an exhibition remembered
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Review of 'Transporter' an exhibition by artist Yael SchmidtTRANSCRIPT
REVIEW
An Exhibition remembered
Transporter A solo show by artist Yael Schmidt
V22 Ashwin Street Gallery, The project space
18 January -‐ 24 February 2008
It was on concurrently at V22 with Jasper Joffe’s beauty show, in the basement gallery rooms. You
can’t see out but outside was brought in by the sound of whistling singing wind through an installed
pipe. From Joffe’s exuberant painted enfleshment of previously photographic images which is
experienced as total, real, you went to where there are images of individuals like snow or cloud or
phantasm, but which in memory subsist obsessively imprinted clear, large.
Perhaps this impression in the memory is because of the kind of engagement the work exacts from
the viewer. The images elicit contrasting responses: alarm. (In the video projection, Bath, has she
drowned? Is the water going to turn red? What nakedness is going to happen? In the video
projection, The Lovers, are they alive?) One contemplates the beauty of these images of these young,
the lovely peaceful colours also. The infinitesimal movements of the subjects defuse and yet intensify
the anxiety of the viewer who searches for a sign of life in them, seems to find it, relaxes briefly but
then suffers a lack of confidence in his /her perception, unsure that the sign was in fact seen.
So one is nudged into a sort of confusion, in which the only way out is further waiting and watching.
This interplay between the work and the viewer’s effortful wondering, his/her search for
confirmation, is perhaps what ‘fixes’ the images in the mind: it remains there, but separate from
oneself because of the interlocution with one’s own perceptions and responses about the image. The
‘self’ of the image and the self of the viewer are brought into clear focus as different but equally
valued. This separateness is possibly what satisfies: in the gaps between the tiny movements there
has been made time for looking, time for one’s own (thus validated) uncertainties.
The video projection The Lovers shows a young man and young woman in bed(s). Their similar
postures suggest relationship, but they are not together. They each have a different blanket to warm
them at the same point. Why blankets? Always questions. But I feel I should shut off curiosity: they
are in bed, dressed but not really dressed. Then there is the alarm felt (are they ok? Are they
breathing?) I’m questioning again. It is their crooked ‘fallen’ postures that recall photojournalism of
victims of disaster or massacre. Again I’m unsure of my response – are they lovely young people
chilled out on their beds, or are they fallout from some holocaust?
In the video projection Forest, a young woman in a coat stands so still. Look long enough and squirrels
play behind her. She will stand forever one feels, monumental but ordinary, girl heroin icon.
The wind sound plays louder, as I pass the sound installation Wind carrier to the last room. The room
has a row of small paintings, mostly in tones of black and white. At first it looks like a series of prints,
but they’re hand-‐drawn and painted. They speak of self-‐abnegation but simultaneously of the
assertion of the artist reengaged with the physical medium, dark though it is.
Gillian Wright
25 February 2008