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Jane Trengove, Plague,
detail, oil on board,
50 x 30 cm, 1991.
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In Rim
(Bellas Gallery, 1997) and Sight Gag (Sutton
Gallery, 1998) Jane Trengove surprisingly turns the
tables on the representational, albeit perverse, oil
painting style which has long been her trademark. Earlier
solo shows such as Form Follows Function (1989), Plague
(1991), Tender Buttons (1993) and Souvenir
(1995) were poisoned chalice affairs, with the artist,
Borgia-like, gladhanding and beguiling viewers with a
visual banquet of exquisitely painted, easy-on-the-eye objets
ordinaire, only to strike a death-dealing blow when
the lure was taken. From the aristocratic accessories of Form
Follows Function, to the rabbits of Plague and
the shipwreck mementos of Souvenir, darkness
lurked at the heart of these innocuous everyday artefacts
causing them to become baffling, uncanny and even
horrible. For some, the transformation was all the more
beguiling as a glimpse of slow death can be. In
Trengoves earlier works the painted subjects are
not really themselves. Still and implacable they
possessed an alternative existence within a narrative of
cultural misrecognition set in play by the artist.
Painted with close obsessive attention to detail carefully
wrought, even jewel-like they are
either deliberately displaced, dysfunctional or (almost) mort.
The artist's strategy is to privilege speciality visual
effects like sponging, scumbling, fine-brushing and
patinating in order to more completely imitate the
wooden, woolly, furry, horny skins and filaments of her
object/subjects (these are mimetic techniques paraded not
only in the Still Life and Trompe lOeil
genres of the 17th century but also to great effect in
portraits of the costumed exotic other demanded by
European markets in the late 19th Century). The effect is
the production of highly desirable objects, lending a
chillingly hysterical cast to their failure as subjects
within a milieu of cultural and economic
misappropriation.
The gorgeously soft and curly cowlick ornamenting the
lustrous (but skull-like) brow of the Sheep in Form
Follows Function cannot fail but blind the animal,
required in greater and greater numbers by an expanding
colonial (and constitutionally rural) outpost in an arid
and ecologically fragile land. Not to worry though, when
the imperial demand for wool dries up we've still got our
mutton, and the wealthy sheep-breeders can have their's
served up on the tip of an elegant carving Knife
with a handle made from the bereft foot of the self-same
animal who provided the carcass.
Another diabolical catalogue of severed selves is
elaborated within a context of fraudulent cultural memory
in Souvenir,
Trengove's own black armband take on Australian history.
The painted domestic relics, sourced from the shipwreck
museum at Port Campbell, belie a nostalgia, even though
the old-fashioned colours, loving detail and easy
handling of paint may elicit a desire for recognition
(and recuperation) of loss in the viewer. These little
remnants are a lamentable lot: pots of ointment for gout
and sore breasts, limbs of the bodies of drowned dolls, a
porcelain monkey fiddler, a stringless violin, and
mournful crow. Comic in their incapacity to recall
anything more than disappointment, superstition and
misfortune, they speak of another loss, wrought by a
colonising process which did not understand the land and
which endeavoured to obliterate those who did.
One could argue that the political project of these
earlier shows
the exposure of false economies is undermined
by the artistic intent of fraudulence; the deliberate
conceit of attracting and trapping the viewer through the
allure of the painterly method. But this would be to
misrecognise both the complex self-reflexivity of
Trengove's strategy as much as the regard, bordering on
reverence, she extends to her audience. Trengove
"thinks the work" before beginning production.
She envisages every possible and probable audience
transaction with a hard-nosed appreciation of popular
taste and the marketplace. She makes the paintings work
as hard as they possibly can, so that viewers can piece
together all the clues and get the (other) bigger
picture. Trengove's attitude toward the audience in these
earlier shows may be contrary, and always ironic, but it
is never contemptuous. More importantly it is a relation
that is manifestly politicised by the artist's self-aware
status as an outsider in a society that equates bodily
disability with disqualification. As Trengove has
remarked:
People misrecognise disability. All
they see is immobility or failure to function
properly. They fail to understand that disabled
people are privileged in different ways. They become
high achievers. Because of my disability
I have become, in a sense, a trained observer. Which
has given me an interest in the way cultural meanings
operate at different levels, and how representation
can be used to interrogate these meanings.
