling children have to emerge in the portraits, feelings that might be considered dissolute, wild, unrestrained by convention. Her skill allows the indecorous to be present, projected. Although constraints of the morality of birthday parties are respectful in this series, kids will be kids, as Clark’s efforts shrewdly shows. Clark is not afraid of asserting her revelations through observations within the original photographs. We see her painted thoughts resulting in consideration of her observations, her painterly protraction of her views, thriving outcomes of these works.
‘Vision changes while it observes.’ ~ James Ensor

In her 2007 dissertation, ‘Hoe schilder hoe wilder: Dissolute self-portraits in seventeenth-century Dutch and Flemish Art’, University of Maryland, Ingred Cartwright  wrote about artists in the 17th century painting self portraits possibility, according to their lived behaviour and temperament, or what they would have liked their lives to be projected through ‘dissolute self-portraits’. She explained that they strayed from conventional assumptions of seemliness within the paintings, at least, to bolster their identity through an emerging stereotype - ‘hoe schilder hoe wilder’ [the more of a painter, the wilder he is]. 

‘…all images are polysemous; they imply, underlying their signifiers, a 'floating chain' of signifieds, the reader able to choose some and ignore others. Polysemy poses a question of meaning and this question always comes through as a dysfunction... Hence in every society various techniques are developed intended to fix the floating chain of signifieds in such a way as to counter the terror of uncertain signs; the linguistic message is one of those techniques.’ ~ Roland Barthes [8]



In the 18th century, European artists encountered and began utilizing, emulating the compositional traits, the singularity of images in wide washed pictorial space, ‘pictures of the floating world’, Ukiyo-e, or ukiyo-ye (浮世絵),  Japanese wood cut  prints with a well defined, bold, flat line, [9] monochromatic arrangement of forms in flat spaces. [10]  The 20th century seems to acknowledged a jumble, a juggle of delineated imagery utilizes the singularity of image against monochromatic grounds, ‘pictures of the floating world’ with a ‘floating chain’ of signifieds, bits and pieces of a child’s experience. There is a sense of dysfunction and terror, the Cy Twombly-like scribble on a smiling face, cake and vanity chair, the blue truck bit, signs or transit as a transitory state. 

The assemblage of diverse  floating imagery, a reminder of the 1924 silver print self portrait by El Lissitzky titled The Constructor seems to sanction Clark’s collage technique although she assembles photographed images and paints the collage, an opposition  and denial of imagery used allowing an ambiguity of meaning. Fragments drift and hover on a sinister square. Between blots of white and blue, a child’s face is carelessly scribbled out, a determined erasure of identity. Images from other paintings, the fondly painted car and chair, party hat and cake are in upheaval, deranged. Clark’s painted construction is a portrait of a constructor, one who is mindful of signifiers, one who is in the midst of questioning.



Deliberate accident art, ‘Blots’ by Christopher Turner - 1 January 2011 in the Tate Etc. Issue 21 Spring 2011 gives an overview of examples where artists’ deliberate accidents provided an opportunity to think about range of instigators, like Leonardo da Vinci who encouraged stains to ‘search for inspiration’, ‘search for meaning in chaos’. The 18th century painter, Alexander Cozens ‘spilled sublime’ blot paintings became the subject of his book, A New Method of Assisting the Invention of Drawing Original Compositions of Landscape (1785).  J.M.W. Turner, John Ruskin, J.M. Whistler were all accused of using blots. This technique was eventually picked up by the Dada, Surrealists, and on throughout this century.

Clark utilized the blot in one of her works, where she has painted a girl in the top left corner, or that is all that is left of the painting after the blot is applied. The blot is not the inspiration here, but the statement. The blotting out, the weight of the spoil is dominant. Christopher Turner quoted Hans Arp: ‘Chance art, as expressive of modernity, is therefore uniquely and necessarily modern’.  Clark’s blot may be chance, or it may be intention, or both or neither. This is not important. Modernity is not important.  The blot on the work, has a comforting effect and affect. It entices like the attraction of what one must not do, and has done, veering towards another’s humiliation – the attraction of an accident. Clark’s blot is big in relation to the size of the work. It encompasses almost the whole picture plane. The deliberation of the deliberate accident can have so many readings – a quick cover up, a misfortune, or a spill of gleeful darkness, just for fun? Clark allows the wake of interpreting to be bestowed on the viewer with a wash of glossy reflection. 

