Maria Chevska
dal 22/3/2004 al 8/5/2004
Segnalato da
22/3/2004
Maria Chevska
Andrew Mummery Gallery, London
Can't Wait (Letters R.L.). Awaiting the visitor to her first solo show in London for almost three years are two significant developments in Maria Chevska's work. The first is the introduction of objects into the gallery space, objects that the viewer has to negotiate and which act as both an aid and a restriction to reading her paintings. And the second is that this exhibition is suffused with one voice only, rather than the conversation between literary figures that has been a feature of Chevska's distinctive use of short, fragmented texts.
Can't Wait (Letters R.L.)
Awaiting the visitor to her first solo show in London for almost three years
are two significant developments in Maria Chevska's work. The first is the
introduction of objects into the gallery space, objects that the viewer has
to negotiate and which act as both an aid and a restriction to reading her
paintings. And the second is that this exhibition is suffused with one voice
only, rather than the conversation between literary figures that has been a
feature of Chevska's distinctive use of short, fragmented texts.
The voice is Rosa Luxemburg's, Blutige Rosa - Bloody Rosa, the revolutionary
most often portrayed as socialist heroine and the victim of her assassins.
Having alighted on her subject, Chevska was drawn to a specific quality of
language in Luxemburg's speeches and letters, her gift for persuasion. As
before, Chevska's paintings tend to want to mix with other art forms,
jamming as it were through their physical bulk and predilection for an
activated setting, with the media associated with sound, weight, space,
architecture. Words are a gift to her for all these reasons, but when she
cited Kafka and Raymond Carver, as she did from the mid-1990s, she picked
out passages of everyday unremarkableness seemingly at odds with her
sources' reputations. That direction seemed right then to her sense of her
medium: neither text nor painting was "elevated", but the elemental nature
of each was complementary, in conversation.
In her new work, that dialogue is recentred on dual facets of one source:
the public exhortations of the Polish-born agitator as she roused Berlin
workers to mass action to drive the revolution forward, and the words
extracted from private letters to her fellow revolutionary, Leo Jogiches, a
lifelong friend and sometime lover. In both lurks Luxemburg's dynamic and
passionate personality, whether chastising her distant lover or urging the
comrades around her out of disillusion from a momentary setback; Act! Act!
one painting clamours. And the two overlap - how do we interpret Can't Wait
? - so when she writes that "My night's vision was merely a dream...", it
could equally apply to her feelings for Leo (to whom it was expressed) as to
her unrealised humanitarian theory of Marxism.
Chevska's paintings parallel the Luxemburg she perceived in her writing:
bolshy, impetuous, urgent, impassioned. Edges are left messy in RL's
eloquent utterances as refinement might blunt them. And it is the private
words that Chevska pours on to banner-like rectangles as the trumpet calls
of the street settle on white tablet that resemble pages. Luxemburg's career
culminated in the bloody political ferment that surrounded Germany's
surrender in 1918, and led to her murder by reactionary troops the following
January. That timespan typifies for Chevska the broader tumult that ran a
seismic wave through the arts, setting off an equally fierce critical
reaction. Tatlin and Duchamp were comparable revolutionaries, and Berlin
Dadaists were stripping away painting's aloofness and sticking canvases into
their performances or on the street to expose the medium's vulnerability.
The objects in the gallery act a little like such a Berlin street scene,
impeding and provoking the viewer into a different relationship with the
work on or, flâneur -like, against the wall. Kaolin-stiffened prosthetic
abstract forms have appeared in Chevska's British shows before, but not the
furniture. With their overtones of the studio (Chevska's setting) and (in
the Panton chair) domestic modernism, they provide the pivot on which that
moment around us turns. Like the Tatlin Tower-shaped spiral on a globe, the
setting of this show spins some presumptions about painting on their axis.
Martin Holman 2004
Private View: 23 March 6pm - 8pm
Gallery open: Wed-Sat, 12-6pm
Andrew Mummery Gallery
Studio 1.04 Tea Building
56 Shoreditch High Street
London E1 6JJ
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