Tim Shaw 'What Remains' At The Exchange
Tim Shaw 'What Remains' is on show at The Exchange, Princess Street, Penzance, Cornwall, TR18 2NL from 10 Feb — 12 May 2018
What Remains is a partnership with Anima-Mundi to present Tim Shaw’s work across two sites during 2017/18. Something is Not Quite Right at Anima-Mundi took place from 13 October until 9th December 2017.
The exhibition brings together a number of works by Tim Shaw, the acclaimed sculptor and Royal Academician held at The Exchange in association with Anima-Mundi.
Drawn from personal experience, Shaw’s exhibition features two installations that address head-on the global presence and effect of terrorism and the pervasive sense of hidden powers having control over our lives.
Mother, The Air Is Blue, The Air Is Dangerous is an immersive experience using video and sound. It is a deeply personal work which offers a visceral insight into Shaw’s experience as a child in Belfast when he and his mother were caught in an IRA bombing.
Soul Snatcher Possession is a sculptural installation which portrays an ambiguous meeting of figures, the air taut with menace
Click below to view 'Something is Not Quite Right' online and scroll down for the full exhibition essay to both exhibitions by Dr Richard Davey
INTRODUCTION :
Driving along a street or country road, we might sometimes come across a pile of discarded clothes lying strewn across the verge. They feel out of place; their torn, stained presence a blot on the landscape. Looking at them our minds invent stories and imagine scenarios; we think about those who have left them there. Do they hint at something sinister, or are they the unwanted detritus of those who simply don’t care?
We might hope for a world without hate, horror or evil, but the reality is unfortunately different. Wherever we look we are confronted by images that can shock or terrify. The brutal truth comes into our living rooms on a daily basis, showing us men kneeling, waiting in terror for the blade to start cutting, or suicide bombers blowing themselves up. Although we know we can look away, many of us don’t. We are drawn to the flame of fear, not wanting to watch yet unable to stop. Ultimately, however, these are only pixelated representations without three dimensional substance. They shock with their unrelenting detail, but they can’t inhabit our space or invade our safety zone.
Tim Shaw, on the other hand, is an artist who physically confronts us with vivid representations of these things. They may not have the realism of a photograph, but they inhabit our space and in doing so they cause our bodies to tingle and recoil at their physical proximity and unsettling appearance, filling us with that involuntary frisson of neurological energy that is produced in moments of terror and uncertainty.
As a seven year old boy, Shaw had experienced such a moment of terror. Sitting at a café with his mother, he remembers being caught up in one of the twenty bomb blasts that rocked Belfast for eighty minutes on Bloody Friday, 1972. Decades later, Shaw referenced these boyhood memories in his immersive installation Mother, The Air Is Blue, The Air Is Dangerous. The wail of sirens rings out from loudspeakers. The floor is covered in overturned tables, chairs, old clothes and shoes. On the walls we can see the shadowy forms of slowly running people, whilst dinner trays spin through air filled with a blue haze. But like memories that become distilled and crystallised over time, this is no longer a specific representation of the centre of Belfast on a July afternoon but something more universal: it is an invitation to journey into the heart of terror, when the world slows down, everything becomes more intense, and we stand momentarily rooted to the spot.
An emphasis on exaggeration, elimination and distortion is a defining characteristic of Shaw’s figures, whose grinning mask-like faces, with bulging eyes and proboscis noses, reflect his interest in medieval art, the paintings of Pieter Brueghel, Francisco Goya, and Otto Dix and the dramatic, emotionally intense sculptures of Auguste Rodin. They appear unreal, and yet they have a familiarity that stops them being mere caricatures, for as much as they push the boundaries of the human form they still conform to basic principles of classical modelling and proportion. And this is what makes them so disturbing: they are human enough to evoke empathy, but inhuman enough to disquiet and terrify.
Shaw’s use of old clothes, shoes and bedding, with its obvious reference to roadside detritus, contributes to this underlying sense of unease. When seen from a car window abandoned bundles of fabric are merely anonymous flashes of colour. When reanimated into breath-less life by Shaw, they are once again items of clothing. As his figures loom over us in a sinister claustrophobia of complicity, they force us to stare at pillows and items of clothing that feel stained with the presence of their previous owners. Their stocking flesh turns us into involuntary voyeurs, staring at fabric that was once in such intimate contact with another person’s body. Although their subject matter may be universal, their fabrication brings them back to the particular and personal.
One of the most unsettling of these life-size fabric figures is the tarred and feathered woman in Alternative Authority. Shaw made her after reading several newspaper articles describing the employment of this archaic punishment during the Troubles in Northern Ireland. He was not only intrigued by its continued use, but also by what it was that made it such a powerful and disturbing form of retribution and punishment. As we look at her slouched, bound and pathetic figure, covered in viscous black tar and a cloud of white feathers, we see a chimera. She is no longer human, but a human-bird hybrid. And as we stand in the place of the jeering crowd, Shaw invites us to consider the ritualised act of exclusion that has set her apart from society and normality and made her an ostracised, outlawed figure.