'... eyes being seen or not, invoking an image   prevalent in the media of masking the eyes to protect the identity of either an assailant or a victim (...) implies a level of intimacy – but if one is to cover the eyes there is a tension between this intimacy and apparent distance enforced by masking the full identity...'

~ Angela Woodhouse, email interview with Janet McKenzie, 3 March 2010 regarding the MAVEN Commission: Jenny Holzer Collaboration (ARTIST ROOMS, National Galleries of Scotland and Tate Gallery - Woking Dance Festival & The Lightbox Gallery and Museum) [11]


Clark paints a group of children around a birthday party table with black masking strips discomforting to the viewer, the protection from knowing, intimacy, for all the kids but one. One will be forefront, a boy, the boy will be identified. He connects us, involves us in the question, the reaction. A dare. Clark paints a goad, a taunt. Do you have the courage to be bold, to reveal what is unknown, to most, that you, you are present? The writing on the wall fades through time passing, the scourge of waiting for the delayed reaction. 



Thomas Mann’s 1912 novella, Der Tod in Venedig was the basis of the Italian director, Luchino Visconti’s 1971 movie titled Death in Venice starring Dirk Bogart. He developed a scene in a hotel about 20 or so minutes into the film an overview of guests gather, where a child with adults would likely indicate a birthday celebration. Slowly, only hats populate the view, people become their hats, creating hat silhouettes. 

Clark’s golden party goer outline parallels Visconti’s device. Both develop a contour, melding boundaries between people. The absence of delineation abridges the event as a glowing festivity, eradicates the precision of an explanation. The party becomes a synopsis of a story through the simplified headscape. Clark asserts the evenness of a group encounter as the light of the muted Harvest Gold memory. Clark supplants detail by a 70s yellow summary of her party-goer hats, heads bearing points towards the conveyance - truck and its subheadings as the exterior brought forward, take us beyond the party modality, its necessity, its negotiations. A reflective, skewed panel, oblique, cuts through, segregates a darkened, vague counter with subdued staple containers from curtains that gape open, blood red as Dirk Bogards’ ultimate lips perched on a sandy shore. The truck’s rear is our focus, what we cannot see in that beckoning blue metal chassis rifles our vision, robs us of all our party sense. We are cut out from knowing this secret. 




Visconti was noted for utilizing architectural apertures to frame scenes.  [12] Clark frames a jumble of the remnants of humanity within architectural framing. Clark’s still life of the pile of clothes is a stilled life where a cake allows ‘truth will out’, truth of feeling will always be discovered – all guises are left behind. Cake is what is most important, at the forefront, the symbol of all that is good and enduring in its pink fluffiness, its largess. Stippled as sweet frosting whipped to peaks, demanding as the lighting and blowing of candles in one go, to achieve the unspoken wish. However, there are no candles on this cake. This is the cake of an un-birthday, those days between birthdays, the ordinary days where the encrusting of swaddled photographs take place and the mass of the past becomes a swell, hooks to hold all the memories a drawing to be barely discernible. Clark cloaks the smother of memory, past and future expectations, giving us a party, besides. All wishes are but one – let’s retain the birthday party feeling, perpetually and with the joyfulness of childhood, or at least, the rumpled bundled memories of childhood joy.

