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Friday, 16 September 2016

'A Minor Place': Better Discuss The Actual Work, Then...



Shaun Morris, 'A Minor Place', Oil on Canvas, 2016


By the time you read this, the ‘A Minor Place’ exhibition, at Studley, Warwickshire’s Artists Workhouse, will have been over for several days and we’ll be into the vaguely anti-climactic phase of storing returned work, reflecting on what was achieved, and contemplating what happens next.  It’s an obvious time to tie up remaining loose ends, something I’ll attempt to do here, with reference to the reflective and projective processes outlined above.  Specifically, I’ll focus on certain aspects of the actual work exhibited, rather than the exhibition as a whole.

I’ve already dealt with most of my own completed work over recent months, (although there is one outstanding post related to that planned).  Likewise, some of Shaun Morris’ work at ‘A Minor Place’ was discussed in my post about February’s ‘The Lie Of The Land’ exhibition at Artrix, Bromsgrove [1.].  So, I’ll attempt to avoid over repetition, and concentrate instead on Shaun’s post ‘TLOTL work; Andrew Smith’s recent output; and on certain relationships with, and implications for, my own work.


Shaun Morris, 'After Hours', Oil on Canvas, 2016


Let’s start with a piece of Shaun’s that could, I suppose, have felt slightly overlooked in the hang - but which actually felt rather comfortable tucked into a corner, on it’s own little piece of wall, at Artists Workhouse.  ‘After Hours’ clearly fits alongside Shaun’s other nocturnal ‘portraits’ of commercial vehicles.  In terms of its painterly, representational approach, and relatively straightforward composition, it also complies with the parameters laid down by some of its immediate predecessors.  But it does depart slightly from the template, as with ‘The Machine’ before it, in depicting something other than a heavy goods vehicle.   

It’s actually one of those quirky little street-cleaning units that stoically trundle the gutters of this land.  If all of Shauns’ vehicle paintings memorialise the taken-for-granted machines haunting our modern world’s liminal zones, none could be more (literally) marginal than this one.  However grudging the eventual take-up of driverless passenger transport may or may not be – this feels like exactly the kind of vehicle that may soon be replaced by a robotic operative.


Shaun Morris, 'The Wait', Oil on Canvas, 2015


My own suspicion is that, as ever more of the machines around us become autonomous, a seemingly inescapable human impulse to anthropromorphise, or at least to ascribe animal characteristics to them, may only grow stronger [2.].  Thus, the constant suggestion of such tendencies in Shaun’s paintings actually feels pretty much on the money.  What could seem a little hokey, actually suggests an inescapable trait to which we’re all prone - whether or not we chose to admit it.  These may still be vehicles of the human-operated variety, - and as such the possible end of a technological line, but they also reflect that same drive (sorry – couldn’t resist.) [3.].

Actually, that sense of a transforming world, and his evocation of a rapidly changing economy’s dark corners – is definitely one of the things that make Shaun’s images resonate in my mind.  Oh, and let’s not overlook the typically skillful deployment of a nocturnal palette illuminated by colour.  A red/green juxtaposition is just thrown out here with calm assurance rather than showy melodrama).  Equally of note, is an economically direct handling of paint that’s largely in keeping with the humble subject.


(L.) Shaun Morris, 'Artic Landscape', Oil on Canvas, 2016


If ‘After Hours’ belongs with the truck paintings from last year, the two largest pieces in our show, ‘Artic Landscape’, and the one that lent the overall show its title, suggest a looking forward to what might come next, and a greater ambition in terms of environmental scale too.  I know Shaun has been wrestling both paintings into submission, along with two other large canvases, for much of this year.  He’s clearly been looking for new pictorial problems to solve, in the process.

Place would seem to be the key with these two - with vehicular references being increasingly absorbed into their surroundings.  ‘Artic Landscape’ (love that punning title, by the way) is a bold, highly physical affair - full of strong contrasts and muscular statements.  Its corral of white tractor units are reduced to a tract of humped forms, delineated by strong shadows and accents of blood red, to resemble nothing so much as a field of ice boulders.  They may be recognisable (just) as vehicles, but mostly constitute a forbidding, semi-abstract environment of glacial monuments one might try to scale.  The glossy secretions of linseed oil on the painting’s surface certainly allude to the original subject matter, but in a way that is tactile and sensual - far more than it is illustrative.


