Cape Town — The value of art lies in its reminding us that perception can be reconstructed, revised and perhaps understood or simply appreciated as esoteric.
One way in which such an evaluation can take place is by highlighting the permeable boundary between dreams and what is referred to as reality. Could it be that reality is a mass delusion?
Such speculations arrive at satisfactory visual analogues in the form of the artworks on show, each artist developing his/her own language in what can be conceived as an interrogation of the liminal space between the real and the imagined and, ultimately, between life and death.
The history of art is littered in the world. In Europe, from at least the Middle Ages, art was concerned with the communication of a certain textual narrative. Such imaginative constructions, believed to correspond with reality as such, later gave way to what has been described as secular tendencies from at least the Renaissance onwards.
The plethora of what has been described as Modernist movements, perhaps beginning with Impressionism, determined a whole variety of innovations: painting outdoors; capturing of ephemeral nature rather than older historical narratives; the concomitant stylistic changes such as heightened colour, distortion and an expressive, individualistic tendency.
In other words, in the new lingo of post-structural thought, relativity and complexity is the order of the day. This is becoming particularly significant in South Africa, where such lingo necessarily leads to a new discourse or art “history”, one that is more inclusive of the repressed “other” as opposed to the privileging of Europe (and later America) as the barometer and measure of art, in theory and practice.
Of course, what is most interesting is not the politics and the hankering after national boundaries, but the universality of art itself that some have speculated began 30 000 years ago.
Such reflections were stirred by the artists on show, namely Ben Coutouvidis, Alet Swarts, Kathy Robins, Jaco Sieberhagen, Mark Rautenbach, Amelia Malatjie and Rosemary Joynt.
The methods of Rautenbach continue to mystify both formally and in terms of its possible meaning. The colours and subtleties in their combinations, the spatial play and the inability to place it as dreamscape or real is difficult to discern. In fact, there seems to be no verbal analogue for the intensity of silvers, the possible references to what I perceived as a spinal cord and a general sense of the visionary, that which is neither reality nor dream.
Sieberhagen’s strange sculptures are intoxicating. Cartoon silhouettes in steel in a sort of rhythmic slave “dance” with death in the form of silhouetted skeletons.
It’s macabre and transcendent at the same time. I say the latter, insofar as one may interpret his Pinocchio “image” as referring to the idea that we, too, are creatures of sorts, in which case are we alive and what is real?
The Beatles in fact sang in Strawberry Fields Forever that “nothing is real” and just in case that should lead to depression, continued with the rejoinder that that was nothing that one should worry about. Yet I would argue further that indeed there is something real and that is what makes life sacred.
And that calming voice is seen in the work of, in particular, Rosemary Joynt and Kathy Robins. In both such works, one might find a feeling of comfort, even light, although one cannot pin the images to any context or reference point - it is not “realism” or “naturalism” as such, which as I hope to have argued in the foregoing are particularly poor descriptive terms.
Dream Rift, a group show, will be showcased at Eclectica Design & Art, 179 Buitengracht St, Gardens until November.