Tuesday, 29 January 2019

Something & Nothing, And The Work Of Haroon Mirza



West Leicester, 31 December 2018


This post is primarily about three categories of subject.  Firstly, it's about frames - both geometric and referential; secondly, it's concerned with what's not there - within the frames, and otherwise; and thirdly, it involves connections - between the first two categories, between ideas generally, and in functional circuitry.  Ultimately, it's probably about what might be found - just as it seems that other things have been lost.

It begins with two photos - taken in fading light on the last day of the old year.  Both images display the kind of spare urban geometry that always draws my camera.  Indeed, both represent the kind of imagery that informed my 'Vestige', and 'Change Of Use' series, back in 2006.  In each case, the subjects feel delicious in their mundane inconsequentiality, implied entropy, and bleak framing of - pretty much nothing.  When I first started to collect such motifs, my idea was that they spoke of something that had once been, or communicated - and which was now departed, forgotten, or silenced.  This time round - on a drab afternoon, on the cusp of 2019, and in a nation seemingly beset by nihilism - it was equally possible to imagine there might have been nothing of value left to miss in the first place.

In the light of the third category outlined above, it now seems like both images (and the second in particular) might be interpreted as primitively rendered circuit diagrams.  To the communication or transmission of exactly what they might be dedicated, however - one might only guess.


West Leicester, 31 December 2018


The rest of the images here were collected a few days later, at Birmingham's Ikon Gallery, whilst visiting Haroon Mirza's current exhibition, 'Reality Is Somehow What We Expect It To Be', with my friends Andrew and Tim.  Mirza's show is one of those I entered with  expectations already somewhat 'managed' by at least one slightly ambivalent review.  In such situations it is, of course, important to keep an open mind, and I was pleased to find various pieces (and the exhibition as a whole) increasingly resonating with me - the longer I spent with them.  Resonating is an apposite term too, as Mirza's mixed-media, audio-visual work is as much (if not more) about sound, as it is about what is seen.



Haroon Mirza, 'LED Circuit Compositions', Found Materials & LEDs, 2015-16


Most of the work on display features powerful noise elements, be they of the found variety, or in the form of powerful abstract frequencies.  However, the pieces which initially captivated me - from his 'LED Circuit Composition' series,  were actually amongst the most silent.  This collection of illuminated assemblages, initially drew me in with their spare, geometry - perhaps predictably enough.  Certainly, with those first two New Year's Eve images still very fresh in my mind - there was a comforting recognition of something familiar, in formal terms, at least.  I quickly realised that it was also because, in an admittedly more sensuous way - they also have as much to do with what isn't there, as what is.



Haroon Mirza, (L.): 'LED Circuit Composition 12', 2015, (R.): 'GMT (LED Circuit Composition 24)', 2016,
Both: Turntable Components & LEDs.


In fact, what materiality they do exhibit, is largely to do with framing of open or transparent spaces - through which the insubstantial effects of their coloured light might be observed on the wall behind.  As the series title indicates - the main point of those physical elements is to carry the circuit which enables the illumination.  One result, for me, was that what might have initially resembled a slightly 'thin' collaging of inconsequential found materials, came to embody a distinctly contemporary variety of poetic, immaterial spectacle.



Haroon Mirza, 'Serpent/DNA (LED Circuit Composition 26)', Various Found Materials
& LEDs, 2018


Superficially, Mirza's slightly ramshackle deployment of found or junk elements might be seen as partially belonging to the tradition of Rauschenberg, Johns, et al - forebears who were essentially about piling up the consumer debris of the twentieth century (in a densely substantial way) to release their theoretical or philosophical associations.  However, Mirza's readymade assemblages also speak eloquently of how the products and materials with which we now surround ourselves, seem to be ever more flimsy, lightweight, or even virtual.  Thin, sheet-metal pressings replace heavier ironmongery; moulded perspex draws slender lines in its own transparency via nothing more than edge perception; traditional, oil or wax-borne pigments are replaced by industrial coatings; and brushed aluminium display board edging becomes as likely a framing device as a wooden window frame.

Perhaps most apposite to contemporary experience - these pieces can seem to reach for no actual meaning necessarily more specific than their own display.  Admittedly, the subtitles Mirza appends to certain of the 'LED Circuit Compositions' suggest clues to possible associations but without the necessary due dilligence, we are mostly offered a kind of glowing vacancy - which we're invited to fill-in for ourselves.



Haroon Mirza, 'Hibernal Solstice (LED Circuit Composition 27)', Various Found Materials
& LEDs, 2018


In general terms, and certainly as I spent longer with the work - I came to realise that this apparent absence of any simplistic message was a strength, far more than a weakness.  A symbolic, or otherwise 'meaningful' repurposing of the 'found' are all thoroughly established within contemporary art, and we are perhaps far enough up the post-Duchampian, Conceptual road to have become a bit mentally lazy when presented with the familiar tropes of bricolage or the Readymade in a gallery.  The temptation nowadays is to move straight past the tension of bafflement, and crack straight on with solving the 'puzzle' presented by a particular work or installation - using whatever toolkit of familiar background theory we may possess.

