Friday, 7 June 2019

Bullets for Bottoms

In the Brazilian Pavilion at the Venice Biennale, Toby Upson finds everything he could freaking wish for in a biennale presentation namely: depth, ethics a little political charge and beautiful bodies pulsating in time with contemporary club classics 





‘We must respond to the aestheticisation of politics with the politicization of aesthetics.’ 

Walter Benjamin’s now infamous line echoes across this year’s Venice Biennale and across the wider artworld discourses of late. Indeed, politics seem to be becoming a more and more prominent subject in contemporary art. Often didactic or activist in ideology, far from creating any form of change or triggering any wider conversation on socio-political issues, the proliferation of white cube political art risks casting a spectacular shadow over this whole practice. 

How then can artists (in the expanded term) manoeuvre in this context to generate aesthetic experiences that suitably percolate conversations about contemporary socio-cultural issues without reproducing radically grandiose statements, or clinical vitrines brimming with quasi-anthropological research? 

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I am enticed into the Brazilian Pavilion by an electro drum-beat and a sudden drop in the club like baseline. Unlike anything you can gleam about pop phenomena from Drag Race, the cavernous space contains a cacophonous pool of energetic movements, sweat, and raw sexual energy. Who wouldn’t want to investigate!





Two rooms in the Pavilion are given over to the artist duo Bárbara Wagner and Benjamin De Burca to present the latest iteration of their long-term research with marginal communities in Recife, Brazil. Taking its name from swingueira – a modern day form of communal dance much like, square dancing or samba – Wagner and De Burca’s Swinguerra twists the words ending (from gueira to guerra - meaning war) imbuing it with political charge, and indicating the complex threads woven through the artistic research displayed. Don’t fret there are no vitrines in sight. Simply split over two darkened rooms, Swinguerra pairs simple photography with a genre blurring film, to create a clean yet highly enjoyable presentation, teaming with a socio-political undercurrent. 

In the first room a series of photographic portraits capture a number of Recife’s urban dance troops. Popping with cinematic vitality, each portrait shows the regiments standing strong in formations against a dark backdrop. In an iconographic metaphor for the political climate in Brazil, this order and the petrified agency gained through the high contrasts, gives the troops a collective powerful sense of purpose and pride.

Moving into the second room the tempo steps up. The energy bound up in the portraits erupts onto the big screen (a two-channel screen, one at each end of the rectangular room) with full-on pop drama. In a hi-octane, S&M come High School Musical film, Wagner and De Burca blur documentary type footage of the works participants including the dancer’s lives, training regimes, and acts of self-progression, via social media, with the full-on spectacle of music video dance sequences. As the semi-narrative unfolds, perceptions of genders, race, and identity dissolve until we are left with a wonderfully ‘tasteless’ display of pop identity: one free from high or low culture binaries, and evangelistic ideals.






Sweaty and straight faced, recurring iconography and dance movements give the dancers’ routines a particular socio-political prominence: the exaggerated thrust, the cock grab, the twerk, and double handed wank, can all be read as signs of the male western hegemony perpetuated by digital media and indeed the capitalist idea of democracy that accompanies this flow of global nationalism. The infectious effect of this right-wing ideology is woven throughout the film. Dressed in black, we see the participants training in their clammy sports hall; and immediately a parallel image is called to mind; one of dictatorial regimens, of national strength, and shows of military power. If the sold mass of military might was once the primary gauge of a certain male fantasy of national power, in the digital present the speed of bullets has been replaced by the vibrations of bottoms. 

Intermingled with the footage of the troops training and performing, under the guide of their captain, we see the participants going about their day to day lives, whether taking selfies, smoking or getting changed these small acts give the work a humanity, something often lacking in socio-research based practices. In these moments of respite, we glimpse the participants visions of their troop’s collective future: dancing in perfect synchronicity at the centre of a classically polis style stadium. But just like the smoke bellowing from their cigarettes, these hazy aspirations disintegrate before long, and they are back in sweaty reality.

More than just a racy stream of dew soaked youths dancing, given the political climate in Brazil (a country in the grips of a right-wing regime that does not support culture) and the global drive towards an ever more heterogeneous social whole, the film acts as a spectacular metaphor for the contemporary (2019) incarnation of the  ‘order and progress’ ideology. Gabriel Pérez-Barreiro (the Pavilion’s curator) is keen to assert that the socio-political undercurrents that run through Wagner and De Burca’s work does not play a part in the construction of the films narrative: much like the issues themselves, social relations and the political situation are embedded within the artists’ research by the bodies, movements, scenes and traditions of the Brazilians they collaborate with.