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[1] First line of the popular birthday song adapted from ‘Good Morning to All’, originally published in Song Stories for the Kindergarten (Chicago: Clayton E. Summy Co., 1896), as cited by Snyder, Agnes. Dauntless Women in Childhood Education, 1856–1931. 1972. Washington, D.C.: Association for Childhood Education International. p. 244.
[3] Kitchen, Kenneth A. (1970). "Two donation stelae in the Brooklyn Museum". Journal of the American Research Center in Egypt. P. 59
[4] Ray, J. D. (2007). The Rosetta Stone and the rebirth of Ancient Egypt. Harvard University Press. P. 136
[5] http://www.oil-painting-techniques.com/flemish-painting.html
[6] http://www.artchive.com/artchive/M/malevich.html
[7] Daniel A. Fink, ‘Vermeer's Use of the Camera Obscura: A Comparative Study,’ in The Art Bulletin 53, 1971, p. 495.
[8] Roland Barthes, ‘The Rhetoric of the Image’ in Image, Music, Text , trans. Stephen Heath, Hill and Wang, 1977: pp. 38-39
[9] Bell, David (2004). Ukiyo-e Explained. Global Oriental. ISBN 978-1-901903-41-6.
[10] Michener, James A. (1959). Japanese Print: From the Early Masters to the Modern. Charles E. Tuttle Company.  P. 59.
[11] http://www.studiointernational.com/index.php/maven-commission-jenny-holzer-collaboration

[12] Ivo Blom, ‘Frame, space narrative. Doors, windows, and mobile framing in the work of Luchino Visconti’, in: Acta Universitatis Sapientiae, series Film & Media Studies, Vol. 2, 2010, pp. 91-106: http://www.acta.sapientia.ro/acta-film/C2/film2-5.pdf

Monday, October 13, 2014

Christine Clark's Interview by Sheila Alonzo

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SA: What can you say about this body of work on display?
CC: The Birthday Party Paintings  is a body of 17 12"x12" oil paintings on board.  They took 3 years to complete.  Many if not all of the paintings are the result of multiple repainting.  Sometimes repainted with new imagery, sometimes painted over with colour blocking, the final images and/or portions of the final images are layered and textured.  I think this is a result of time.  I gave myself enormous amounts of time to complete each piece.  I've been reading a lot of contemporary American writers recently (Wallace, Franzen) and they often write or speak about the importance of devoting long periods of time to specific "problems".  The importance of thinking about and around a single concept for a long time.  I was very conscious of this idea and chose to make this commitment to the work.  I gave myself unlimited time to wrestle with problems related to the image, the use of paint as an art and the source material.  I think this approach makes for a strong, honest and thorough body of work.

SA: How did you feel about the opening?
CC: I was very happy about the opening. People came and the paintings were well received.

SA: Why these particular images?
CC: The source material was a series of birthday party photographs taken by my mother.  Although we have a younger sister, the kids are primarily my brother and myself as well as our various friends and cousins.  I chose these images for several reasons.  One is that I don't at age 44 have any children of my own.  And so I've missed out on the transition from child to mother somehow.  I've had to come to a place of compassion and forgiveness for my parents not through the apparently difficult experience of having children, but by other more abstract means.  Also, when I started these paintings I was in early recovery from alcoholism and I found the sweetness of the images and the obvious sweetness of the woman who took those photos a fascinating contrast to what I remembered about my childhood which was marked by my father's alcoholism.  These paintings are not solely a reflection of my childhood, but more a consideration of everything I sacrificed because of my alcoholism.  I won't go into specifics about those sacrifices, but anyone who has struggled in the same way will know what I mean.  Primarily I'm referring to the loss of self that happens with excessive use of alcohol.  Alcohol becomes a mask or a disguise that at first is very comforting and very freeing, but it eventually becomes a trap and is very difficult to remove.  Alcoholism becomes who you are and it effects your entire life.

SA: Did you choose to display which pieces and arranged them in that order yourself?  I noticed image repetitions which I thought was very clever.  Are there more works in the 'same collection' that did not make it in the gallery space?
CC: Yes, I chose the arrangement and I'm glad you noticed the repetitions.  There was one other painting that I did not hang.  I felt it was too negative and since a member of my family was attending the opening I didn't want to upset her.

SA: When do you know when a piece is finished?
CC: I don't know.  A piece is finished...at least in this group of work...after a lot of struggle.  I think it might be finished when I look at the painting and it feels right in a way that is electric.

SA: Are the pieces for sale?
CC: The pieces are for sale.

SA: Where is your favourite place? - to create?
CC: Somewhere private but also where I can have friends stop by for coffee and talk.