I write here, of course, as someone benefitting from a modicum or elitist/specialist education, and a little familiarity with some of the philosophical and theoretical frameworks surrounding contemporary art (even if, actually - in a rather 'middle-brow' fashion).  But we can't un-know what we know.  Nevertheless, reflecting on Haroon Mirzas's work reminds me that this habitual rush to decipher; the need to 'understand' on an intellectual level - can often rob an artwork of its full resonance (that word again), on a more experiential level. 




Haroon Mirza, 'A Chamber For Horwitz: Sonakinatography Transcriptions In Surround Sound',
Custom A/V Device, LEDs, Speakers, Foam, 2015



And so, it occurs to me that, whilst Mirza's oeuvre is certainly not without its possible cultural or sociological associations - they as likely to be a by-product of his rudimentary circuitry and cheerful hacking of consumer electronics, as they are an important point that must be put across.  Because, ultimately, I think that all his improvisatory, slightly post-apocalyptic wiring-up of connections between disparate discards - is to find out how the resulting frequencies of sound and light might stimulate the senses, as much as (or at least, before) the intellect.  The real agenda may actually be an attempt to hold the two sides in a kind of non-conclusive balance.





Osman Yousefzada (Video) / Haroon Mirza (Sound), 'Welcome To The Machine',
Video, Photovoltaic Panel, Arduino, Headphones, Mixer, 2018  


I found that the order in which I reacted to each piece was generally: 1. An immediate reaction to the particular buzz, hiss, or quality of illumination being emitted.  2. Some, vaguely nerdish attempt to explain the (often crude) manner in which such effects were generated.  This involves the following of cables, identification of contact mics, photo-voltaic cells, etc., or the pressing of ears to speakers - in a general quest to discover exactly what is triggering what.  And that is important, because only then is it followed by... 3. An attempt to interpret meaning on an conceptual/theoretical level.  And with that, comes the realisation that the specific imagery on a video screen, or bound up within some found object, is as likely to have been suggested by items 1 and 2, as it is to have brought them into being.  And that, in turn, seems even more relevant, once one realises that much of that material may even have been appropriated from, or input by, another artist altogether.

Thus, in a simple piece like 'After The Big Bang' , in which a silent, looped video of a waterfall plays next to a Mashall amp, hissing with static in a thoroughly convincing simulacrum of cascading water  - we're left to wonder which element suggested the other.  It constitutes eloquent little comment on the nature of sensory illusion, and the way that we might be fooled into making completely synthetic associations.  From there, it's completely up to you/me to decide whether it might also refer to the possible correspondence between the flow of different currents, or even the residual tinnitus provoked by over-amplified Rock music.


Haroon Mirza, 'Tika Tak', Various Found Elements, Audio System, LEDs, Video, 2008


More complex, and perhaps more ambiguous still, is 'Taka Tak', which features a video of a contemporary Pakistani street food vendor preparing his ingredients as a kind of ritual performance.  This is connected to an old cabinet speaker, surmounted by a record deck - itself bearing a transistor radio and a small Sufi statuette.  Between lies a Qu'ran stand, containing red LEDs, which I couldn't help sensing as a source of heat (they aren't).  Whilst there is clearly some thematic reference to Islamic culture here, it's hard to really perceive much other than the increasingly hypnotic footage of food preparation, for minutes on end - complete with circular motions and the metallic scrapings of the chef's spatulas.  At one point, I experienced a strange nasal hallucination of cooking meat - which may have simply wafted from the Ikon's cafeteria, but somehow felt integral to the work.  Only once one has given up on much else happening, does the audio suddenly split - sending a crescendo of oscillating sound, to the transistor - spins aboard the record deck with an improvised Leslie effect.  Subsequent research reveals that Sufism contains the Dervish sect - themselves, of course, famed for their whirling ritual dance.

And so, what might at first appear just another video-augmented bric-a-brac assemblage, suddenly unifies itself into an elegantly allusive riff on the tensions between the contemporary and the traditional; the corporeal and the spiritual; and perhaps between ritual - as an integral element of Eastern experience - and a dilettante activity in the West (in the form of DJ/Dance Music culture).  All of that is neatly linked by the theme of circular motion and repetitive rhythm, but most importantly - it is unlocked primarily through sensory experience.


Haroon Mirza, 'Open Source / Copyright (Rules Of Appropriation 5)', Magnet, Levitation
Device, Vinyl, Fake Designer Purse, Photovoltaic Panels, Mirror, Metal Legs, 2018 


That spinning motion is actually something which recurs through Haroon Mirza's work, and so - I'm led full circle, and to the following realisation. Just as one might feel there's nothing  much there, or that a search for pat meaning has foundered amidst carelessly compiled junk (and maybe, that's actually enough) - do possible interpretations start to multiply in a far more organic manner.  Nothing (or not very much) might really be something, after all.