Shaun Morris' Prints On Sale


‘A Minor Place’, on the other hand, is far more about compositional sophistication, and a meditative gaze upon the inherent bathos of a very contemporary location.  The whole idea of ‘Edgelands’ is, I know, one that has fascinated Shaun for some time, and this painting seems to epitomise the kind of alienated, 24-hour infrastructural non-place identified by, amongst others, Paul Farley and Michael Symmons Roberts [4.].


...And On Screen: Shaun Morris, 'Something In The Night', Digital Animation, 2016


Glowing green under industrial lighting, and seemingly lacking any human presence, Shaun’s warehouse and attendant tarmac expanse represent the kind of heavily automated (and thus, employment-light) industrial centre addressed in the film work of Patrick Keiller [5.].  The trailors lined up by the building are the only real vehicular reference in this painting, and recall the containerisation remarked upon by both Keiller and Farley & Simmons-Roberts.




But if his subject matter is entirely contemporary, Shaun’s mode of depiction harks back to certain high-points of twentieth-century representational painting.  His tendency to abstract slightly; to view a geometric subject from a slightly ‘off’ oblique angle; the almost-but-not-quite-symmetrical vertical division; and the pushing of an inconsequential pile of pallets into the foreground - all call to mind the compositional verve of Richard Diebenkorn, (and, thus, Matisse and Bonnard before him).  The painting might not be as forthright as ‘Artic Landscape’, but it’s actually a rather profound, slow-burning image, in my view.




When not engaging with these major painterly statements, Shaun has, like myself, also spent some time producing prints this year.  Some were on sale, but his series of stark, iPad-derived print images could also be viewed on-screen in our show, along with my ‘Wiped Windows’ photographic series, and Andrew’s video, ‘Siesta; Stirchley, Suburb Of Vice’ video.  Shaun’s ‘Something In The Night’ images originate from earlier motifs from his ‘Black Highway’ and ‘Stolen Car’ suites of recent years.  But these stripped-down interpretations are monochrome in the most binary fashion, and almost primitive in their mode of depiction – suggesting a digital take on the classic German Expressionist woodcut.

Whilst all of Shaun’s recent work in ‘A Minor Place’ could be seen as a continuum of existing concerns, Andrew Smith did his usual trick of presenting a body of work I probably couldn’t have predicted from what preceded it.  Indeed, this ability to consistently do something surprising - and often possessing of its own, possibly obscure, internal logic, is one of the reasons I always enjoy engaging with his work.


Andrew Smith, 'Stock Footage', Set of 18 Digital Prints, 2016


This time round, collage would seem to be the prevailing spirit behind most, if not all of the current work.  Last year’s ‘Mental Mapping’ work saw him divining perplexing, or even disturbingly autobiographical currents from obscure photographic imagery – but this time, he seems to be capturing psychological resonances inherent within the juxtaposition of recycled fragments of pre-existing or found images.  This may involve the physical reassembly of actual sections of earlier works, or the use of appropriated imagery from a completely external source.  The occasional use of salvaged posters, or indeed - recourse to collage in general, clearly chimes with my own practice in recent years.  However, whilst my own approach generally focuses on a kind of mulch of suggestive visual texture and splintered clues, Andrew’s may be a bit closer to the Surrealist tradition of automatic image-generation through chance juxtapositions.


Andrew Smith, 'The New Settlement', Acrylic on Canvas, 2016


One obvious example of that would seem to be his suite of eighteen digital prints, ‘Stock Footage’, mentioned in my last post [6.].  At the other extreme would be pieces here such as ‘Strange Cove’, ‘The New Settlement’ or ‘Forgery’, which could be read as purely organic abstractions (and may have been by some).  But those titles suggest entire layers of possible meaning beneath their relatively benign surfaces.  My impression is that these may really be the heavily processed residues of earlier artifacts, freighted with pre-existing meanings – as opposed to purely visual exercises in balancing colours and shapes.  I even suspect that certain deliberately painterly passages may actually be vague depictions of layered or torn print material.  If I’m correct in that interpretation, then there’s a possible connection with my own recent preoccupation with lost voices, or forgotten or misread meanings, and vestigial legacies.