There is a sense of ambiguity to this figure though, which is also present in Soul Snatcher Possession. Here is an ominous situation bristling with a sense of imminent threat that most would avoid. A hooded figure stands hemmed in and encircled by three figures, whose intimidating proximity and aggressive body language suggests something sinister about to take place. Observing the dynamics of power and powerlessness, weakness and strength within the group we instinctively make judgements that decide who is the victim and who are the perpetrators. But this assumption is all in our mind. There is nothing in either Alternative Authority or Soul Snatcher Possession to say that the ‘victim’ may not once have been the perpetrator’, and the ‘perpetrators’ the victims.
This ambiguity is also seen in the work’s side drama, where we see a woman leaning against a wall, her hand resting near her knickers, her head looking away, pinned to the wall by a streak of stocking that distorts her face so that it is impossible to tell whether her expression is one of horror or ecstatic pleasure. A man looks on, a sinister voyeur. Is he paying her, compelling her, or controlling her by some hidden threat? On the floor is a syringe. Has he drugged her or is she an addict? Again, Shaw remains neutral, leaving it to the viewer’s imagination to decide.
Complicity is central to Shaw’s works. It forms the subject of Defending integrity from the powers that be, where the two precariously balanced figures, rocking on their vicious metal blades, their mouths filled with the wads of cash that silence them represent, for Shaw, those victims of injustice who are unable to speak out because of their acts of unwitting collusion and collaboration. It also underpins the way Shaw engages the viewer. He doesn’t want the viewer to be an onlooker observing the act, but a participant asked to make judgements.
The response of the viewer is central to Shaw’s work. He wants us be aware of our hesitation at their eerie, unsettling forms; he wants us to be repulsed at their jumble sale manufacture and broken, shattered elements. By doing so he forces us to realise that evil, and the perception of evil, is not just something to be found outside of ourselves, but can be in our naming of the act as well. We find ourselves making assumptions when we look at his figures. We impose an aura of malevolence and disquiet without concrete evidence, reacting in fear and loathing before we are told to do so. We see the voyeur and the drug addict and not the person and their story; the abandoned clothes and not the person who owned them. This is what Shaw explores in his art. He doesn’t just show us the darkest corners of human behaviour, but our own, often prejudiced responses. He does so by neither condemning nor sympathising, but always leaving us to draw our own conclusions just as we have to in real life.
These underlying themes of complicity and moral ambiguity are not just carried by the subject matter or viewer’s response, however, they are in the work’s construction as well. Whilst their appearance is often repulsive and unattractive, in order to make them Shaw has had to hold them and manipulate them. He has had to choose and work with materials that have been thrown away. He has had to massage and caress distorted forms until they appear ‘right’. The existence of these untouchable forms is therefore the product of touch, these undesirable things have come about through deliberate choice and selection. They are disturbing and threatening because they are falling apart, their stuffing oozing out of their seams and joins, their metal feet jagged and sharp, shoes ripped and broken, eyes bulging. They are made from the products of decay and death, yet from this dissolution comes something new.
Shaw gives us hope without ever showing us hope. He takes abandoned clothes and remakes them. He shows us that what appears objective is in reality subjective. He turns the viewer into the subject and makes his sculptures the observer. He highlights the ambiguous nature of the world, making us realise that a victim might be the perpetrator and the perpetrator might be the victim. At one point in the monologue given by his animatronic sculpture, Breakdown Clown, the grotesque figure faces the viewer and says: ‘We are no different. All just wires, soft flesh hung onto hard form. Impulses running down those stringy bits. And when the life force leaves the form, and the water evaporates, we are dust. You and me……...’.
In fairytales the world is polarised between dark and light, good and evil. Shaw, however, refuses to be that simplistic. Instead, he exposes the rich palette of grey that exists in the real world. He reminds us, that for every act of evil, horror, and terror we have witnessed, there is an also an act that exists because we have named it or participated in it, through our own preconceptions, judgements, biased attitudes, or silent complicity. Here is the key to Shaw’s work; the underlying conviction that makes it so compelling and real: the realisation that underneath our apparent differences we are all the same.
Dr. Richard Davey
(Richard Davey is an internationally published author, curator and member of the International ‘Association of Art Critics’. He is a judge of the John Moores Painting Prize 2016 and recently wrote the major exhibition publication for Anselm Kiefer’s solo exhbiition at the Royal Academy of Arts, in 2014 alongside the 2015 and 20 16 ‘RA Summer Exhibition’ catalogues.