Clare Henry finds erotic connections in current shows.
VERY different sides of the same coin feature in two Glasgow
exhibitions: Valentine at Roger Billcliffe Fine Art, and Bad Girls at
the CCA. Yet so extreme is their individual stance, that sadly, I bet
few folk visit both. They should. Sex, love, desire, romance -- dress it
up how you will -- it still makes the world go round.
Helen Chadwick's Loop My Loop at CCA and Tom Wilson's First Love in
Valentine are in some ways identical: a love-knot composition spiced
with forbidden fruit. Wilson's intricate, precise, coloured drawings
combine the traditional serpent from the Garden of Eden with Eve's apple
and a fig leaf. Chadwick's post-feminist cibachrome incorporates
luxurious locks of golden blonde hair gently twined around a
pink-skinned sausage of pig's intestine to form a lavish love braid of
multiple contradictions. Both contain symbols of lust but while
tradition accustomed us to the snake, Chadwick's lewd, sensual embrace
may shock.
Valentine is, as you'd expect, a celebratory show: colourful, lush
with hearts and flowers, if some a bit cursory -- introduced at the last
minute, I guess. Just how many paintings happen to feature heart-shaped
cake tins, rings, croutons? Croutons? Oh, well, any excuse! The best
pictures here are those which stick to their own path. Brenda Lenaghan
and Sylvia von Hartmann are perpetually love-lorn, so their doves,
lovers, and Cupids ring true.
I enjoyed Helen Wilson's new work, first shown at the London Art Fair
in January, where it made a considerable impact. She is always a fine
draughtsman and good portraitist and her Cadbury's Roses head with its
halo of silver flowers augurs well for her big show in April. Kathryn
Kynoch always wows me with her portraits (Woman with Flower is a strong
unsentimental symphony in red). Donald Manson looks more and more like
Donaldson but without the wit, while Emilio Coia continues to hit the
nail on the head, this time with Other People's Valentines, a group of
clever caricatures of local heroes such as Billy Connolly. There's more
sweet and sour irony in David Evans's phallic pear and James McDonald's
Note plus lipstick kisses. I'm glad to see new work from Marion
McIntosh, Jila Peacock, and Rosemary Beaton while Duncan Shanks's Garden
Path is as attractive an oil as I have seen from him in a long time.
Billcliffe has recently diversified into the applied arts, so takes
the opportunity to show lots of lovely jewellery: delightful seed pearl
brooches by Jack Cunningham, stylishly minimal pewter brooches from Lynn
Park, and, my favourite, distinctive oxydised silver and brass pieces
liberally scattered with tiny hearts by Nicola Becci. Prices start at
#30. She is one third of an enterprising group called Ethos, set up by
1992 Glasgow graduates Becci, Maria Macdonald, and Fiona Gunn.
McDonald's Note would make a good mate for Basia Palka's love poem My
Pink Lipstick, one of several commissioned by the Nancy Smillie Gallery
for Be My Valentine. The show also includes rose-garlanded figures,
nicely nude and life-size, by Maretta Macleod. Great to see old friends
like Ambrozevich and Robertson both with happy-go-lucky images (the
Moulin Rouge hens are a hoot) but also good to find new folk from Des
Gorman's Paisley evening class, such as Sue Gerber with a fine portrait
and Graham Reekie's excellent Freud-like reclining figure.
I also noted Dorrian's life drawings, Tim Stead's beautiful coffee
tables, and Todd Garner's clay hearts. Garner also exhibits solo at
Glasgow's Collins Gallery.
Most poignant of all the above is a tiny chalk drawing by Andrew
Squire in Valentine. It's titled The Great Divide -- and says it all. A
boy and girl are nervously poised on a seat, so near and yet so far;
desperate to communicate; too frightened to speak in case of rebuff.
Each clutches a briefcase for dear life. Male/female interaction is
never easy. How often does fear hold us back? Never -- or so it would
seem -- for the six Bad Girls out to sully romance with sexual politics.
According to the dreadful catalogue they are ''sly, in-your-face,
provocative, shocking, sexy; determinedly confrontational; hard-hitting,
rapacious, ferocious, unabashed in their treatment of taboo subjects.
Chicks with Dicks? Amazons Castrating Captured Pirates. If the titles
are anything to go by, these women are worse than you feared.
But Bad Girls is, in fact, a misleading and pretty poor name for an
interesting, if uneven, show which is, however, less revolutionary than
the promoters would have us believe. Bad Girls implies all that's worst
about the rebellious adolescent syndrome. Surely the 1990s is beyond all
that. Predictably the three American artists are more strident and less
talented, with Sue Williams indulging in puerile graffiti; Nan Goldin
wallowing in gay sentiment, and Nicole Eisenman's raw lesbians resorting
to male copycat lascivious delight in coarse cartoon violence.
Brits Helen Chadwick, Dorothy Cross, and Rachel Evans win hands down
because their message is subvertive, ambiguous, and above all, clever.
Chadwick, one of our top artists, is a familiar figure. This time lambs'
tongues, fur pelts, and intestines make her distinctive, erotic,
visceral, tactile creations. Sounds vile, I know -- but her beautiful
sculptures defy description. See for yourself. Equally powerful
sculptures come from Irish artist Cross who works a la Chadwick. Using
cowhide and udders, their teats phallic nipples, she creates
frightening, memorable pieces like Bust and Dish Cover, reminiscent of
surreal perversity.
At first glance Evans's delicate, stylistically traditional pencil
drawings are straightforward. yet she, too, parodies romantic cliches
and fantasies, imaging herself as one half of an unlikely canoodling
couple: Jesus and I in the Garden of Gethsemane; Robinson and I at the
Beach.
Tomorrow at 2pm at Edinburgh's Fruitmarket, bad boy chauvinist
(Two-Girls-for-Every-Boy) Ross Sinclair will perform live in response to
his controversial installation. I hope all Bad Girls will be there to
take him to task for his Six-Pack Pussy T-shirts!
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