I’m not afraid to say I freaking love this Pavilion! It has everything I could wish for in a biennale presentation, and art in general: depth, ethics, a little political charge, and of course beautiful bodies pulsating in time with some contemporary club classics. 


Toby Upson


Bárbara Wagner & Benjamin de Burca
Swinguerra
Brazilian Pavilion at the Venice Biennale
Giardini Castello, Venice 
11 May – 24 November 2019 

Tuesday, 4 June 2019

Wising up to the Marks

Getting out of the kitchen to rattle those pots and pans Alex Michon interviews artist Josephine Wood to discuss working class beauty, inequality, punk armchairs, and Hilda Ogden’s curlers


'Hungry darkness of living
Who will thirst in the pit? (hooked in metropolis)'
Ghetto Defendant, The Clash 

William S Burroughs credits Jack Kerouac as having suggested the title Naked Lunch for his cult novel published in 1959. Burroughs himself explained the meaning as ‘the frozen moment when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork.’ The poet, Ann Waldman, sees the phrase as offering a stark contrast to the prevailing vision of reality during the post war Eisenhower years: ‘It's not the woman with her Kelvinator refrigerator, opening the door to show you how crisp the lettuce stays,’ says Waldman ‘It's the 'naked lunch' ... where you see reality clearly, you see the lettuce decomposing’. 

Known for his heroin addiction, it is maybe not the decomposing lettuce, which Burroughs is warning against ingesting. ‘Junk’ he says ‘is the ideal product . . . the ultimate merchandise. No sales talk necessary. The client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy’.

Whatever the meaning, the phrase has come to be known as symbolising that moment when the scales fall off and you see the world as it really is and realise that it is not all that pretty. Burroughs told an interviewer in 1970 ‘I do definitely mean what I say to be taken literally, yes, to make people aware of the true criminality of our times, to wise up to the marks.’ 

 At the End of Every Fork is one of the first paintings Josephine Wood shows me when I go to visit her in her Stratford studio for the first time. 

‘I was reading Burroughs at the time and I have done a whole series of paintings with that title’ she explains. 


Josephine Wood, At the End of Every Fork, 2018, acrylic & oil on canvas, 175x170cm 


This large painting with its explosive libidinal energy reminds me of those wax crayon drawings I used to love doing as a kid, where you put down a series of colours, cover it all with black and then scrape through to make images, usually of fireworks. But as with all of Wood’s paintings you are forced to look deeper beyond the first encounter. Reinforced by her insightful title and on re-looking I see a load of spectacles, some with, some without eyes leading back to the Burroughs’ quote of looking at something as if for the first time. The painting suggests a mini cosmos/blackboard jungle of sure-fire mark making, shouting out its secretly subversive language of signs. 

I am curious to learn more about the painter’s process and ask Wood about how she begins to make work.

JW: ‘Well I always start off with a drawing on paper, maybe just a doodle I might have an idea of what I want to do, then I sort of let things happen, I trust in the process, and let whatever comes to the surface, however there is a lot of editing, and re-painting of the final image.’  

AM: Do you have an internal dialogue while you are painting? 

JW: ‘Well yes but when I start I don’t really want to create a painting as such because there is all that weight of  expectation so I allow it to become very instinctive and automatic, it becomes like a physical thing and you are just responding to the marks you make and the images stored in your memory so that it becomes instinctive and if I allow myself to make a ‘crap’ painting the results are more satisfying. I think it is very important as a painter to have a subject even if you don’t always paint the subject but it should be there underpinning the work. A subject can be a collection of themes. My themes tend to be domesticity, gender and class.’ 

AM: So how does that subject reveal itself through the paint and the marks or does the subject impose itself on the paint and marks? 

JW: ‘I think it’s simultaneous when the application and the subject meet and collide and it becomes very automatic – so that I am painting subject without consciously painting it.  It sounds very cheesy but it’s like the paint is able to access the deeper recesses of your mind and this library of images that you have in your head crystallises and comes to the surface of the canvas. Also I listen to really loud music when I am working which helps to switch off from self-criticism and my own idealism. It helps not to actively pursue a subject whilst painting and just let whatever happens, the subject will be there in some form. Sometimes it feels your on a tightrope, the painting gets to a stage where one false move could wreck the whole thing, at this point you have to be focussed and decisive’ 


Kitchen Confidential 

Wood often uses domestic and utilitarian objects in her paintings, notwithstanding the forks; toilets, pots and pans and other household objects make regular appearances in her work. Not included as some kind of nicey-nicey bourgeois accoutrements, they represent a far more feminist/socio-political refusenik position. Her work includes domestic scenarios gone awry, utility objects, cheap food and body parts merging and clashing in eroticised compositions within the abstracted field.