Andrew Smith, 'Forgery' Mixed Media on Paper, 2016

Andrew Smith, 'Strange Cove', Mixed Media on Canvas, 2015


Elsewhere, however, we see that Andrew certainly hasn’t abandoned the use of photographic illusion.  ‘Torn Tower’ is a splendid little image juxtaposing a section of partially demolished modernist architecture with an apparently abstract mark - which may be the result of real, accidental damage [7.].  Several pieces also include photographic representations of staples or pins, or even of pasted layers themselves, which provide a kind of meta or hyper-real commentary on the nature of collage, even as other elements in the same piece may be actually physically applied.  It’s that kind of sophisticated, multi-level stuff that gets me every time.


Andrew Smith, 'Torn Tower', Digital Print,  2016

Andrew Smith, (L.) '"What Makes You Act So Cruelly And Violently Towards The Children"',
(R.) 'Good/Bad Omen', Both: Mixed Media on Canvas, 2016

Andrew Smith, 'The Long Revolution', Digital Print on Canvas, 2016


And should we be missing yet more text elements, or even just the occasional shock to the system that he’s always been able to supply - Andrew also bungs in a little of those too.  It’s typical of him to title an almost decorative concoction, (including significant portions of neon pink), after the incorporated found text, “What Makes You Act So Cruelly And Violently Towards The Children?”  Just when you thought it was safe to start thinking about Matisse…


Andrew Smith, 'The New School', Acrylic & Digital Print on Canvas, 2016


I have another, rather particular feeling of engagement with certain of Andrew’s pieces in ‘A Minor Place’, and one that links to my own work.  Earlier this year, before the opportunity to mount this show arose, I pitched to him the idea of a collaborative project in which we would effectively re-work or reinterpret each other’s work.  In contemporary music parlance - it was a kind of remix project, I suppose.  We discussed possible approaches, and began tentative work on a document - initially as an attempt to agree some parameters, but which showed every sign of becoming an ever expanding, absurdist artifact in its own right.


Andrew Smith, 'Fracker', Acrylic & Digital Print on Canvas, 2015


Ever the compartmentaliser – I had mentally parked the idea in the interim, choosing instead to focus on our three-handed venture with Shaun.  However, Andrew’s practice, (and possibly his thought processes), appear to unfold in a more organic and less inhibited manner than mine.  Close examination of certain pieces in the show, as we hung it, revealed recognisable elements from my ‘Vestige’ series, either as an underlying visual texture - as in ‘The New School’, or bobbing to the surface in recontextualised fragments - as in ‘Fracker’.  Apart from my enjoyment of both those pieces on their own terms, this immediately detonated thought bombs in my own mind, regarding resumption of our original scheme.


Andrew Smith, 'Divining Of The Fumes', Acrylic & Digital Print on Canvas, 2016


Fully expecting a possible short Post-‘AMP’ lay-off, to recharge my creative batteries, I instead find my mind racing over forthcoming possibilities.  I’ve already pried ‘The New School’ from Andrew’s grasp, with a view to continuing the nascent dialogue it represents, and have embarked on a process of reading/research, inspired by the painting’s title as well as its visual content.  Clearly, I’m tempting fate by making public such aspirations, but good intentions and a sense of motivation can only be positives - can’t they?  We’ll see…

Anyhow, I hope I’ve already thanked those who deserve special mention, a couple of posts back, (with apologies to anyone I missed).  So it only remains to thank Shaun and Andrew for being at least two-thirds of the enterprise, in the first place; and for contributing work that was a pleasure to behold, as well as a stimulus to new thoughts.  Before finally leaving Studley, we reflected, over a pint, on how the whole thing felt like a very positive experience.  A large factor in that is, I believe, the fact that it unfolded as a properly equitable three-way split of effort expended and benefits gained.  Cheers, fellas…




[1.]:  For what it’s worth, I’m now the proud owner of Shaun’s little painting, ‘The Wait’.  It’s a piece that struck a chord with me when I first saw it, in Bromsgrove – and did again in Studley.