One may read Trengove's project tangentially, as a
critical intervention where the societal projection of
disability onto the lived experience of other-inhabited
bodies (including her own) is destabilised by the
picturing of a social body which operates along mistaken
lines of identity, category and use value. Within these
same terms, one may also read her project as engaged with
transformative desire, and her intent is revelatory as
much as it is antagonistic. She invites us to look hard;
beyond the easy specular appearance of things to the way
they manifest inappropriate public meanings. She asks us
to consider how vision can serve to bolster what we
already think we know and allows us to live as extremely
as she does, to see in a dis/engaged manner.
You can never underestimate just how seriously
Trengove takes her audience, serious enough to wonder at
the artist/audience dialectic in Rim and Sight
Gag. Those familiar with Trengoves
signature-style may feel distinctly at odds with the
non-image that confronts them on entering the gallery.
The myriorama of tiny painted canvases appears as a thin
brownish line doodling its way along the wall. On closer
inspection, the horizontal band of murky brown is painted
in an agitated manner, reminiscent of the recklessly
infantile, with indecipherable streaks, swirls and
smudges.
The strip is placed at eyelevel. Scanning the gallery
space, the floating band assumes the proportions of an
horizon (water below and sky above) and specific
characteristics emerge
lagoons, beaches, rocky knolls, gently rounded hills,
palm trees stretching to the sea, perhaps as seen from a
fast moving cruiser somewhere in the Pacific. We imagine
that we know this invented landscape even if it has never
been visited, for it has been played through so many
cultural scenarios and inherited memories: Gauguin's
native reveries, McHale's Navy, The Blue Lagoon, Lord of
the Flies, Ocean Girl, Bikini Atoll, Bali-Hai, Club Med,
Maralinga. But these miniature vistas, no bigger than a
thumbnail, oscillating between painted mark and discrete
feature. They disallow the commodification of the
landscape and do not allow the viewer the advantage of
encultured otherness. The slick delicate strokes of Rim
may reference Joseph Bank's gentlemanly topographic
renderings from the deck of The Endeavour, and in their
rapid detachment they may match, measure for measure, his
willingness to scan, realise, and construct a reality
hitherto unseen and unknown, or at least uncharted. Yet
they do not betray any anticipation of possession or
infiltration. They are not records or descriptions of an
incipient domain or empty 'alienable' foreignness. In the
end, the landscape exists purely as painted time and
space, almost as if the artist has slipped us into an
alternative historiography, a regional state of mind. Not
so much maps for knowing and possessing, but
cartographies for locating oneself within the landscape
where one resides, for however many moments, on the
Pacific Rim.
In Sight Gag, on the other hand,
Trengove gives very little away to the audience. Stepping
into Sutton Gallery was like entering a hall of mirrors.
Like Rim, Sight Gag is conceived as a
circumfluent installation. Clusters of white-framed
squares of white-opaqued glass encompass the gallery.
They are heraldic, sublimely democratic presences, each
bearing what appears to be a pair of scratched-out eyes.
There are spheres, pips, crosses, circles and brows,
arraigned in couplets, and scratched/stroked with the
easy fluency of a cartoonist. The glas avec yeux
hover strangely between malevolence and ingenuousness,
each genuinely idiosyncratic circumspect,
lazy, loopy, cute, forlorn, insolent. The viewer is left
in a quasi-metaphysical bind: Do I view or am I viewed?
The urge to resolve the quandary is played out for the
benefit of the paintings. Initially, one attempts to read
them in purely formal terms; to objectify the shapes and
their serial modality within a minimalist pop aesthetic.
However, the glaring duality persists, and the harder you
attempt to abstract these works the more they exist as
dematerialised presences. When one can no longer resist
the temptation to eyeball these cartoony orbs or, go a
step further, and peer into the peepholes, any last
remaining residue of the things-as-objects must be
obliterated, and your status as viewer cancelled.
Looking for the clue to read these uncanny presences,
Trengove uncharacteristically provides us with nothing.
The traditional painting device of the window-as-opening
is appropriated only to be doubly undermined as window on
the world because you cant see out and as
surrealistic voyeuristic (shop) window because you
cant see in. There is nothing behind, nothing
inside and nothing to hide; just irretrievably empty
shapes masquerading as eyes, bringing us spookily back to
ourselves. Sightless when you look straight at them, and
as soon as you avert your gaze, they are running over
you, sussing you out, saluting you.