Josephine Wood, Dirty Digits, 2018, acrylic & oil on canvas, 175x180cm


JW: ‘I like fingers, I like the way digits can be penises or sausages or how sausages can be penises – it’s funny in a Carry-on adolescent sort of way’ 


The Beauty of Working Class Culture

A wide-ranging survey published in April 2018, entitled Panic! Social Class, Taste and Inequalities in the Creative Industries released by Create London and Arts Emergency found that: The percentage of people with working-class origins working in music, performing and visual arts was only 18.2%. It also noted that ‘Aside from crafts, no creative occupation comes close to having a third of its workforce from working-class origins, which is the average for the population as a whole.’

For Wood her working classness is inescapable, brought up on a council estate in East London and subsequently moving to another estate in north London which she describes as ‘a huge monstrosity like a really crappy Thamesmead’. 

AM: So do you consider yourself to be a working class artist?

JW: ‘Well yes I consider myself an artist from a working class background, there are not many of us are there?  but I don’t you know, wear it as a badge, for me it is just inescapable. There is a richness, a beauty in working class culture, the use of language and dialect which is hugely creative, exciting and radical and  is completely overlooked within the art world. Working class culture is usually pigeon holed, fetishised or perceived as too crass as a subject for art, For me it is really important, it is part of my psyche and my artistic sensibility.  In relation to this I am also responding to the horror of the situation we find ourselves in at the moment so a painting like ‘Trolley Wally’ and another series of paintings I made from 2017 entitled ‘Kill All Hippies’ which include aggressive skinhead yob type figures trampling on heads etc comes from the situation we are in now where people from really hard up communities are angry and reactionary, being seduced by the far right, due to being abandoned by mainstream politics and continually shat on from a great height…..I wish they would target that anger onto the real oppressors’ 


Josephine Wood, Trolley Wally, 2019, acrylic on canvas, 120x150cm


Wood says that she has 'always been interested in the domestic as a subject for painting; the complex relations between people and their environment, the power struggles and family dynamics ... I like the idea of the mundane becoming monumentally ridiculous'. 


Josephine Wood, Granny Takes a Trip, 2018, acrylic & oil on canvas, 180x185cm


Granny Takes a Trip is a painting I respond to immediately aesthetically I am drawn to what I call its historicity as it reminds me of a Picasso mixed with a kind of 70s wallpaper vibe. So it makes me laugh when Wood eventually explains that the white motifs are toilets and the colourful clusters of what I thought were hands were actually inspired by Hilda Ogden’s curlers! 

Throughout the ongoing preoccupations with class, social disintegration and counter-culture runs a rich vein of humour within Wood’s work. A kind of cheeky carry-on-ness which underpins and diffuses any kind of hoity-toity pretentiousness which can often be detected in artists dealing with serious socio-political issues.

Two paintings ostensibly called Punk Armchairs are particularly interesting in understanding not only how Wood’s collective store of images are used in the genesis of a painting but also go some way to explaining how a particular TV play was instrumental in leading  the way towards her becoming an artist in the first place. 

JW: ‘When I was younger, like 14 or something, I watched this Harold Pinter play (adapted as a film) on TV called The Homecoming and I was really engrossed in it and I did not know why, I had not seen anything like it before. The aggression and tension in Pinter’s writing was so compelling for me, where people are at the mercy of each other, the implication of threat. Pinter had great insight into the power struggles between people and how this plays out in the context of class, being a Hackney boy himself  his knowledge was subjective. It was a light bulb moment for me, an exposure to the avant-garde and I become interested in the arts. I bought a copy of Plays 3 which has a painting of an armchair on the cover that has this menacing presence, it is wedged in my memory and armchairs prop up again and again in my paintings.’ 


Josephine Wood, Punk Armchair (working title), 2019, acrylic & oil on canvas, 150x100cm

              

On writing at the end of May 2019, the European elections have resulted in Nigel Farage’s Brexit party securing their biggest gains outstripping both the labour and conservatives. The far right is gaining footholds all over Europe with Marie Le Penn’s party securing a huge majority in France. Back home  inequality not only of artistic opportunity but real food bank, universal credit poverty continues to increase and cause real hardships. It is not easy to be an artist in such times, Josephine Wood is one artist who is not afraid of ‘wising up to the facts’ to uncover the ‘true criminality of our times’ and who moreover is doing it with intelligence, nuance and most of all with a sense of humour.