[2.]:  It’s there in spades, in Disney’s Wall-E character, - a brave little functionary - not so far removed from Shaun’s road sweeper, after all.  And there’s obviously a long, noble SF tradition of robots with personality.  Today, even as the likely, or less likely, implications of robotics and A.I. unfold before our eyes – the viability/desirability of sex with robots is one of the most often (if glibly) conjectured possibilities.  Could there be any greater evidence of humanity’s drive to blur the distinction between the biological and the mechanical?

[3.]:  Reminding me of my late father’s habit of referring to any vehicle he owned as ‘She’, for instance.

[4.]:  Paul Farley and Michael Symmons Roberts, ‘Edgelands: Journeys Into England’s True Wilderness’, London, Jonathan Cape, 2011.

[5.]:  Patrick Keiller (Dir.), ‘Robinson In Space’, UK, Konink Productions/BBC/BFI, 1997.

[6.]:  Although I now find I was slightly wide of the mark in my assumptions about their generation.  It appears Andrew began text-first, with found descriptions of stock film footage, before attempting to visualize them with his overlaid stock stills.  It is thus, a somewhat more layered and translated process than I originally realised.  But, of course!

[7.]:  It seems too delicious that this piece was actually purchased, on the night of our Private View, by a gentleman who once worked on designing Birmingham’s now sadly demolished Central Library.  Spooky!




Monday, 8 February 2016

Shaun Morris: 'The Lie Of The Land' At Artrix, Bromsgrove



Shaun Morris, 'Cargo', Oil On Canvas, 2015


After a couple of missed opportunities, I finally got around to viewing Shaun Morris’ recent paintings, by visiting his ‘The Lie Of The Land’ exhibition at Bromsgrove’s Artrix Live Venue, the other weekend.  Unfortunately, I can’t recommend you also beat a path to Bromsgrove, (much as I enjoyed the trip), as the show has now closed.  However, I believe Shaun is planning another exhibition in Wolverhampton, soon, and I’ll attempt to post some advance notice of that one as and when I know the details.  Anyway, I’ve wanted to catch up with these paintings for a while, - having looked at them on screens for several months already.  As ever, I was happy to find there was far more to them than meets the eye in pixelated form.  It’s just yet another reminder (were one needed) that, were paintings are concerned, the real power lies within the thing itself.



Artrix, Bromsgrove, January 2016


Because this first-hand encounter is still fairly fresh in my mind, and even though you won't be able to check whether or not I’m talking nonsense, for a few weeks at least, - it still seems worth taking the time to reflect on the work in a little more depth here.  What follows are a series of my thoughts, (in no particular order), based on the hasty notes I 
scribbled on the day…


Shaun Morris, 'The Lie Of The Land', Artrix, Bromsgrove, January 2016

  • As already mentioned, Shaun’s previous engagement with nocturnal views of the often-overlooked zones beneath the road infrastructure of the West Midlands has now tightened in on the heavy goods vehicles that regularly come to rest there.  The setting is still a distinctly subterranean dimension of deep shadow and artificial illumination, - a place of both melancholy and some foreboding, in fact.  However, whereas before, we found ourselves wandering into a kind of abandoned labyrinthine lair, now we must confront its slumbering denizens. 

  • In the (chiascuro) light of this, it’s interesting how Shaun’s focus-shift from both the expansive and sub/immersive aspects of the environment, - to what are essentially portraits of inanimate objects found within it, sets up a noticable alteration in both pictorial concerns and emotional responses evoked.


Shaun Morris, 'The Lie Of The Land', Artrix, Bromsgrove, January 2016

  • It’s difficult not to imagine the dreams of the drivers slumbering in many of those darkened cabs, or even to project certain anthropomorphic or animalistic traits onto the machinery itself.  I suppose it’s also inevitable that we are drawn to certain, more stereotypical views of the haulage game, - be it via a freewheeling romance-of-the-road, or the rather more sinister motivations sometimes suspected of truck drivers.

  • In more painterly terms, these subjects seem to bring out the best in Shaun’s handling of oil paint.  On odd occasions in the past, I’ve had a sense that his enviably energetic and un-laboured brushwork could, (excuse the pun), fly over the monumental, concrete structures and elevated carriageways he sought to describe, with insufficient weight or gravity to completely capture their solid geometry.  There is, of course, always a fine line between painterly freedom and dead-handed stolidity, but here, the best aspects of Shaun’s deft brushwork feel well harnessed within the mechanical and coach-built geometries of his chosen subjects.  It’s as though down-scaling and intensifying things subject-wise, has disciplined his brush just enough, whilst still allowing scope for some impressively economic and bravura sleights of hand.