Perhaps this post is really just about free-association... 


Haroon Mirza, 'Reality Is Somehow What We Expect It To Be'  Continues Until 24 February 2019, At: Ikon Gallery, Brindley Place, Birmingham, B1 2HS    




Tuesday, 22 January 2019

Completed Painting: 'Untitled (From The New School) 11'



'Untitled (From The New School) 11', Acrylics, Paper Collage & Mixed Media,
30 cm X 30 cm X 10.6 cm, 2019 


January dribbles on in its customary drab manner, and finds me still whittling away at various existing projects in a not especially dynamic manner.  For all that, recent weeks have already seen the arrival of four new instalments in my 'Untitled (From The New School)' series of paintings, with relatively little struggle.  Here is the fifth, most recent member of this new cohort (and the first completed piece of 2019), 'Untitled (From The New School) 11'.
  



To be honest, working on these ideally suits my current situation.  I've been tempted, of late, to reassess the work/art/life balance of my current existence, slightly - whilst also dealing with the fatiguing distraction of my knackered old knees, as they seemingly enter a new phase of painful dysfunctionality.  At such a time, it's useful to be able to dip back into a series like this -  in which the underlying rationale, and even the standardised format were long ago decided.  It's really just a case of intuitively selecting yet another means of depiction/application, and settling into the pleasure of simply getting it done.  




Pretty much everything about this series is self consciously referential of something else pre-existing.  Indeed, as previously explained, its very origin lies in a blatant piece of appropriation, and often, the stylistic variations revealed with each new version feel like deliberately donning a new suit of borrowed clothes.  However, anyone familiar with my own oeuvre may spot that, in this case - I'm mostly borrowing from myself.  The ragged, mixed-media Expressionism (and emblematic palette) of '11' , is clearly lifted from my own 'Flagging' series, exhibited in Nottingham, last year.




Of course, those pieces were part of the completely separate 'This S(c)eptic Isle' project, and were perhaps the least sophisticated manifestation of its implied (and pretty topical) societal angst.  The question here would thus be, what is to be achieved by applying their tropes to a different body of work - one concerned with the nature and functions of formal Education?




Whatever else the viewer might find for themselves, I guess it's impossible not to recognise that the life of a school, and the educational values it may purport to represent, are inescapably subject to wider socio-political contexts.  At certain times, this might appear to operate on the elevated plane of competing philosophical or ideological orthodoxies; at others it may just be a case of crisis management in a period of chaos and decay.  




Might then, the impetuous treatment and implied entropy of '11' reflect the apparent  psychotic fragmentation of a society, in which, seemingly - the centre may no longer hold?  Is the educational edifice here depicted struggling to prevail, and maintain some illusion of a coherent future, amidst all that uncertainty?  Alternatively, might the ill-informed 'democratic' decisions of 'the people' themselves be the result of a seriously compromised, non-analytical education system?  Can the pretence of utilitarianism, and assumptions regarding the status quo - reflected in the educational priorities of recent decades, remain relevant within a system no longer able to supply workable solutions for large portions of the populace?  Or, did I just fancy doing a messy one this time?  I'll leave it for you to decide.  








Saturday, 12 January 2019

Benign Surveillance 1




All Images: Central Birmingham, January 2018


I suppose it's only realistic to accept that some might find something questionable in my current habit of pointing of my lens through urban windows - to photograph the occupants within, without their knowledge or consent.  Certainly, such activities could raise a variety of potentially problematic issues regarding personal privacy, in our current surveillance-obsessed society - if viewed with cynicism.
   



In so far as I've analysed my own ethical standpoint on the matter, my current view is that it's largely a matter of intention (like most things really).  I hope that anyone viewing these latest glimpses of corporate life can appreciate that my motives are pretty benign.  The people depicted are, I think, suitably anonymous, and their activities - sufficiently mundane and non-incriminating, to negate any sense of genuinely sinister intrusion.  In addition, these are hardly the most technically adept photos ever captured - their murky, almost sub-aquatic flavour, making them pretty hard to interpret in any event.  Anyway, I'll happily leave the specific location of these shots unannounced, and assert that there is no deliberate intention to demean, deride or embarrass anyone here, on my part.




In reality, the stimulus for this little suite of images, was mostly to do with capturing that sense of melancholy, Hopperesque alienation, so characteristic of modern urban life - and an innocent curiosity about 'what those people actually do in there', that I often experience when passing nominally unremarkable workplaces.  I'll be honest - the specific details  of contemporary employment practices remain a considerable mystery to me, in many respects.  Above all, it's just that old flanneurist or quasi-Situationist fascination with 'the everyday' - I suppose.  That - and the visual appeal of deflected reflections and framing architectural geometry, of course.  




I suppose there's also the question of why the unaccustomed inclusion of the human element in many of my recent photographs should occur in such a distanced and detached manner.  I'll leave in-depth consideration of the potential psychological implications of that for another time...