SA: So what about birthdays?
CC: Birthdays are a celebration of life!

SA: What happens now?
CC: What happens now is that I am getting ready to spend the winter in France with my partner Steve.  We're very excited but also nervous because of course our French is atrocious.  I plan to write, probably documenting my experiences in a blog.  I'm thinking I will also concentrate on making drawings, but we shall see.

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yellow party
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Birthday

The Birthday Party Paintings by Christine Clark
Exhibition runs through Sunday, October 19th, 2014
Xchanges Gallery | 2333 Government Street, Suite 6E, Victoria | Tel 250 382 0442
Gallery Hours: Saturdays & Sundays 10 to 4pm or by appointment





Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Lance Olsen by Christine Clark

The following is the pre-edited version of the article I contributed to the Polychrome-produced art book, Lance Austin Olsen: Images From Sound.  This is the second piece I've produced about Lance. The first, called Open to interpretation, was published in the February 2012 issue of Focus.



 The first time I visited Lance Olsen's studio it was a very cold January evening, only about 7 o'clock but black like hell, even the snow.  This last time, I arrived in the merry month of May and, like a film edit, the same little path from house to studio dissolved from a bleak memory into warm spring, and to my surprised delight, everywhere in thick profusion were buttercups tall as Lance's curly haired little granddaughter buzzing along ahead of us.  Although, over the course of two visits, we spend several hours together talking, Lance begins each conversation by expressing a definite reluctance about the idea of discussing his art.  He says, "You don't expect architects to tap dance to explain their buildings.  We really don't know [what art means].  It's like the footprints through your life...what does it all mean?"

Inside, the studio is small.  Much smaller than expected and very unlike any I've visited before.  His materials are there but it's sparse.  There are no posters or trinkets or oddities on display to illustrate his worldly experiences, of which he's had a few.  He grew up in boarding schools in England and in South Africa; he went to London's Camberwell School of Arts, studying under men like Frank Auerbach, Howard Hodgkin and R.B. Kitaj; he immigrated to Canada, settling in Victoria while in his early 30's and he still travels extensively.  In this studio, experience is not confined to knick knacks and souvenirs, experience is converted into art-making.   

Other than several of his early oil paintings and a thick stacks of paintings on paper, all of which is stored in a dark corner or two, there are only a handful of finished acrylics on display.  This is a work space and not at all romantic.  It looks more like a storage room, filled with random objects. Black binders fill the shelves above a freshly cleared work table.  The instruments he uses for his sound work are there too and include, in part, two small tape recorders, pine cones, rocks, an old broken down guitar, and most interesting, an LP wrapped round and round with a bicycle tube with one copper and one plastic dish-scrubber tucked in under the tube, an object which can be manipulated to make several delicate and unusual noises. There are no windows but two sky lights in the angled ceiling.  Everything, but the new paintings, seems grey or some variation thereof.  It's entirely utilitarian, like the office of a mildly eccentric mid-level manager in a warehouse somewhere. 

To the left, just as you enter the studio, is his painting wall.  On it are secured several sheets of Arches 88 paper; paintings in various stages of progress.  Leaning against the wall three of these paintings, neatly framed, are ready to be shipped to a gallery in Vancouver.  The wall is a painting in itself, stained with running lines of thin black and purple paint, evidence of past action.  Higher up are thick wedges of dull orange paint, strokes of a plaster knife moving in from beyond the edges of a bygone sheet of paper. On the grey carpet below are scattered paint tubes (acrylics only; they are arguably less hazardous and also less likely to migrate into his electronics equipment only four or five feet away).  He buys his brushes from hardware stores, they stand on their bristles in tubs of water.  They're cheap.  At 70 years old, he has arthritis in his hands and so uses a fistful of brushes at a time, scooping the paint up and onto the paper, allowing the paint itself to complete the action.  