Alex Michon 
May 2019 



Josephine Wood’s work can be seen in The Ruth Borchard Self Portrait Prize2019 at Piano Nobile Gallery, London, until 30 August. She is also in the group show If I was a Rich Girl curated by Clare Kenny at Kunstraum Riehen, Basel, until 30 June 2019. 






Wednesday, 29 May 2019

Modern Nature at the Drawing Room

From plastic flowers pinched from public places to a series of hand-painted seaweeds Abigail Ashford muses on our tangled and prickly relationships with the natural world revealing a constant human preoccupation with collecting, colonising and exploiting it 



Modern Nature, The Drawing Room


What makes nature modern? Is it the very unnaturalness of the relationships we now cultivate with it? Or, like modern art or literature, has plant-life become explicitly self-reflexive? 

An Instagram account dedicated to pleasing images of houseplants is perhaps our digital equivalent of the herbarium collections of the 1800s. In most cases, the scientific emphasis of the latter has been overridden by aesthetic considerations, such as colour, contrast and symmetry. This new exhibition at the Drawing Room testifies to this transformation, emphasising the cross-fertilisations between science and art, while revealing the subtle positioning of plants as witnesses to and companions in human struggles. 

The show takes its title from Maggie Hambling’s quip, recounted by Derek Jarman, that he had through his gardening project in Dungeness, Kent, at last discovered modern nature. Jarman’s work positions the cultivation of plants as a form of personal therapy and escapism from socio-political hardship, but beyond this, the show encourages us to reflect on nature’s place in the wider histories of colonialism and gender.

Mark Dion, Herbarium
2010, hand painted acrylic wash, spitbite aquatint, à la poupée photogravure, 
with hand applied letterpress labels & stamps, 42x29cm each
Courtesy Graphicstudio, University of South Florida


Walking into the main gallery space, visitors first encounter a selection of spindly shadows of plants on fading paper, which seem to have been dug out of some dusty old archive. Inspired by the horticultural practice of Henry Perrine in the 19th, century, Mark Dion’s Herbarium mimics a lost collection of pressed marine algae. Each sheet bears a stamp and label declaring it part of the original herbarium. The hand-painted seaweed series is presented as work salvaged from an 1840 Seminole Indian raid on Perrine’s Florida home in which he was killed, and his portfolio of specimens destroyed. The 1830 Indian Removal Act had further exacerbated tensions between white settlers like Perrine and the Seminole Peoples who, in a series of wars between 1817 and 1858, fought the US army in defence of their diminishing territories.

Others have seen Dion’s piece as a response to and commemoration of a tragic scientific loss, yet I doubt the irony (and arguably poetic justice) of a colonial conservator’s collection of native plants being destroyed by an oppressed native people was not lost on the artist. As an advocate for the introduction of tropical plants to the United States, Perrine continued an insidious tradition stretching back to the 16th century of ecological imperialism in North America. 

Dion’s careful reconstitution of the algae cuttings complicates a narrow view of this controversial history. Inviting a focus on the multi-pronged minutiae of natural forms, different perceptions of what is of value in ‘the land’ are synthesised in Dion’s ghostly renderings, which testify to the fragility of nature in human sites of conflict. The new herbarium promotes a rebuilding and remembering that includes the devastation of the natural world in human history. 

Alberto Baraya, Compared Modernist Studies, 2011, photographs, found objects and drawing on cardboard, dimensions variable, collection Catherin Petitgas


On an adjacent wall, Colombian artist Alberto Baraya’s installation Compared Modernist Studies, showcases a very different survey of plant-life, one comprised of plastic orchids and fake flowers. In contrast to Dion’s Herbarium, Baraya categorises and labels objects pinched from public places and private properties, parodying the innocent collecting of men such as Perrine. Reframing this history as one of biological theft, the artist questions and subverts the ‘disinterested discourse of science’ practiced by men who came to the Americas to document its botanical resources, paving the way for their capitalist exploitation. In a 2007 interview for Frieze, Baraya explained that ‘by picking up some plastic flowers on the street, I behave like the scientists that Western education expects us to become. By changing the goals of this simple task, I resist this ‘destiny’.’

