Formation: an exhibition of paintings and supporting material by
Dee Donaldson
Grace Kotze
Anet Norval
Janet Solomon
Opening Speech by Bronwen Vaughan-Evans
Painting has been accused of being dead, “a ‘tainted’ arena sullied by patriarchal practice”, outmoded and unable to render the complexities of contemporary experience (Mackenny 2006:4). But, in our attempts to be truly contemporary / conceptual, I feel that we might have forgotten to be human, to respond first with intuition. So large is the contemporary chip on our shoulder that we choose rather to read the title, the statement, the text before we know how to respond to what is in front of us. I am not sure if I speak only for myself here but when asked about my practice I find myself whispering the word painter, as if it were taboo. And I heave a sigh of relief when the Saatchis launch an exhibition entitled “The TRIUMPH of Painting”.
Past and current debates around the life and death of painting aside, for me, the undeniable fact remains that I am in love with painting. The tactile experience of it, the intimate struggles with self and surface and the silent exhalation when standing in front of a body of work like Dee Donaldson’s and knowing what she means. I feel, for a moment, a connection with another human being.
What is so lovely about this show is the intent to foreground the process of painting. This, after all, is what we love about painting - the pure and basic fact that the surface is the site of making. The surface records simultaneously the thinking and the doing. It becomes a record of time, it becomes a witness to the life of a person for the period of its making. Despite the image that remains, or the meaning conveyed, it is the process itself which is intoxicating. Many contemporary forms of practice choose to skip this step – the artist goes from concept to product, farming out the process to machinery / artisans who remain un-credited (I do acknowledge that often this is an integral part of the meaning of the work.)
But at the beginning of the twenty first century we find ourselves in thrall to the meta experience of art, the ever present stepping back and viewing from afar, and a show like this reminds us about the joys of stepping forward to experience the ‘minor’ / unmediated surface.
Yesterday afternoon when I came to view the work I had the rare pleasure of seeing even more of the process of painting than we usually see. I saw the back of one of Janet Solomon’s paintings. A beautifully constructed and robust stretcher, the weave of really good quality canvas, the neat staples holding it taut. You may think it dismissive talking about the back of Solomon’s work first, when the front surface is so beautiful, and masterfully realised. But I think it is indicative of her seriousness of purpose. Painting is not something Janet stumbled upon; painting is something Janet has actively chosen, grappled with, loves and hates simultaneously. You don’t have to read about Solomon’s fascination with the History of Painting to contextualise her work. The surface tells all. It is “pregnant” with the weight of this history, of memory. This sophisticated image maker should be applauded for both her technical skill and conceptual underpinnings.
Janet Solomon
Star of the Sea
Oil on Canvas
2008
For me, one of the defining threads that runs through this show is that of memory, whether it be the memory of the surface, of the history of painting, of a South African childhood, or a memorial to the life and death of a specific person.
Anet Norval looks at popular, constructed memories and juxtaposes these with intimate, personal memories. For me, somehow her work holds a South African collective unconscious. For example, the image of the small blue and white school book label, holds an enormous unspoken history of both personal and collective repression. Her use of garish paint and popular imagery draws us in while the brutality of her intimate histories repels us, or is it the other way around? Either way the works resonate with the weight of a past.
anet norval
Installation view
2008
Grace Kotze’s work hits us with a familiarity which has not quite yet become a memory but holds the foreboding of one. Her surfaces some how record the process of remembering, both blurred and in sharp focus simultaneously. Her works convey an intimate personal response to neutral public spaces. These pieces are juxtaposed with flash frames from highly private spaces, the resulting emotional response being one of uncomfortable exposed fragility.
Grace Kotze
2008
And now at the end of this opening ramble, the easiest thing to say about the work of Dee Donaldson is that it leaves me speechless. And it does and yet I want to tell you why I have nothing to say. I have nothing to say because the work says it all, it speaks on a universal level to us about loss and our desperate human attempts to archive love. It speaks to us about the punctuation point at which experience becomes solidified as memory. It uses all of the relatively limited tools we have as painters to communicate humanity.
Dee Donaldson
2008
Thank you to Grace Kotze for curating this show and to the artists for sharing these works with me / with us – I know that there are many other things you could be doing to earn a much more decent financial living than this and I encourage any of you here who are earning a decent living to buy one of these pieces, you won’t remember the money in two months time.
Bronwen Vaughan-Evans
Mackenny, Virginia (2006) Painting Ourselves Out of a Corner, New Painting (a group exhibition of recent South African art) Kwazulu Natal Society of Arts, Durban South Africa.
