It
was the express intention of the curators, Coates & Scarry, to ‘create a
stir’ and to prompt discussion about what is and isn’t natural. I’m always wary of exhibitions that set
out to manipulate so visceral an emotion, as often what disturbs us at the deepest
level is peculiar to us. I remember taking my elder daughter to see an
exhibition of art by William Blake in what was then the Tate Gallery in
2000. She was 12 years old and had such
bad dreams that night that she woke up screaming and was sick. Clearly the visionary artist and poet had made
an unexpectedly profound impression!
Upon
climbing the stairs to the exhibition, we were confronted by two installations
by Kate MccGwire. The sculpture,
Wrest, was indeed challenging, consisting of a thick serpentine knot covered in
meticulously layered feathers which were at once creepy and familiar, as anyone
familiar with the Georgian feather frieze at the National Trust's A La Ronde would attest. Similarly, ‘Stigma II’, consisting of two
feathered holes in a sheer dark surface, was the stuff of nightmares. I was also very impressed by Angela Lizon’s ‘Come
Fly with Me’, in which a beautifully depicted newborn baby is flown in a sling
by a very sinister-looking Marabou stork – the ‘Undertaker Bird’. Never mind the Masai Mara, this bird looked to
be heading straight for Baba Yaga’s hut deep in the forest.
These,
along with Natalie Shau’s memento mori, ‘Vanity’, were the high points. Elsewhere, Patrick Haines’ sculpture ‘Hermetic
Bird’ and Rose Sanderson’s ‘Starling’ were covetable but hardly alarming, and the
rest of the exhibits were at best insufficiently innovative to provoke much of
a reaction and at worst banal. ‘Deep and
meaningless,’ Dru's daughter, Katie, had pronounced and I’m afraid
I have to agree.
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