Showing posts with label Precarious Circumstances. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Joanne Hewko - Review of Precarious Circumstances by Debora Alanna - first published 6 April 2013 on Exhibit-v

Saturday, April 6, 2013


Precarious Circumstances ( Joanne Hewko )

Joanne Hewko
Precarious Circumstances

12 March – 6 April 2013
Gallery 1580
1580 Cook Street
Victoria BC
Review by Debora Alanna
For details on Joanne Hewko’s practice, see her interview here: http://exhibit-v.blogspot.ca/2013/04/joanne-hewko-intervied-by-debora-alanna.html
This review concerns the work of Joanne Hewko, one of the artists in the two person show, Precarious Circumstances at the Gallery 1580 Gallery in Victoria
Joanne Hewko extracts intensity, transforms life experience into fueled insistence, some constituents of loss clarified and enlarged. She translates her experience of precarious circumstance into five glimpses of her emerging might made of charcoal on thick, ample paper sheets, with chalk, and acrylic resist, floor wax. Predominantly, charcoal fusain. Hewko charges as forcefully as Susan Rothenberg’s horses or ravens, a more singular story telling that William Kittredge, leading us through a living memory.
The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.
― C.G. Jung

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Artist: Joanne Hewko
Title: “Gravitas”
Media: graphite powder, floor wax, charcoal, white chalk
Size: 38”x 50”
Date: Autumn 2011
Hewko’s veins encase a charcoal sphere, humane. Wielding significance is suspended, tilted to emulate the precarious posture of the unknown, which enables shadows.Gravitas appears from the unseen, wavers in the unwarranted, entreating with an inflection. Senselessness swung, immense, nearly one way, not close darkly, stolid - the pitch contingent on what is unfathomable. Hewko’s dignity weighs pendulously, encapsulated.
As his eyes rested upon her, he was struck by her strangely ethereal appearance. She seemed suddenly to have dissolved into the tenuous substance of a dream, and as he continued to gaze upon her, she faded slowly from his sight. ~ Chapter X: Kar Komak, the Bowman. Thuvia, Maid of Mars. 1920. Edgar Rice Burroughs. [1]
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Title: “Tenuous, At Best”
Media: graphite powder, floor wax, charcoal, white chalk
Size: 38”x 50”
Date: Autumn 2011
Hewko depicted a downward swing with Gravitas, while Tenuous, At Best is upheaval rising. She draws on unsubstantiated conviction netted to sustain what cannot remain. Grief councillors use balloons to help the bereaved symbolically release attachment to a loved one. In Hewko’s drawing, all influence is draw together and held. Here, Hewko gathers the promise of memories, like Louise Bourgeois’ Maman gathered her eggs. Potential horded.
Indubitable is Hewko’s appreciation of dilution with time. Time tethers, calculating fragile holds. And the possibilities that were available, in life, in causality are tenuous, at best.
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Artist: Joanne Hewko
Name: “Barometer”
Media: graphite powder, floor wax, charcoal, white chalk
Size: 38”x 50”
Date: Autumn 2011
The poet may be used as a barometer, but let us not forget that he is also part of the weather. ~ Lionel Trilling (American Literary Critic, Author and Teacher. 1905-1975).
Hewko’s Barometer is the isolated bulk and darkness of despair centered on her drawing, absorbing the viewer. You can almost hear a hiss as the sharp cloud points puncture the solid gloom bottom, with effervescing escaping. With a Robert Morris/Jeroen Witvliet influence marking thunderous oppression, Hewko succeeds in individualizing her imagery.
With the weight of hovering stillness, she articulates significance of loss, obstinacy buoyant with a smidgeon of spirited underbelly. She ascertains and draws a delicate intercession where globules assert, desert the deprecation of death, as in a chemical or electrical conduction, some substrate, a protected area, isolated, a confidence.
Barometer is instrumentation for a sustained weathering, change, or imminent change pressurized, levitating a deadening attitude, the height and distance the segregation of heart and spirit can figure while allowing the paroxysm of elation with gaseous flutter to be more powerful than death.
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Artist: Joanne Hewko
Title: “Small Mercies”
Media: graphite powder, floor wax, charcoal, white chalk
Size: 38”x 50”
Date: Autumn 2011
Small Mercies is a close up look at the beauty and beast in Hewko’s Barometer. We are shown the implacable mourning with the tender fizzy life and tickle interacting to challenge what is overbearing, the weighty mass of grief. Using chalk to carbonate, minute optimal life-giving forms transgress grief’s ascendancy, ejecting hope. Hewko’s work is her mien - the poignant disruption and sensitive, mood and spirit edification. She gives herself clemency from bereavement.
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Artist: Joanne Hewko
Title: “Grace”
Media: graphite powder, floor wax, charcoal
Size: 22”x 30”
Date: Spring 2011
Hewko’s Grace is an asymmetrical embellishment, vague, a sheer hammock, or a pubis covering composed of elongated diamonds. The netting between nonexistent supports, whether for human recline or as a garment, or a theological call for mercy, Grace is self-conscious, as grace should be.
Although Hewko produced Grace a couple of seasons prior to the trauma depicted in the work above, including this piece in the exhibition shows the precariousness of suspended belief, predicating the scourge of the other work. And yet it is also a circumnavigation of understanding and implication, a resolve and teeter for future experiences into the realm of mortality. Without grace, we could be a casualty too. Hewko demonstrates how perilous responses to death, the impact of loss on existence can be absolute without the delicate potency of grace.