Shaun Morris, 'The Machine', Oil On Canvas, 2015

  • A good example of this would be the painting ‘Cargo’, - a simple enough profile of a flat-bed truck, but one in which the geometry of the lorry’s structure, and especially the volumes of the recycling bins on board, are described with really effective economy.  Another would be ‘The Machine’, which depicts a massive piece of laid-up road grading equipment.  It’s impossible not to associate its shape with some immense prehistoric, Sauropod, or to be struck by the dynamic compositional device of its truncated zig-zig ‘neck’.  Equally impressive though, is the way Shaun deals with the mechanical complexity of the machine’s supporting caterpillar tracks.  With a few controlled flicks of the brush, he delineates a subject that might have easily become bogged down in over-descriptive detail, but never loses the sense that what we are really looking at are huge lumps of steel and hydraulics.

  • Another major departure from recently preceding work is the re-expansion of Shaun’s palette.  His Stolen Car’ and ‘Black Highway’ cycles were largely saturated with the sickly yellows, violets and oranges of contemporary street lighting, - something that capitalised on a queasy, alien ambiance very familiar to most urbanites and inter-city travellers.  It also lent the exhibitions devoted to them a certain visual unity [1.].  These truck paintings revel in a much wider range of colours however, - demonstrating that such artificial illumination can be evoked in a variety of daring and expressive chromatic juxtapositions.  I suspect it also has much to do with the relationship between these light conditions and photography.


Shaun Morris, 'The Yard 2', Oil On Canvas, 2015

  • This is sometimes revealed in each truck’s surroundings as much as in the individual subjects themselves.  ‘The Yard 2’ situates a relatively anonymous, white tractor unit on a surface of jangling acid green and cerise pink, - all chopped into wedges by a jagged network of shadows; then backs it with the reddish glow of distant fencing.  ‘Cargo’, pulls off a similar trick, (this modestly-sized painting actually pulls a lot of weight, in several respects), by pitching an equally daring, plane of saturated blue and red, with the glowing yellows of the truck’s load [2.].


Shaun Morris, 'Under The Bridge', Oil On Canvas, 2015

  • Shaun’s still not averse to giving a painting an overall colour key on occasion, - it’s just that the range is now wider.  ‘Under The Bridge’ features two parked cabs, overlapping in a kind of ‘push-me-pull-you’, Janus-like configuration.  The eerie turquoise light that soaks everything accentuates the strangeness of this motif, evoking the alienated melancholy of ‘ships that pass in the night’, in my mind. 

Shaun Morris, 'The Depot 2', Oil On Canvas, 2014

  • However, the show’s most audacious explosion of colour comes in ‘The Depot 2’.  Here, dispensing with the dense blocks of shadow that characterise every other piece, Shaun suffuses his entire canvas in the radiance of a startling, deep pink sky, and the brilliant yellows of the illuminated ground.  Cutting through all this is the bright orange vertical of a bridge support, providing an important compositional device, and totally dominating the lone truck, parked beneath it.  The latter is reduced to little more than an anonymous, red shape, and feels totally subsumed within its irradiated environment.  Much of this is then reflected in the foreground canal surface, where Shaun takes all that eye-popping colour down a notch or two, through a range of sumptuous crimsons and purples.  It takes some skill to pull off something like that without resorting to cloying prettiness, or mere self-justifying spectacle.  Actually, it’s the kind of thing Peter Doig might get away with, and you could write a short thesis on the effective use of a close-toned, analogous colour range from this one painting alone.


Shaun Morris, (L-R): 'The Beast', 'King Of The Road', 'Auto Portrait',
All Oil On Canvas, 2015

  • For all this emphasis on vivid hue, it’s also worth noting those situations in which Shaun knocks-back and unifies his colours behind thin veils of fluid paint.  This is particulary notable in 'The Yard' and ‘Under The Bridge’, where dribbles of grubby turps not only modulate chromatic impact, but also supply a variety of expressive filter.  The idea of road grime is, of course, completely appropriate to his subject.  One painting is even entitled ‘Dirty From The Rain’.