The very first photographically illustrated book produced in Britain was Anna Atkins’s British Algae: Cyanotype Impressions published in 1843. As Drawing Room curator Katherine Stout notes, botany was one area of the male-dominated field of science in which women were permitted to participate. Later in the 19th century, Swedish artist Hilma Af Klint began her career making botanical drawings in Stockholm. Despite her subsequent achievements in abstraction, the drawings on display here do not particularly reflect her compositional or stylistic talent, perhaps being overshadowed by the colourful, quirky studies of Amazonian flowers by artist and conservationist Margaret Mee. One of the first people to highlight the impact of mining and deforestation on the Amazon, Mee combined her fine arts training with a passion for social justice to produce never before seen portraits of exotic plants increasingly under threat from industrial expansion. 

From the botanical drawings of Klint to the plastic plants collected and analysed by Alberto Baraya, the works featured fluctuate between documenting and idealising. Beside Klint’s work, the plaque notes that her wheat grains and thistles ‘display the natural world without elaboration or improvement.’ However, this detailed plant portraiture visualises subjects floating alone against blank paper backgrounds, severed from their naturally occurring foliage and wild green surroundings. Subtle anthropomorphisms reach a peak in Viktor Timofeev’s giant mural Godflower 7 drawn on the far wall of the gallery, where two tentacular bodies meld flora and fauna in a surreal alien disposition. 

Viktor Timofeev, Godflower 7, 2019, Conté pastel on wall, 731x450cm

This selection of artwork asks us to consider whether conceptualisations of the natural world can ever really be free from personal, political and economic agendas. Nature and culture have long been conceived of as distinct and opposing categories. From the Enlightenment onwards distancing the human social sphere, theologically, ideologically and materially, from the nonhuman world, has served to justify the exploitation of the latter. Our current industrialised, capitalist modernity has relied upon and emerged from this distinction. Moreover, the natural world we now encounter is both composed of and mediated by the smog, chainsaws and drills that continue to envelop the plants, the animals and the Earth. Modern Nature does not gild the lily, but instead grasps the nettle in its representation of our tangled and prickly relationships with the natural world. 


Abigail Ashford 


Modern Nature
Drawing Room
London SE17

2 May – 7 July 2019

Monday, 20 May 2019

May You Live In Interesting Times

Before it sinks into the lagoon, Kirsty Buchanan encounters a gang of difficult women and a bookish man at the 2019 Venice Biennale.


Mari Katayama


Ralph Rugoff is the curator of May You Live In Interesting Times, the 58th Venice Art Biennale, and both the Giardini and the various scattered pavilions feel refreshingly consistent and a pleasure to meander around. 



Sun Yuan and Peng You, Can’t Help Myself, 2016, image courtesy Ben Davis


In previous years the Arsenale has felt tedious and walking around a long dark corridor with angry art can be very exhausting. Last year the work seemed to want to cause discomfort to the audience, my recollection was of feeling like I was in a ghost train torture chamber from which I desperately tried to escape. This year however the whole thing is more like a fairground fun house than a horror train. It is not all entirely light hearted of course, there are important and poignant messages throughout, yet it is done with an inviting and inclusive touch which has so much more power. For example the terrifying sculpture by Sun Yuan and Peng Yuan, a giant squeegee that moves red glutinous ink around a perspex box at high speed with violent and abrupt movements which are impossible to predict. Contained, like a dinosaur at a zoo. It is uncomfortable to watch yet mesmerising and at times funny.



Martine Guitiérrez



The strongest voices are those of troublesome women, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I found myself drawn to the confrontational photographs of Martine Gutiérrez and the witty photographic compositions of Mari Katayama. Renate Bertlmann, the first solo female artist to represent Austria, defines the difficult women of the female avant garde art movement, with her punky tongue in cheek aesthetic, I enjoyed the way it is contained in the clean white Austrian pavilion with her signature covering the outside.




Jill Mulleady


The main highlight of the exhibitions at the Giardini and the Arsenale is the strength of the painting, and most of the paintings I loved were by women. Jill Mulleady’s large yet sensitive compositions made me want to dive into her world. Nicole Eisenman and Nijdeka Akunyili’s paintings contribute to a beautiful conversation between unrelenting women with an exceptional demonstration of sensitivity and accomplishment. 