 When he built this studio and the house he lives in, he threw 400 paintings on canvas into a dumpster.  It seems unthinkable, but he says, "The nice thing about paper is that it's paper--canvas is a storage problem".  This ability to let go, to let the buttercups grow (and hardly anyone lets buttercups grow), to the let the paint run, to let the work take it's own form, is part of an interesting dynamic in his art that seems also to involve an unusually heightened sense of awareness in regards to experiential phenomenon generally considered uninteresting.  He exploits hidden potential, using those qualities many of us take for granted as the building blocks to greatly mysterious and poetic works of art.  

My first introduction to Lance's work was at an exhibition of his paintings called The Road to Esperance.  The series was fairly typical of his current painting practice which is strikingly balanced between expressionism and minimalism, containing both wild complexity and profound serenity.  From that first exposure I remember, vividly, layers of pale washes and the blackest velvet blacks and runs and splashes and great swaths of green and yellow and orange, with stuttering dry marks moving through everything.  I felt that I was in the presence of a master, a rare experience, to be sure, and on further inspection discovered, unsurprisingly that his practice itself is remarkably diverse and rich, encompassing sound, experiments with scanners and cameras, projections, video and lithography as well as painting. 

While recently perusing, online, a single edition book Lance published called American Paint Catalogue for a Non-Existent Exhibition (consisting of 124 pages of drawings on discarded catalogue covers) and listening to a free download of his 25 minute found sound piece called Thief (an arrangement of crunching feet, breathing, chains, silence) my cell phone starts to ring and at first I think it's a part of the piece.   And later I think again, it was a part of the piece.  There is that near seamless blend of art and life in Lance's work, an all encompassing production apparently free of the self-edit, but free also of any stridently defined boundaries.  Rather the process of observing and then collecting and then arranging creates, or perhaps morphs into, an endless loop of observing, collecting and arranging and not for only the artist, but for all of us paying attention. 

It's important to note that American Paint Catalogue for a Non-Existent Exhibition was conceived in response to the ongoing trend of publishing, and distributing far and wide, catalogues of exhibition images that only a minority of people are actually able to see in person.  This raises fundamental (and kind of funny) questions about what is actually of importance: the art and the exhibition, or the need to make people worldwide understand that there was some art in an exhibition somewhere. The point here, of course, is that Olsen has re-created that dilemma quite elegantly while also presenting, rather elaborately, and to a limited audience (after all there is only one edition) an extensive collection of his powerful black lined, doodle-like drawings.

In the sound piece, Thief, there is, again, the mirroring of circumstance, although of a more personal nature.  His studio was burgled and he lost his computer, hard drives and 10 years worth of digital recordings.  Thief was created in the time immediately after the break-in when Lance was left to begin building his collection of sounds again, anew.  Thief, I described earlier as found sound, but in a sense it is a collection of sounds not found but taken.  He took to carrying a small tape recorder in his pocket or on his person, moving through the world, unbeknownst to those people or creatures or objects making recordable noise that he was in fact taking this thing from them, the sounds they make. 

Seen in this light, Lance Olsen is suddenly much more than a simple conduit.  There is calculation in his movements as well, an almost sly repurposing of several human characteristics of the kind mentioned above; the ambition of artists, the criminality of the thief, and the unguarded innocence of those from whom the thief takes.  This seems perfectly in keeping with the expressionism and minimalism I first noticed in his paintings.  In art, he is constantly working in response to what has happened, whether it's a mark he's made with paint or a careless act of thievery, and he uses a light, light touch.  His responses are genuine but controlled, never going too far, always leaving just enough room for the observer to find space for themselves and their own thoughts.

Before we part, Lance remarks, rather off-handedly, that he's been practising meditation for the last forty years, sometimes joining week-long meditation retreats, which he says is harder than anything, an extreme challenge for both body and mind.  He's a Buddhist, and immediately it's tempting to sum up his complex practice as a spiritual one, but it's almost too glib a conclusion because Olsen was an artist long before he took up meditating.  Perhaps spirituality is simply another tool, like art, to be used as a way forward, in a tenacious response to the relentless onslaught that is life.  About himself he says, very simply that "I have no idea what I'm going to do.  I make a sound and it suggests something.  I don't like being an art director in my own work.  I like flowing...being one with what [I'm] doing."


Christine Clark