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Tuesday, 24 July 2012
Haghighian at Carroll / Fletcher .(scribbled at 21:48 )

Finally getting into the swing of blogging regularly again.
Anyway, I went to Carroll / Fletcher's private view last Thursday night for Natascha Sadr Haghighian's solo show.
de paso (2012)
This is de paso (2012), the first work we see on first entering the gallery. A rather bizarre piece, it appears on first viewing that the suitcase crushes the bottle and simultaneously moves about the gallery floor, gradually pulling itself through the space. The sound of the plastic being manipulated is recorded, then amplified throughout the entire room through the microphone. Plutôt intelligent, oui? 

Empire of the Senseless Part I (2006)
The Microscope (2006)
The photograph on the right depicts a detail of Empire of the Senseless Part I, Haghighian's gallery installation of lights switching themselves off in structured intervals. As I type this, I realise that I've made it sound quite Martin Creed. Which it isn't. Rather than place these floodlights in a single room, Haghighian has used the gallery staircase which she has then connected to a sensor, so they trigger whenever anyone ventures down to the gallery's basement. On following the direction of the light, the viewer is lead to the other aspect of Empire of the Senseless Part 1, which is a large amount of text, painted on in phosphorescent paint and extracted from the novel Empire of the Senseless by Kathy Acker.

Haghighian explores these notions of identity, corporatism and this recurring sense of manipulations through a vast variety of media. Here, on first viewing The Microscope (Top left photo) we assume that this is a classic object trouvé, but on closer inspection  the microscope amplifies what appears to be a discussion through the eye piece.
Vice/Virtue (2001)





Unternehmen:Bermuda (Bermuda: Venture) (2000)


...and by the time I'd finished watching the alternating drawings of Vice/Virtue, I decided to cure a little hunger pang with this delight from Patisserie Valerie.

Blueberry Cupcake, £2

Natascha Sadr Haghighian's solo exhibition continues until 14 September.

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Monday, 23 April 2012
Just behind Oxford Circus... .(scribbled at 22:52 )

Catt; 2010; Fake Maurizio Cattelan Sculpture

Lies one of the most intriguing parts of the West End. Whilst dawdling on Oxford Street earlier that morning (on hunt for a new Breton top, if you’re interested) I popped into Carroll Fletcher, a newly opened gallery halfway along Eastcastle Street.

If you’re around that part of the city over the next 3 weeks, go along to see their current exhibition by Eva and Franco Mattes, titled Anonymous, untitled, dimensions variable. Carroll/Fletcher has such an interesting interior, I remember going along to its opening night back in February and being perplexed by the gallery space and how it twists and turns all over the building. 

Consisting of a range of mixed media pieces (including a smidgen of late seventies ephemera), Anonymous, Untitled, Dimensions Variable managed to grasp our senses and play with them relentlessly. If we take Colorless, odorless and tasteless (2011) as a way of illustrating this notion. Prior to viewing the piece there is just one line of vinyl that stands out against the wall:

Freedom; 2011; Online Performance (Documentation)
This work emits carbon monoxide, hazardous if played for a long time.

Perplexed, you walk through to see a lone and battered looking Atari Arcade Machine (image of one can be found by clicking here) .Except, there’s an engine fixed to its back. There are a handful of coins scattered onto the machine; I hesitate before inserting one into it. With literally no idea what to expect, the machine springs to life with a classic car racing game and a message flashes up, inviting you to grab the steering wheel and begin play. So I do, and within moments of turning my first corner on the (virtual) race track, a pungent smell of burning begins to fill the room. In most cases this would have left me worrying that the machine was about to burst into flames, but for some reason my eyes are transfixed to the screen and I can’t seem to let go of the steering wheel. Whatever this burning smell is, it’s not affecting the machine at all, so I continue playing the arcade game until the smell of burning has taken over the room to the point of where I’m finding it difficult to breathe comfortably. On closer inspection on leaving the space, I notice how rusty the engine looks and wonder if it is possibly as old as the Atari machine.

My Generation; 2010; Video Collage
On progression through the exhibition, it all changes. Homourous pieces like Catt are followed by My Generation, which is a video collage the artists created 2 years prior to the exhibition.  There’s an incredibly powerful moment for the viewer here, as they stare into the monitor they watch a young adolescent throw himself around his bedroom, and purposively hitting numerous possessions against his head. I stare at the screen feeling helpless at this traumatic experience, but this feeling of helplessness begins to cascade and as the screen flickers onto another person I become transfixed. All unknowingly filmed, the piece is actually a narrative of emotional upsurges experienced by video gamers. 

Are all these artworks/pieces/situations that Eva and Franco Mattes have generated staged? What is real here? Notwithstanding their first London exhibition, I’m fairly certain this won’t be the last I hear about the artistic duo. I think their compelling fictional narratives are here to stay.

Hurrah. It’s nice to be subverted, after all. 


Anonymous, untitled, dimensions variable runs until 18 May.

P.S I need a new camera; my SLR is on its last legs.Donations welcome.

P.P.S Design of the Year 2012 is tomorrow. This is more exciting than Christmas.

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