Nicole Eisenman



In the satellite exhibitions and pavilions there are a number of references to loss of knowledge, which link nicely to the city of Venice itself. That anxiety of losing knowledge and forgetting history fascinates me and I often feel it when I’m in Venice, a city I love so much but don’t want to imagine ever not existing. Edmund de Waal’s exhibition Psalm is located in two parts, one in the Jewish Ghetto and the other in the beautiful Ateneo building near the Fenice Opera House. The second part is based on the lost libraries of the world and the books written by exiled writers. I found this thought provoking and once the concept was explained by an enthusiastic member of staff I felt compelled to participate by suggesting a book written by an outlaw (Edna O’Brien) and writing my name in a book which has been banned (Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea). The exhibition is however somewhat clunky in its delivery. De Waal’s ceramics don’t make any sense - just placed next to some bookshelves in a box, and the concept was unneccessarily over explained. In this city positioned on the precipice of disappearance the literal weight of this information excess seems particularly inappropriate. With continuing climate change all the artworks and all this information about the artworks could be submerged and lost in the Venice Lagoon. Maybe the weight of all of this excess could just tip the delicate balance – interesting times indeed.


Kirsty Buchanan



Edmund de Waal, The Library of Exile, 2019


Venice Biennale
11 May - 24 November 2019

Friday, 17 May 2019

Drawing like a Painter - Hannah Murgatroyd

Lizzie Lloyd focusses in on Hannah Murgatroyd’s work with its links to the language of art history which is on show with von Goetz gallery at the inaugural Draw Art Fair London. 


Hannah Murgatroyd, Supplicant, 2018, pencil on paper, 21x21cm



You would be forgiven for thinking that Hannah Murgatroyd’s drawings and paintings tell a story. The characters that populate her images all appear to have their own personality, locked in a fairytale landscape that captures a sense of paradisiacal bliss made strange. Characters recur, giving the impression of lives lived beyond the surface or frame of paper and canvas. The suggestion of relationships kindled, duties fulfilled, hopes dashed, desires sated, senses piqued is certainly there, in the cock of a finger, the flaring of a nostril, the curling of a toe, the upturning of a lip, the furrow of a brow. But the real narrative of Murgatroyd’s images is less easy to articulate. Her sensoria of line, colour and form lends a depth of focus to qualities like surface, style and sentiment, often dismissed as superficial, but which for her serve as the driving force.  

Drawing
At the root of all this is the craft of drawing. The limitations of the medium frustrate but at the same time it is through drawing’s restrictions that, she says, ‘I’ll find things out’. She sees drawing as a place of potential, where ideas emerge almost of their own accord. It is a process of discovery where forms and characters are not so much drawn but uncovered or kindled. This uncovering appears through pencil, charcoal or pastel marks that assert themselves on the paper with a confident but unpredetermined openness, as if blown along by force of swirling winds. Her depiction of hair, styled in particular and historically specific ways, is a favourite conduit for her blustery lines as much as her outlining of trees and bushes. Tousled locks appear alive, restless, as if activated by the kinds of gales so familiar to Murgatroyd’s childhood self, growing up on Dartmoor. 
Such spirited lines animate her drawings as much as her paintings, their vitality stemming from drawing’s relationship with the unconscious. The immediacy, scale and portability of drawing lends itself to an openness, a risk taking and a sense of ‘enquiry’, as she puts it, to which she feels enthral. When embarking on a new work she’s never sure where it will lead, which is how she likes it. It allows the drawing to take on a life, a character, a setting, an unspecified story of its own. In Noble Sentiment (2016), for example, she had no idea that the brawny figure, eyes closed in contemplative concentration, would end up holding an ox-eye daisy to his nose. But the emergence of this detail gave rise to a proliferation of symbols of flower forms through her most recent works.

Hannah Murgatroyd, Noble Sentiment, 2016, coloured pencil & gouache, 42x30cm


Though coming to painting later in life, after art school, Murgatroyd has always been aware of her facility for drawing. During her time at the Royal Drawing School in 2005 a tutor remarked that, ‘you draw like a painter’. This, she says, changed everything. Up to this point she had little experience of historical painting but during this year she was tasked with drawing from the National Gallery’s collection. Skeptically at first, she settled down in front of Peter Paul Rubens’s The Rape of the Sabine Women (1635–40) and became hooked on, what she calls, his ‘circularity, his perspectival pull and rolling line’, qualities that persist in Murgatroyd’s work to date. She became quickly taken with other paintings too. It was their formal qualities that struck her. At the time she had little prior knowledge of biblical or mythological stories and so, to decode them, had to rely on her eyes instead, on the surface skin of the paintings. She focused on colour, mood, atmosphere and the human relationships – set in often fantastical landscapes, or at least natural scenes filtered through the cultural frames of eye and hand – captured in the application of paint. Despite this initial excitement it was not until an artist residency at the Spinnerei in Leipzig in 2009 that she herself began to paint.