Shaun Morris, (L-R): 'The Road', 'The Tyres Rushing By In The Rain',
'Time On The Tachometer', All Oil On Canvas, 2015

  • A facility with the atmospheric potential of a meagre paint application can also be seen in several of the delightful, small studies that accompany the larger canvases.  These are generally handled with admirable economy, and yet achieve a surprising emotional heft, not least through their intimate scale.  ‘The Road', ‘The Tyres Rushing By In The Rain’ and ‘Time On The Tachometer’ work particularly well, with their subjects emerging like lonely apparitions from an almost sub-aquatic, greenish light.  It's all achieved with a few insubstantial wipes of transparent paint across a clearly visible canvas weave.


Shaun Morris, 'The Beast', Oil On Canvas, 2015

  • I now realise to what extent my own response to these paintings is shaped by their investment, of what are, on the surface, depictions of workaday subjects, with a powerful range of expressive qualities.  These really do operate as portraits, - with each seeming to encapsulate a particular set of characteristics or ‘personality’ traits.  Thus, the truly intimidating ‘Night Trucking’ looms from the darkness in extreme perspective, with a genuine air of challenge.  It’s also a miracle of how to delineate an immense presence with a minimum of visual information, and again, speaks eloquently of the relationship between painting and photography.  Elsewhere, the study ‘The Beast’ juxtaposes a dark truck, against a brilliant yellow façade, as it enters from the right like a sinister intruder.  This piece also represents an impactful inversion of the customary figure-ground relationship.


Shaun Morris, 'Night Trucking', Oil On Canvas, 2015

  • Another study, ‘The Wait’ triggers a completely different personal response in me.  It’s a charming little piece that integrates a foreground truck cab with the interlocking shapes of its background very pleasingly.  There’s a kind of modest innocence about this image, which reminds me slightly of the Ladybird or ‘Observer’s’ series book illustrations of my childhood.  It was then that my fascination first emerged, with the huge lorries my father would identify during car journeys.   It was a world of simple, boyish wonder at big machines, long before I’d ever heard of product miles, carbon footprints or harmful particulates.  It may also explain why, however hokey it might sound, - I have absolutely no problem with the idea of simply painting pictures of lorries.


Shaun Morris, 'The Wait', Oil On Canvas, 2015


I first met Shaun Morris in 2012, when he invited me to participate in a group show he was helping to organize in Birmingham.  Over the intervening years he has amassed what amounts to a significant vision of his own West Midlands homeland.  It is sharply focused, in terms of its subject matter and geographical locus, (the majority of these paintings still originating from a few choice locations beneath the M5 at West Bromwich, I believe), but increasingly varied in terms of its expressive implications.  It’s also one largely devoid of overt conceptualism, but full of powerful resonances, - communicated through the direct, and enduring means of good old oil paint. 

Originally, we were invited to join him, in somewhat detached reflection, beneath one of the main arteries that are so synonymous with the region.  Now we find that the dynamic world of commerce and movement passing above our heads has its own downtimes and moments of reflection too.  Wandering amongst its representatives at rest, it seems they carry, not only physical cargoes, - but a range of potential associations and meanings too.


Shaun Morris, (L-R): 'Study For The Machine', Unknown, 'The Wait'.  All Oil On Canvas, 2015


I, for one, would love to see a mixed exhibition of the motorway pieces and these truck paintings hung together.  However, I appreciate the implied scale of such a show could be difficult to negotiate, and Shaun can hardly be accused of slacking in terms of trying to get his work out there, even as things stand.  Whatever the future holds, I hope he’ll continue to shame me, both with the sheer quantity and integrity of the work he produces, and in the number of opportunities he offers to view it.



[1.]:  I wouldn’t want to over-stress this point, - there was always room for the occasional green or bluish canvas; but these tended to be the exception that proved the rule.

[2.]:  That red/blue/yellow primary triad can be the bluntest of tools, but Shaun manages to create something that glows rather than glares, by carefully scattering limited accents of primary red amongst roughly equal proportions of yellow and blue, then allowing them all to sing out of the darkness.