Mark Amery – 14 September, 2013
The Christchurch Art Gallery touring exhibition The Hanging Sky, represents the gamut of everything I like and take issue with large painting. Things start well. The big rock faces and skies, and magnetic abstracted representations of Mokomokãi or Toi moko, all with their air punctuated by tumbling bird ciphers, are powerful. The exhibition (and book) moves into a rich exploration of skywriting and the visual treatment of text. And yet here I start to find myself questioning the scale…
The Hanging Sky: Shane Cotton
Editor: Justin Paton
Essays by Justin Paton, Robert Leonard, Eliot Weinberger, Geraldine Kirrihi Barlow
Design: Aaron Beehre. Photography: John Collie
192 pp, hardback , foil-stamped cloth cover, blue page edges
72 full colour plates
Size 390 x 294 mm; weight 4.10 kg
Published by Christchurch Art Gallery Te Puna O Waiwhetu, 2013
A confession. I have been struggling with big painting of late. They fill big public gallery and corporate foyer walls nicely, but too few have a Rothko or McCahon sized visceral wallop to carry the visual bombast. Too few immerse me, charge me, change me.
Am I falling out of love with painting? Not exactly. Painting has to work harder to engage. Images come in a flood, increasingly digitised, ever more compressed and miniaturised. Painting, with a weight of historical baggage, is surrounded by a plethora of other media that relate in quite different ways to the world. And so on.
Of all the painters I can think of Shane Cotton is wrestling with this the most. I admire the boldness and rigour of his fluid investigation of painting, our contemporary conflation of different media, our cannibalisation of imagery, visual languages and pictorial techniques - and all the trouble it brings. Moving, in this new century, his viewpoint skyward he manipulates imagery in a charged, storm cloud-laden ether (the digital and spiritual space between things). His paintings express an anxiety over displacement, fragmentation and ungroundedness (the ‘dis’ and ‘un’ prefixes come up repeatedly in writing surrounding his work), both universal and culturally specific. The work is distinctly chilly.
And yet a wrestle it is. The Christchurch Art Gallery touring exhibition The Hanging Sky, takes in a selection of Cotton’s work from 2007 to 2013. It represents the gamut of everything I like and take issue with large painting. Things start well. The big rock faces and skies, and magnetic abstracted representations of Mokomokãi or Toi moko (tattooed Maori heads), all with their air punctuated by tumbling bird ciphers, are powerful. The exhibition (and book) moves into a rich exploration of skywriting and the visual treatment of text. And yet here I start to find myself questioning the scale. The elevation of uncertainty the work conveys at this large size bothers me. There’s an emptiness to the grandeur, as if taking on the vacuity of advertising at its own game. By the time I reach the suite of more recent work, with its library of cut and paste collage of co-opted, manipulated imagery, Cotton’s lost me in a self-referential design game. The work has lost its potency as paint, its rationale for being up large on canvas.
Which is where conversely the power of The Hanging Sky book kicks in. Many of the paintings work better in this mode and at this more intimate human scale. It’s a terrific piece of publishing. It would be a misnomer to call it a catalogue. It contains more work than the exhibition, allowing the viewer a better sense of the scope of Cotton’s experimentation with his vocabulary (particularly in the midpoint years of 2010-11). As something you flick rather than pace through, perhaps the book is the best mode of representation for what Paton calls a painting practise in motion. While an exhibition tends to define and contain, a book relies on a narrative of progression and change.
The book’s strength is arguably reflective of the fact that the Christchurch Art Gallery has been (as it has dubbed itself) “a gallery without walls”. It is lavish in its electric Persian Blue page edges and big scale, and yet it is not padded out. It exists to support the scale of the paintings.
A single page here is A3, a doublepage spread A2 - poster sizes. You hold it as a distinct object to immerse yourself in the work. Cotton has long worked with the design language of the street poster and graphic arts. His work then has a distinct charge at this scale. At this size the experience is also far different from what we are increasingly familiar with holding: the phone, pad and laptop screens. This book doesn’t fit in a handbag or briefcase. In this way it feels like a book made for this time, just as Cotton’s paintings in their visual language extend widescreen arrangements of icons, and the optical effects of the flickering liquid crystal display.