Issues of audience reception are to the forefront of
another recent Trengove show, this time in her capacity
as concept deviser, curator and participant of Body
Suits (Arts Access National Touring Exhibition,
1997-1998). Body Suits was conceived along the
lines of an inclusive thematic project with contributing
artists "chosen for their involvement with the
notion of the body as a site for
exploration", and invited to investigate
"preconceptions of the normal body in
our culture". The thematic component of the
exhibition was indicative of Trengoves drive to
pre-empt the devaluation of art exhibited by socially
marginalised groups.
Trengoves own contribution to Body Suits Self
Portrait in Bright Blue was a
reworking of an earlier work Self Portrait in Bright
Wool (In Advance of a Broken Arm), 1994. The original
self portrait was laconic in style, colliding Dada
readymade technologies, folk art, and kitsch style. A
cast of the artist's caliper was hand-bound in brightly
coloured wool and mounted on painted board studded with
gaudy wool pom-poms. The piece paid wry tribute to the
persistent reality of brittle bones, accidental falls and
lost time. It functioned as both invitation and refusal,
courting complicity in the feminisation and (suspect)
eroticisation of the object, but only at the expense of
the absent, fragile (de-eroticised) subject.
The Body Suits version was a more severe
affair; the bobbles have disappeared and the caliper is
now wrapped in blue mohair wool. This new covering
rephrases the object as a fetish of a different calibre more cult or
votive with mystical powers, than ornamental accessory.
As well, the 2D panel accompanying the earlier version an abstract
pastel-coloured distortion of the golden
section (a dig at the reification of the ideal
(body) underlying both Renaissance and modernist
principles) is
replaced by a bonus bonafide self-portrait of
the artist as a little girl. It is an old black and white
photograph (coloured the same bright blue as the wool) of
young Jane, c. 1954, aged 18 months, recently disabled by
polio, and incarcerated in a home-made wooden
"spine-straightener". Strapped at the
shoulders, waist and hips, cuffed at the feet, skull held
in a perpetual state of straight-aheadedness by a brace,
her gaze is directed sideways at the camera lens. Here,
Trengove (deliberately and not a little tongue-in-cheek)
betrays her status as the visibly observed and
(invisible) observer, repositioning her outsider status
to the dread and mutely hysterical point of iconic
martyrdom. The artless contraptions for correction of
polio victims in the 1950s and the (mundane) disabled
body become woven into art historical and popular culture
narratives of other transgressive and transgressed
bodies. These are played and replayed with horrible
delight upon countless other stages of submission,
humiliation, and languishment the torture
chamber, the den of inquisition, the gallows, the S&M
dungeon, the stake in the desert/jungle and, of course,
The Cross. There is a melancholy shock in this work, but
Trengoves irony does not allow it to slip into an
economy of sentimentalised effect. It performs as a
defiant re-presentation of self as the site(sight) of
self-production rather than banal specularisation.
Trengove's penchant for seeking out and serving up art
with a critical twist, for looking for clues to another
artists intent while assiduously planting her own
with the ingenuity of a serial killer is given another
turn of the screw in Rim, and Sight Gag.
Both exhibitions trade on ambiguity and ambivalence. In
Trengove's work things are never as they seem, but in her
two latest shows it is not the meaning of the represented
image that is at stake but the means of representation
itself. Sight, up until now the privileged sense, is made
slippery and unreliable. As the grammar of representation
recedes, the process of representation is privileged. In
the delicately manipulated smudges, streaks and upheavals
of Rim, Trengove fashions a paint-scape which one
imagines to recognise as it rises from the primeval
sludge of her Whatmans Brown Ochre No. 2. In
Sight Gag, the viewer is set further adrift as
Trengove orchestrates an ensemble of strangely
disembodied images which serve to disable the mastery of
the viewing subject in the field of representation.
Masquerading as minimalist abstraction, they compel the
viewers participation in an inexplicable and
escalating interplay of glances and counter glances,
locking them into a drama of confrontation and
non-confrontation, implicating them in the traumatic
codes of visual culture. Both these shows lead
double lives, crossing the line between pure materiality
and representation, between realness and imagined
reality.
Kate Reeves
1999
© the artist
Courtesy of the Sutton
& Bellas Galleries &
the artist.
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