It has been a long-held ambition of mine to visit the Venice Biennale and finally this year, I made the visit. The entire event takes place at the Giardini, the Arsenale and in various locations across the beautiful city from May through to November. We visited at the end of October on a gloriously warm and sunny weekend as part of a stay in Venice to celebrate a special birthday.
Curated by Okwui Enwezor, this year’s event has had mixed
reviews and 2015 is not regarded as a milestone year in the Biennale’s one
hundred and twenty year history. One
critic said that lacked visual power, originality, wit or bravado. Another wrote that it was the most depressing
biennale he has ever visited and that it was a grim feast of international
politics, self-obsession and complaint.
The overall critical consensus appeared to be that the curator’s attempt
to present the state of global contemporary art today and giving a platform and
voice to countries not previously represented, delivered an assault course of
videos about global starvation, industrial pollution and the atrocious
conditions of workers in developing countries.
For many critics, Enwezor’s ‘dense, restless and exploratory project’
had taken the soul out of the event, making the experience of visiting a ‘glum
trudge than the usual exhilarating adventure’.
Despite these portents of an impending doomed visit, my
excitement and enthusiasm mounted as the water taxi journeyed down the Grand
Canal and both remained intact as we wandered leisurely around the
gardens. The sunshine and surprising
lack of queues (around 300,000 visitors were expected over the six month run) contributed
to what was still a very special and enjoyable visit.
As we didn’t have enough time to visit all the Biennale
locations, we concentrated on the central and national pavilions in the
Giardini and perhaps this protected us from any feelings of disappointment and
a predicted doomed visit. I fast tracked
first to see new work from Wangechi Muti
in the central pavilion. I have been a
fan for many years and she was even gracious enough to participate in my email
interview to form part of my BA dissertation way back in 2006.
Mutu puts together magazine imagery with painted surfaces and found
materials. Her collages explore the split
nature of cultural identity and reference colonial history, fashion and
contemporary African politics. Most
recently, her work has extended into sculpture and video. I find her work incredibly engaging and
moving. Her video piece The End of Carrying All is a piece made this year and is premiered at
the Biennale. It was haunting, dreamlike
and very powerful. Mutu’s sculptural
piece, She’s Got The World in Her also
shows the artist’s themes of constant and futile striving and the toll it takes
on body and soul.
It was my patriotic duty to visit the British Pavilion next, to see the
wonderful Sarah Lucas in all her rude, crude and irreverent glory. For “I Scream Daddio”, the building was
completed painted custard yellow and filled with biomorphic sculptures and
plaster casts of the bottom halves of women draped over household (made from
her friends and herself), each with a cigarette sticking out of an
orifice. Her direct and uncompromising
attacks on masculine attitudes to femininity and issues around gender and continue
to provoke and confound.
The French Pavilion offered the perfect antidote to Lucas’s full on visual
assault. Celéste Boursier-Mougenot’s “Revolutions”,
gently moving trees, both inside and outside the Pavilion, were haunting and
quite beautiful. Although obviously
mechanically enhanced, these were real, fully grown trees with root balls
exposed, which made their movement even more surreal. Inside the Pavilion, what looked like concrete
steps turned out to be expanding foam on which to sit and watch another tree
move around the atrium to faintly heard music.
Exquisitely executed and wonderfully relaxing, a totally immersive artistic
encounter.
Like Sarah Lucas (but with no hint of humour or irony), Australian Fiona
Hall wore her politics loud and proud in her installation “Wrong Way Time”, for
her country’s pavilion. In near
darkness, her collections of objects and
ephemera (some made by indigenous women), took on the air of a museum of
antiquities and seemed a little naïve and sometimes obvious use for addressing her
concerns on global politics, world finances and the environment. I was still positively drawn to some of her
work, particularly a collection of small bread sculptures placed across maps
which corresponded to a particular world problem – a slaughtered elephant laid
across a map of Africa, tiny cut out figures of swimmers put on the Mediterranean
Sea between Libya and Italy, demolished buildings placed on maps of war torn
cities In a politically drenched
installation, these did manage to resonate.
We only scraped the surface of what this Biennale had to
offer and even if it was not critically well-received and generally thought to
be one of its weakest incarnations, I was very glad to have visited and
witnessed an important art historical event.
I am also completely in love with Venice, so a return visit is
definitely needed - let’s see what 2017 has to offer.
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