It’s not so long ago that an active printing practice was a common side activity for a painter. Cotton breaks down perceived boundary lines between the ends of the design spectrum. Particularly when, as he did with his last survey show in 2003 he created with Eyework design limited edition posters. Our notions of value with printing and the object are changing. Take the recent “most expensive album in New Zealand history”, the recently released Chills live album Somewhere Beautiful. Featuring a Cotton 50cm x 50cm screenprint it retails at $6500 (The Chills’ Martin Phillipps commenting to the Otago Daily Times that, “it’s probably an investment more for Shane’s art than the album at that price tag.”)
The Hanging Sky meanwhile is on sale at $120. With excellent photographic reproduction by John Collie and elegant design by Aaron Beehre it deserves to be a game-changer in terms of art book publishing. The sort of book you buy regardless of your art purchasing ability, because it offers you something your digital devices do not.
The process of painting remains integral to Cotton’s work, but comparing exhibition to book I question whether the painting is always the strongest experience. A series in 2008 in which images shot through with blue are stretched on a white page backdrop work far better in print than on the wall. A series of target works (acrylic, photo etching and aquatint, 2009-12) take a long wall to exhibit, but for all their delicacy and design strength they absorb my attention better as I flick through them on the page.
The language of design of course is not where Cotton’s works’ relationship with books ends. The works are veritable libraries of imagery and texts colliding, colluding and corroding. The works offer themselves up to be read, yet now also assert the deadliness of doing so. Readings constantly fade, warp or are crossed out. The work becomes more about the importance of the space in-between things, and the unreliability of reading that which punctuates it.
This gives their presentation in book form an extra charge - for the reader it’s an active engagement in the complexity of reading images. Robert Leonard’s title for his essay, ‘The treachery of images’ gets this beautifully. It itself is taken from a Cotton Hamish McKay exhibition, which is in turn stolen from Magritte -the title of his famous pipe painting (stating ‘Ceci n’est pas une pipe’). Such acts speak of the piratical mongrelisation culture involves, as so often vividly visualised as a form of violence in Cotton’s work.
Given Cotton’s rejection of being too easily read, its no surprise the writers in this book work to open his work out rather than close it. All are excellent. Leonard is good on Cotton’s positioning, or more the slipperiness of his positioning: his wish to engage with the space where positions move and meet and become problematic. His ruminations on ‘Maori as Vampiric’, based on hearing Cotton’s favourite film is Nosferatu, is an entertaining, vaguely useful segue-way in considering the tension between modernity and the older spiritual realm beyond.
Geraldine Kirrihi Barlow is of Irish, English and, like Cotton, Ngapuhi descent and a Senior Curator at Monash, Melbourne. In other words, she is well positioned to comment on both this works grounding and its floating hybridity. Its reflected in the strength of her writing: able to consider with some depth the presence of Toi moko in the work, and express the real world present charge of Cotton’s use of imagery through poetic phrase: “Disarticulated, these heads are like the smashed memory cards of defunct devices…” or “Cotton brings us fragments from history, from ‘incidents’ past, but casts them in the light of this ungrounded age, this economy of flickering, ever in motion, images.”
As guide, exhibition curator Justin Paton writes experientially of ‘six encounters’ with Cotton’s work, stretching over the time-span of the exhibition - the writing often brilliantly, breezily evoking what he says Cotton tries to do as a painter: “sound out and activate space”
Principal place upfront however is given to American essayist Eliot Weinberger, known for his conflation of prose and poetry. He reflects Cotton’s work as about space, movement of the past on the page and opening up interpretation. Weinberger makes the stories and spirit of our catalogue of native birds, present and extinct, alive as a performance, as a dance. It reads like the score of a choral work brought to life: ghost birds sing through the movement of words, colons and speechmarks. Like Cotton, Weinberger connects heaven and earth by charging up with play the unknown, dreamlike space in-between.
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