[1] http://www.gutenberg.org/files/72/72-h/72-h.htm

Review - Precarious Circumstances - Sarah Cowan by Debora Alanna first published on 6 April 2013 on Exhibit-v

Saturday, April 6, 2013


Precarious Circumstances ( Sara Cowan )

Sarah Cowan  Precarious Circumstances
Gallery 1580
1580 Cook St
Victoria BC
Review by Debora Alanna
Read a transcription Sarah Cowan’s interview with Debora Alanna here: http://exhibit-v.blogspot.ca/2013/03/sarah-cowan-interview-with-debora-alanna.html
Precarious Circumstances is a two person show. This review is concerned with Sarah Cowan’s work in this exhibition.
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For surely it is time that the effect of disencouragement upon the mind of the artist should be measured, as I have seen a dairy company measure the effect of ordinary milk and Grade A milk upon the body of the rat. They set two rats in cages side by side, and of the two one was furtive, timid and small, and the other was glossy, bold and big. Now what food do we feed women as artists upon?
~ Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
As scientist Sheldon H. Geller explains, “scientific research cannot prove anything…it disproves error.” By contrast, the perceptive artist learns how to repeat and magnify his errors in order to create his own distinctive style for sharing new truth.
ABC of Prophecy: Understanding the Environment, Barrington Nevitt, 1985, pg. 77
There are messages whose codes seem sometimes to be without a key, streaming away from our grasp. Yet through these apparently haphazard infusions, we apprehend the mystery thrall. It is this pulse that moves us ever deeper into those interpenetrating moments where intimations of new mythologies begin.
Mystic Trudeau: The Fire and the Rose, B.W. Powe, Thomas Allen Publishers, Toronto, Ontario, 2007. pg. 178-9
Sarah Cowan (Houghton) shares her truth, with a universally accessible medium, paper, cutting in herself, as her part of the two person exhibition, Precarious Circumstances. This version of her truth is new to us. A departure from her previous intensely minute diary drawings/paintings, they are the papery feeling Sylvia Plath wrote about in her poem, Cut. ('O my homunculus, I am ill,/ I have taken a pill to kill/ the thin papery feeling.) Cowan simultaneously cuts out her streams of consciousness while feeding us what cannot be measured. Ironically, Cowan’s work is meticulous, succinct in size, length, fit within the gallery architecture. Codes that become pulse points.
Cowan cut the same forms from single sheets of white paper to create a module, connecting one to another, and repeating the process forming consistent verticals traversing of material suspensions, many throughout the gallery space. Sometimes they break as people weave between the hung streams. Cowan says she doesn’t mind. She says they evoke cellular structure, as round shapes might. These are the negative of a cell, vacant capsules; empty spaces strung together, an interconnectivity of the cellular void intact and together.
Resolute, repetitive, fragile paper cut-out tresses suspended from the Gallery 1580 ceiling to the floor evoke fantasy, nostalgia, for many, Cowan says. Her interpretive intimations of inscrutability, profoundly wispy and tenuous, that would be a feeling, fleeting and nearly indiscernible, Cowan magnifies for our experience.
Paper cutting, cutting as drawing has a substantial tradition. Crafted paper cutting by Mexicans, papel picado. German paper cut art is scherenschnitte, areknippen – Netherlands, monkiri  by the Japanese, and guajian in China or k’e-chih, Chinese paper carving. Polish paper cuts - wycinanki. Psaligraphy is paper cut silhouette. Frenchdécouper. Mattise, famously relied on paper cutting in the last decade of his life.
Contemporary artists using this medium including Tomoko Ishida, Ayuk Kuperus, Yuko Takada Keller, cut paper to make installations, using multiples and monochromes as Cowan does. They too occupy rooms. Cowan’s work, unlike the mentioned artists uses the outline of the circles cut out to assert form. This is significant. She asserts what was as having form. Her cavities have structure; take their own shape, mutated by the hanging, yet the remnants assert over and over.
Peril lived becomes a condition, the repetition of scored living, incidents circling and dangling. Cowan chose white paper for her work, which colours shadows well. She develops mystery and distraction, holding the audience captive, and in awe of beauteous equivalency that is vulnerability bared.
Cowan’s strength in this document to her sharpness is her resolute work practice, her indomitable rendering of personal history’s endowment that translates into ‘mystery’s thrall’ (Mystic Trudeau: The Fire and the Rose, B.W. Powe – see quote above) giving advantage to her enlivening structure. Walking through Sarah Cowan’s work is walking within wonder. She suspends time, and her beauty as Precarious Circumstances is unquantifiable. What a nourishing feeling.
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