Dee Donaldson
Grace Kotze
Anet Norval
Janet Solomon
Opening Speech by Bronwen Vaughan-Evans
Painting has been accused of being dead, “a ‘tainted’ arena sullied by patriarchal practice”, outmoded and unable to render the complexities of contemporary experience (Mackenny 2006:4). But, in our attempts to be truly contemporary / conceptual, I feel that we might have forgotten to be human, to respond first with intuition. So large is the contemporary chip on our shoulder that we choose rather to read the title, the statement, the text before we know how to respond to what is in front of us. I am not sure if I speak only for myself here but when asked about my practice I find myself whispering the word painter, as if it were taboo. And I heave a sigh of relief when the Saatchis launch an exhibition entitled “The TRIUMPH of Painting”.
Past and current debates around the life and death of painting aside, for me, the undeniable fact remains that I am in love with painting. The tactile experience of it, the intimate struggles with self and surface and the silent exhalation when standing in front of a body of work like Dee Donaldson’s and knowing what she means. I feel, for a moment, a connection with another human being.
What is so lovely about this show is the intent to foreground the process of painting. This, after all, is what we love about painting - the pure and basic fact that the surface is the site of making. The surface records simultaneously the thinking and the doing. It becomes a record of time, it becomes a witness to the life of a person for the period of its making. Despite the image that remains, or the meaning conveyed, it is the process itself which is intoxicating. Many contemporary forms of practice choose to skip this step – the artist goes from concept to product, farming out the process to machinery / artisans who remain un-credited (I do acknowledge that often this is an integral part of the meaning of the work.)
But at the beginning of the twenty first century we find ourselves in thrall to the meta experience of art, the ever present stepping back and viewing from afar, and a show like this reminds us about the joys of stepping forward to experience the ‘minor’ / unmediated surface.
Yesterday afternoon when I came to view the work I had the rare pleasure of seeing even more of the process of painting than we usually see. I saw the back of one of Janet Solomon’s paintings. A beautifully constructed and robust stretcher, the weave of really good quality canvas, the neat staples holding it taut. You may think it dismissive talking about the back of Solomon’s work first, when the front surface is so beautiful, and masterfully realised. But I think it is indicative of her seriousness of purpose. Painting is not something Janet stumbled upon; painting is something Janet has actively chosen, grappled with, loves and hates simultaneously. You don’t have to read about Solomon’s fascination with the History of Painting to contextualise her work. The surface tells all. It is “pregnant” with the weight of this history, of memory. This sophisticated image maker should be applauded for both her technical skill and conceptual underpinnings.
Janet Solomon
Star of the Sea
Oil on Canvas
2008
For me, one of the defining threads that runs through this show is that of memory, whether it be the memory of the surface, of the history of painting, of a South African childhood, or a memorial to the life and death of a specific person.
Anet Norval looks at popular, constructed memories and juxtaposes these with intimate, personal memories. For me, somehow her work holds a South African collective unconscious. For example, the image of the small blue and white school book label, holds an enormous unspoken history of both personal and collective repression. Her use of garish paint and popular imagery draws us in while the brutality of her intimate histories repels us, or is it the other way around? Either way the works resonate with the weight of a past.
anet norval
Installation view
2008
Grace Kotze’s work hits us with a familiarity which has not quite yet become a memory but holds the foreboding of one. Her surfaces some how record the process of remembering, both blurred and in sharp focus simultaneously. Her works convey an intimate personal response to neutral public spaces. These pieces are juxtaposed with flash frames from highly private spaces, the resulting emotional response being one of uncomfortable exposed fragility.
Grace Kotze
2008
And now at the end of this opening ramble, the easiest thing to say about the work of Dee Donaldson is that it leaves me speechless. And it does and yet I want to tell you why I have nothing to say. I have nothing to say because the work says it all, it speaks on a universal level to us about loss and our desperate human attempts to archive love. It speaks to us about the punctuation point at which experience becomes solidified as memory. It uses all of the relatively limited tools we have as painters to communicate humanity.
Dee Donaldson
2008
Thank you to Grace Kotze for curating this show and to the artists for sharing these works with me / with us – I know that there are many other things you could be doing to earn a much more decent financial living than this and I encourage any of you here who are earning a decent living to buy one of these pieces, you won’t remember the money in two months time.
Bronwen Vaughan-Evans
Mackenny, Virginia (2006) Painting Ourselves Out of a Corner, New Painting (a group exhibition of recent South African art) Kwazulu Natal Society of Arts, Durban South Africa.
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