2009 > SUCHAN KINOSHITA, LA CARRIERE DU SPECTATEUR More on Suchan Kinoshita |
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| OLIVIER MIGNON, IN ARTFORUM
The desiccation of the art scene during the summer season can easily cause one to mistake the slightest relief in the landscape for an un expected oasis. But it was not just the typical paucity of substantial exhibitions that accounted for one's feeling of gr titude at this show, "La carriere d'un spectateur" (A Spectator's Career) . This time, it was th e profound generosity of the artistic offering one was thankful for. "Suchan Kinoshita presented what practically amounted to a miniretrospective. On two floors, twelve pieces (old, recent, and never before seen) were exhibited, casually retracing a practice initiated in the early 1990s. Admittedly, if one were look ing for a synthesis in the selection and distribution of the works-and the exhibition's thematic recapitulations and scenic organization around a central axis, not to mention the inclusion of several objects displayed in a single video, Inbetweening, 2008, could easily have aroused such a desire- that wish necessarily remain ed unsat isfied, given the artist's fundamental interest in incompleteness. This fascination with the unfinished has less to do with a natural reticence or reluctance to come to a conclusion than with an acute attention to the accidents of process, chance mishaps, and organic unfoldings. Testifying to this taste for contingency are two panels that , from a distance, appear to be two soft abstract paintings; close up, however, they are revealed to be a plaster plaque eaten away by humidity and a forgotten canvas gathe ring dust-Hochwasser, n.d.- 2009 and Zen for Beginners; 2009, respectively. More proof is found in Isofollies, 2007, complex volumes wrapped in black plastic, asteroids whose weight or lightness is impossible to discern, containing, in this case, detritus from Kinoshita's installation at the Eighth Sharjah Biennial. Or Couple, 2008, an orn te water clock filled with a yellowish liquid placed delicately on its side on a small, padded display. Thus what formed in the exhibition space was a constellation of deposits, a multitude of singular rhythms that coexisted in joyous tumult. |
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