Palimpsest is the result of an off-the-cuff remark I made during a slide lecture in a drawing class.The “Wounded Bison” was painted about 17,000 years ago. I mentioned that the slide of the painting was a pale imitation of the actual painting and compared the light on the slide screen to a fire in a prehistoric cave. “Imagine this slide projected onto the side of a live Brahma bull to get a sense of the physicality of the painting.” Upon saying that I couldn’t resist the temptation of putting a live bull in an art gallery.
The installation took place at the grunt in 1999: it took place in the evening and consisted of a live bull in the darkened grunt gallery, slides of cave paintings and labyrinths were projected onto the side of the bull. I was surprised by the enormous size of the bull in the relatively small gallery setting. The gallery was crowded with viewers – standing close to the entrance – and spilling out onto to the lawn outside. A pervading hush of respect was present throughout the tableau.
A few comments regarding the cave paintings and this installation: The cave paintings were made in approximately 15,000 B.C.. The paintings are, as far as we know, the first known representations ever made by humans. This development of the ability to represent was an incredible feat in the evolution of the human consciousness. These representations are the first indications of the human capacity to use abstract form and symbol in order to express a sense of reflective awareness.
The cave paintings are sophisticated images in terms of representation, form and symbol: they are naturalistic and convincingly represent the animal’s proportions, pose and movement. Formally, they are unsurpassed in their expressive use of line and texture. In terms of symbolism, the animal’s energy and vitality are clearly conveyed through the vigorous use of line. It is widely believed by anthropologists and historians that the artist/hunter considered the paintings to be magical, that the artist gained power – an immanent communion with the spirit of the animal – by representing it in a realistic manner. Pictures, like words, are used to cast spells and charms.
This installation embodies 20,000 years of image compression, it finds the prehistoric in the modern, the ethereal in the material world, the wild in the captive, attainment in desire and reflection in projection.
The Ditch / The North Arm of the Fraser
This series of paintings and sculptures began on the Fraser River in the late seventies. Back then I was fairly new to the hard and fast work on the river tugs: twelve hour shifts, mostly nights, seven days a week, one week on and one week off, sometimes weeks straight at a time.
As I recall, we were running light, against the current, our tug threw a hefty wake over the still, dry side sticks of the booms secured on the south side of the river. Logs inside the booms rose and fell in the arc of our wake. It was one of those rare, beautiful, early summer mornings, up past Barnston Island. A mist from the night before hung low over the tree shaded areas of the river and the day promised to be hot and sunburn intense. We were checking boom identification tags for numbers and the heavy, steady freshet slammed hard into the southern bank from around a big, wide northwest bend in the river.
I spotted them on the south bank, back ends rising up, tall river grass and alders growing out of the their trunks. The old cars were facing down, front ends invisible under the turbid water. I remember the pale brown river silt and the green brown algae on the faded, desaturated paint. The mostly silent, sometimes rippling, muddy current flowed through open windows and manufactured cavities. The old bodies were still stylishly intact after years and years of being there, the rounded curves cast in that heavy, solid metal that cars used to be made of. These stationary, half dry, half wet vehicles rested there, oddly perched in the mud and flora of that bank. They formed a breakwater barrier, like the days of the week checking the flow of time. Someone, probably a farmer, put them there, hoping to keep the river from dissolving that part of the bank.
It took a few years for that vision to really sink in. I had recently graduated from the Ontario College of Art and over the next few years I would continue to work on the shift tugs and paint pictures of abstracted water surfaces after my favorite artists, away in my studio, during my time off. And we got a lot of time off in relation to the intense hours at work, that’s why I took the work on the river in the first place; it gave me more time to direct towards my painting than any other job of work.
But over the next few years I grew restless with abstraction and formalism. I made increasing efforts to incorporate direct experience into my paintings. Images of industry crept into the iconography, competing with the formal, painterly aspects of the medium. I became more and more concerned with the industrial landscape I encountered further down river in the North Arm. This shift in focus was not an easy or seamless one. It proceeded in fits and starts: sometimes the iconography and the handling got too heavy, other times too refined and removed. Over time, I found myself turning to sculpture, in tandem with drawing and painting, in order to reckon with the multifaceted aspects of the subject matter. Sculpture introduced new problems and possibilities, an interesting counterpoint that allowed me to address, with humour, the depressing symbolism of cars stacked up and piled upon each other.
I continued to work on the river, mostly the North Arm, for the next 15 years. We who worked on the river referred to the North Arm as “the ditch”. The ditch remains a compelling, and sometimes beautiful, place. It’s a site of memory, meditation and inspiration for me. And it’s a sign of our time.
This exhibition presents a number of paintings, maquettes, and photos related to this work produced over the past decade. Complementing these is a new sculptural piece Out of the Cradle / Endlessly Rocking (Whalt whitman) that incorporates a full size, stripped down Trans Am on a 14 foot wide cedar stump.
– Pendulum Gallery