Time
This introduction to painting through the Old Masters proved formative. Murgatroyd draws more from the language and landscape of art history and visual culture than she does, the so-called real. She is drawn to artists who whole-heartedly embrace fiction and artifice. The other-worldly subjects of art-historical painting have also endured. In her works, grapes are mouthed, scents inhaled, wheat fronds clutched, sacks lugged, rocks fingered, bread stolen. These actions, performed by the various vagabonds, putti, and shepherds that inhabit her work, are not the stuff of contemporary life. They are throwbacks to a past, often make-believe, life.
Murgatroyd’s part-clad misfits, familiar to genre and landscape paintings of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, appear to combine Antoine Watteau’s decorative depictions of human gesture, say, with the sentimentality of François Boucher’s wide-eyed, reclining shepherdesses.
Such references to the Old Masters are not a simple postmodern appropriation though. Rather, they amount to, what Murgatroyd calls, ‘inhabiting the past through marks made’. The bristling surfaces of Jean-Honoré Fragonard butt up against the looser energy of a John Constable study, and the languid line of a Leonardo drawing. There are contemporary influences in there too, like David Salle’s explicit borrowing from other artists, or Douglas Coupland’s compression of history, personal anecdote, social commentary and sci-fi narratives of the future. Other seemingly more low-brow points of reference exist too. The virtuosity of a Disney landscape, Murgatroyd insists, comprises some of the best landscape drawing in art. She sees Mary Blair’s early work on Snow White (1951) as having much in common with Helen Frankenthaler’s mid-twentieth century handling of colour. Similarly, Murgatroyd’s characteristic mark-making style while suffused with rococo fancy and excess, is located in a relationship with mainstream cultural references from the 1950s and 60s: the bouffant bob, a chunky turtleneck jumper, exaggerated cartoon-like eyes, the hourglass figure, and saucy seaside postcards. Murgatroyd sees this accumulation of wide-ranging points of historical reference as the ‘permeable slippages of past, present, future held in one image, representing No Time.’

The Bucolic
Murgatroyd’s magpie-like picking through art history and visual culture serves simultaneously as a commentary about class, cultural value and hierarchies of worth. She deliberately borrows from visual languages not always deemed tasteful by the fine art establishment. Her interest in certain recurring themes like the pastoral, for example, is a case in point. She observes how mainstream middle- class values now aspire, unreservedly, to bucolic lifestyles: clean living, eating organic, growing your own. Murgatroyd’s sense is that when contemporary art deal in such idealisations of the landscape it is expected to be done in the spirit of critique because the bucolic is deemed inauthentic. But her experience of the landscape, growing up on the edge of Dartmoor’s wilderness, was genuinely characterised by the kinds of blue-skied liberties, and intimate encounters with bodies, as well as with nature, so familiar to the language of the bucolic.
She cites other reasons for her interest in mediated depictions of archetypal pastoral landscape as well. ‘The bucolic,’ Murgatroyd says, ‘has been a much maligned art form’. This is, in part, why she is drawn to it. Like her cast of outsider figures or her borrowing from a Disney aesthetic, she seeks out the overlooked and undervalued. The appeal of the bucolic goes further still. Like the storyline of a Disney animation it is underpinned by idealisations, by hopes and dreams. Such desires or aspirations, at least in contemporary Britain, are widely ridiculed as saccharine, delusory or, at best, culturally conservative. But Murgatroyd is attracted to such social figures, cultural forms or sentiments precisely because they are rebuffed by so-called high culture. The allure of these tropes, it turns out, is even more personal. Though now enjoying emerging recognition, Murgatroyd’s debut with von Goetz gallery at Draw Art Fair marks the first solo presentation of her work in London, at the age of 42. She recalls, however, the years that she has drawn and painted in almost complete isolation. She feels an affinity, therefore, with the incongruous solitary female vagabonds and hermits that populate her work, who function as a metaphor for the years in which she made art alone, without audience.

Bucolica, Hannah Murgatroyd’s solo presentation with von Goetz at Draw Art Fair London, 2019


‘For a long time,’ she says, ‘no-one was interested in figurative paintings, especially depictions of the face. The face is seen as a kind of despot,’ she observes, ‘people assume its meaning is fixed, as if you’re being told what to feel. People are unwilling to treat a face as ambiguous.’ She argues, however, that her figures remain aloof, inscrutable, because they are never drawn into direct eye contact with the viewer. Their gaze is set elsewhere, among landscapes and figures either within or beyond the picture frame. There is no suggestion of the voyeuristic male gaze here, no confrontation between viewer and viewed. Her figures are self-contained and otherworldly. They are lent an air of unselfconscious, even innocent, freedom appearing, in the manner in which Murgatroyd has long worked, to transcend the human need for external validation.

