Thursday 20 March 2014

Art Review: Martin Creed's "What's the Point of It"?


The exhibition starts with non-uniform ticking sounds, a striped black-and-white wall and a huge "MOTHERS" neon sign rotating above the viewers. A sofa, without much sense is placed covering half of the entrance. At the beginning, everything is quite puzzling, though the pamphlet distributed helps aid our comprehension. Before proceeding to the next room, you stop to reflect: do I accept this as art?
Martin Creed, "Mothers". Exhibition at the Hayward Gallery.
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Stacks of chairs and boxes, a door that opens and closes on its own, farting sounds, a broccoli, and fully painted sheets of paper with a single pen, are on display. The pieces resemble doodles or experiments children would do in a spare time, not very elaborate, yet usually playful and colourful. Soon, after some time getting used to the idea of Creed’s work, the viewer’s inner-child starts to identify with the works. Many of the themes are explored further through the choice of different materials. The repetitive stacking techniques vary from Lego blocks, to chairs, nails, or cactuses show consistency in his making.

Once you are done on the first floor, make sure to take the lift instead of the stairs, though exercise may be good. There is a tailor-made work by Creed in it. Going up, musical notes increase in tone, with timed intervals, until you reach the second floor. Going down is the exact opposite. This work maps how the artist enjoys the idea of scales, and play with directly related objects in repetition. Though in the case of the elevator, the viewer may remind himself or herself of a “Looney Tunes” cartoon scene where characters are falling to the ground or even building up towards an exciting action.

The installations on the top floor of the gallery are the highlight of the exhibition, and the queue for the hair-raising balloon room does not contradict this statement. As the viewer walks through Half the Air in a Given Space, they see the balloons that fill up the space of an entire room statically sticking to the long hairs of the young or old. Moving through it becomes slightly limited; the air-filled containers push and support you simultaneously. One cannot simply stop laughing. It is most definitely an enjoyable ride! The outside pieces show a wall made from different types of bricks, a car that works by itself, and a video of a penis moving. These illustrate the maturity of Creed's practices by embracing what people perceive as immature.
Martin Creed, "Half the Air in a Given Space". Exhibition at the Hayward Gallery.
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As you are prepared to leave the exhibition, you pass through a room with a projection of either a girl vomiting or pooping. Two very uncomfortable scenes which you would probably ask to erase from your mind. The reactions towards this room are quite varied. The people who read the sign containing a warning about the films, some may choose to stay or flee through to the exit door. The ones who don’t notice the sign, will probably sit through the screening until they notice the actor’s excrements, responses like laughter, eye covering, and running towards the exit are all acceptable. By then, you question, what's the point of all of it?

Thursday 6 March 2014

Art of the Week: L'Absinthe

Edgar Degas, "L'Absinthe" (1876). Musée D'Orsay, Paris. Click here for image URL
By the late 19th Century, absinthe was becoming a common drink throughout the outcasts of Paris. The scene is set to the right rather than centrally, and the characters' minds seem to be far away from that situation. The absinthe glass is set right in front of the distracted lady. Of course, absinthe is not what we taste nowadays. At the time, it was actually hallucinogenic, as much as we've been told. The drink started to raise problems of social isolation.

Degas was a fan of photography, and the canvas is set almost to look like a photograph - a still moment, maybe from the corner of an eye. A snap, a quick view, without focussing on the posers as the subject matter, but really the environment as a whole. It is as if the viewer is sitting on the table looking at them, or even joining them in the isolation of the self.