21 June – 8 July 2017
Opening Night | Thursday 22 June, 6pm–8pm
A Night at the Nicholas |Thursday 22 June, 5pm–9pm
Kimberley Pace + Jess Tan
Double Helix is an exhibition by Kimberley Pace (WA) and Jess Tan (WA/VIC) explored through an exchange of materials and making. Through the manifestation of objects and site-specific installation, these works provoke uncertainty and the uncomfortable through the presentation of material investigations as an inquiry into the unstable parameters of corporeality and embodied space.
Julia Kristeva’s notion on the abject establishes that we first understand the world through materiality. Our symbolic relationships with our bodies and our relationships with the space around us are determined first by how things feel, look and smell. Materials tell us how to think and how to feel. We develop relationships bound to how things appeal to us, repel us or occupy a space between.
Kimberley Pace and Jess Tan explore these relationships through an exchange of ideas resulting in the negotiation of process-based outcomes that deconstruct and reconstruct (ongoing) material conversations. These outcomes explore the relationships between the natural and artificial, the alluring and uncomfortable, the proximity of materials to the body and the space these things exist within. Double Helix is an ambiguous space which questions perceived meanings associated with collaboration, material response and the body.
On bodies: of water, work, and mine. (and on casting things off)
In the right light I can see every grain of dust and every smear of oil on the surface of my laptop. I forget to clean it before I take it to meetings and it shines with the goo and scale of my body, flecked like glitter over liquid crystal and brushed aluminium. I hear that if I rub aluminium into my armpits in particle form its toxicity will destroy my memory. I choose to believe in a stick of crystal instead. I apologise for my dirty laptop because I’m one of those people who is sorry all the time, even when someone walks straight into me. My apologies make the dirt shine brighter.
On my screen now is a collection of hairs in violation of length and thickness protocols for feminine hair that I’ve removed from my chin. I’ve recently noticed myself plucking them with fingernails used like tweezers and placing them afterwards on bright screens for the satisfaction of seeing their shape. I often notice this mid-way through doing it or worse, afterwards, the action absent from consciousness but evidenced in tiny backlit curls.
Through these hairs I look at photos Jess in Melbourne has dropboxed me, in Perth, of WIP for double helix. Pics from Kimberley come to me like this too, from Jess, even though Kimberley is also in Perth, triangulated over three thousand ks through future space junk. collab1.jpg shows a peachy corona of tentacles fuzzed out beneath a shiny shroud that reveals itself in jt1.jpg to be metallic organza. In this wider view the fabric covers other objects, with more placed on top. A vessel woven from acrylic hair, a matcha green wad. It looks like a crime scene.
From the photos I often can’t tell whose works is whose, although I have suspicions. It seems right not to ask. At the core of double helix is a feedback loop of influence and porosity and call and response. The brief Jess and Kimberley respond to blends their individual ideas on materiality into one big pulp. Some works will be started by one artist and finished by another, some will be responses to the others’ WIP. Some will reject entanglement entirely and make a break for autonomy, only to slump back into the inevitability of dialogue once placed in space.
In a different browser tab it is being insinuated that Damien Hirst’s recent sculptures are too similar to Jason deCaires Taylor’s for it to be simple coincidence. Both are exhibiting at the same Venice Biennale, and both are presenting recognizably human figures encrusted with barnacles and other sea life. deCaires’ are human sized and Hirst’s are monumental, but the effect is the same[i]. Perhaps what they should both be accused of though, rather than plagiarism, is an overinvestment in the symbolic order. Only representation could keep its shape so long in the sea: a beautiful bronze face wearing a coral mask is sleight of hand, a celebration of immortality disguised as a lamentation for vulnerability[ii] After a while my bones might carry crustaceans too, but the wet sack of my body would first cast them loose, and what statuary would commemorate that dissolution?
Wetness is an abject feel. If wetness has substance, something between solid or liquid, it’s even better. Julia Kristeva had different different semiotic registers for abject bodily wetness - tears and sperm are ‘non-pollutants’ while menstrual blood and shit signal danger to the identity from within and without– but what really did her in was the skin forming on old milk[i]. Jess wants to put a jelly in her hair baskets made of vegan gelatin and glycerine. It’s soap: a cleansing wetness in a tender petrochemical weave. Vodka stops the mould. On Instagram Kimberley is sewing big round sequins, crab-orange with a green sheen, onto soft finger-like wads that protrude from a mottled fabric bunch, stitched by Jess. I think of mermaids, and of rubbing cream into my mum’s psoriasis.
Things without touchy feels can be abject too: images, the thought of certain crimes. Data can be abject. Lately I’ve become paranoid about accidently posting a Story from the toilet. The thought of flushing uncurated content into the public drain brings a cold pang of fear, but maybe I would secretly love it. Freedom from self-styling, finally. The smartphone is apparently the dirtiest object in the world, dirtier than my laptop, dirtier even than money. I guess we don’t look often look at money while we shit.
I think about emailing Jess this text and that too makes me shiver. There’s too much of ‘me’ in it. Maybe a truly abject exhibition text would something properly ‘cast off’ from the self, unrecognisable as belonging to any one person. A soupy mass of malicious syllables that must be passed through before entering a recognisable symbolic order. It’s late, I have overnight and two hour’s difference in the morning as a buffer for the fear. Who can “display the abject without confusing himself for it?”[i] Not me, I guess, I’m only human.
Gemma Weston, 2017.
[i] Kristeva, J. 1982. Powers of horror: An essay on abjection (L.S Roudiez, Trans.). New York: Columbia University Press: http://users.clas.ufl.edu/burt/touchyfeelingsmaliciousobjects/Kristevapowersofhorrorabjection.pdf
[i] Davis, B. 2017, An ‘Unbelievable’ Coincidence? Damien Hirst’s Venice Show Looks Almost Exactly Like the Grenada Pavilion, artnet May 16th 2017. https://news.artnet.com/art-world/damien-hirsts-unbelievable-coincidence-with-the-granada-pavilion-962066
[ii] See Shakespeare, from The Tempest: Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change, Into something rich and strange.
Images | Jessica Tan, Ongoing with a Flat Tyre, 2015-2017. Various copper wires | Self Portraits (1) (detail), 2017. Cast Agar-agar | Resting on a bed of peeling skin, 2017. Acrylic, latex, ear plugs and chiffon | How Works?, 2017, Banana skin, latex, acrylic, water and glue | Dimensions variable. Images courtesy of the artist.
Jess Tan (WA/VIC) is interested in the way which energy feeds back and forth between the maker and material, and how bodily presence can be imbued upon an object through acts of time and labour. The broader extent of Jess’ practice uses sculptures and paintings configured from novelty craft materials, found objects and organic matter to examine possible connectivities across identity, memory, lived and daydreamed spaces, intuition and how we might understand our sense of place
Kimberley Pace (b. 1984) lives and works in Perth, Western Australia. Her practice investigates the fluidness of the corporeal body through a multidisciplinary approach involving garment, object, performance and sound. Finding that the body is unfixed, permeable and penetrable, she asks, how do the un-definable margins of the body simultaneously entice and repel us? In 2015 she completed a Masters of Arts by Research, at Edith Cowan University, WA and her most recent exhibitions include; it really really could happen at Taipei Artist Village in Taipei, 2016, Ooze at Paper Mountain Gallery in 2016, Peel, Fondle, Ogle at Spectrum Project Space in 2015.