The Absurd
Despite the unselfconscious self-sufficiency of her figures’ gaze Murgatroyd's work is, paradoxically, streaked with theatricality and flamboyance. She recalls warmly Dylan Thomas’s florid evocations of landscape, similarly tinged with eroticism:
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs. (1)
She puts the lure of such sensual expression down to her Welsh ancestry, finding affinity with the ridiculous yet heart-felt sensibility associated with figures such as Tom Jones and Shirley Bassey. Take Sacred (2019). The dressed figure, whose mass of riotous curly hair and huge doleful eyes is set amongst less heavily worked areas suggestive of foliage. From these fronds giant drops of liquid erupt. The figure – combining an extravagant bosom standing comically to attention and a protruding adams apple – sticks out their tongue to catch a droplet. Another droplet catches on their upturned button nose, still another runs down their breast, determinedly making its way towards a prominent nipple. So many elements of this drawing, when articulated in words, have the potential to be construed as highly sexual: the open mouth, the outstretched tongue, the erect nipple, the liberal spray of fluids. But this is a tease. Murgatroyd undoes these sexual overtones by so heavily overdoing them as to make them ludicrous: absurd rather than provocative, the baby-faced figure naive and unselfconscious rather than seductive.




Hannah Murgatroyd, Sacred, 2019, Conte & ink on paper, 52x42cm


This is much more than straight pastiche however. It is easy to mistake Murgatroyd’s work as being guided by a spirit of caricature and innuendo familiar to Carry On films or Robert Crumb cartoons but in fact many of the bodies that Murgatroyd paints are much closer to her personal lived-experiences. The bodies she depicts are roughly based on her own hourglass and, in her words ‘cartoon- like’, figure which might be assumed to be exaggerated, synthetic, even absurd. In fact, Murgatroyd’s repeated depiction of large breasts is a provocation to us, the viewer. How ridiculous, her work appears to say, that because you see large, smooth, pert breasts you think erotica, because you see erect nipples you think sexual arousal. In fact, breasts, though a prominent feature of her work, are rarely truly sexualised. The female figure in Curiosity (2019), for example, is based on Saint Jerome who is often depicted bare-chested through art history. Her breasts, lit up by candlelight, form the painting’s focal point, yet they appear almost detached from her. Both of the two figures in the painting seem entirely oblivious to them in fact. It’s just us that either can’t help looking or prudishly avert our gaze altogether; these are some of Murgatroyd’s challenges to us: can you see beyond the breasts?



Hannah Murgatroyd, Curiosity, 2018, oil on canvas150x120cm

Even in a drawing like Hermit (2019) in which breasts are more deliberately exposed the gesture of the figure pulling up her jumper to just above her nipples, still strikes as something other than titillation. Hermit is alone in the landscape; eyes turned skyward she sits mermaid-like against a backdrop of hills or mountains, maybe at sunset. The revelation of her breasts appears self-gratifying, a liberation, a sensuous desire for the exposure of skin to the elements, nothing whatever to do with us, our gaze, or the gaze of an unspecified other.

Hannah Murgatroyd, Hermit2019, watercolour & pencil on paper, 30x21cm

The timeless human urges and desires that compel Murgatroyd’s characters are made known not just through their actions but by their physical rendition on paper and canvas. Murgatroyd’s exuberant and hyper-sensual painterly techniques create variations of moods through surfaces that swim before our eyes: heavily worked areas of smooth flesh combine with expanses of barely-touched canvas; forms emerge, sometimes from a scrawly rough handling, at others from an economy of judiciously placed hatching; colour palettes lurch from unrestrained saccharine pastels and muddy browns to more classical graphite and red crayon; and emotions fluctuate between rapt wonderment, nostalgia and bliss. As Murgatroyd leaps from one texture, tonal range, historical moment or fiction to the next, she enacts bold shifts in perspective; associations wheel, gestures transcend, and her appetite for visiting and revisiting her own circular narratives goes unsated. 

Lizzie Lloyd

All the images are from the install of Bucolica, Hannah Murgatroyd’s solo presentation with von Goetz at Draw Art Fair London, 2019
Draw Art Fair London is at The Saatchi Gallery, London SW3 4RY  - 17-19 May 2019