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The best news from Christchurch is that the High Street Project has
re-appeared in its third incarnation and location, on the second floor
of 130 Hereford Street. In the same week of April as the first show there,
Jonathan Smart marked another significant survival landmark, ten years
in business, with Gregor, a disappointingly quiet, seen-most-of-it-before
group show. Earlier in the year Grant Bambury opened for business as
the newest central city dealer, with a bang provided by generous quantities
of wine and roses. The predominance of conservative, best-of-the-CSA
painting so far, though, has been less attention grabbing.
The art I'd choose to mention before its appearance slips too far back came up
in venues a little outside the usual Manchester St/High St/Arts Centre round.
Over Xmas, a publicly visible submission-time artschool piece, Rae Culbert's
conceptualist amalgam of two strains of roadside displayed kiwiana craft (homemade
mail boxes (rawer than Jeff Smith) and outsize produce or product (less advertising
gimmick than Phil Price)) was an obscurely placed highlight worthy of note. His
monster mailbox, made from a concrete mixer's bowl with a stop sign for a pick-up
flag (on Ilam Road opposite the University carpark), was gymnastically followed
up by a light-as-air white balloon installation whipped up and then ceremoniously
popped to close High Street's last High Street site.
Above all, "Whtt" by Melissa Macleod (2-5 April) and Meanwhile by
Vanessa Jack (2-11) opened in the same week to make a clearly significant separate,
double bill for me; for one thing because these were follow ups to two particular
personal highlights of my last year (Macleod's Rock Your World at The
Physics Room and Jack's Squint in the former Hop Yick Cheong building).
Vanessa Jack presented "Meanwhile" at the usually poorly publicised
University of Canterbury Fine Arts School Gallery. In that context it was a what-I've-done-since-school,
long cool look that she took at something grim in the outskirts and at the heart
of Christchurch. Three large, abutted lightboxes on one end of the gallery's
external wall made windows onto the flat suburbs beyond. The view was of dull
grey skies and the emptily normal. Three photographs were unflattering but compelling,
unfussily direct representations within the academic gallery of the "real
world"; candid snaps of the residential city's limits, the ends of flight
paths, the grazing space for ponies. This was an unforced sampling of the banal,
neatly composed in a way that vivified but added no greater mystery than to heighten
our attention to something locally familiar.
Meanwhile, Vanessa Jack, School of Fine Arts Gallery, Canterbury
University
With that which I would mostly turn away from, for no reason other than
that there is no reason to look, she held my attention: a couple in the
distance over
a carless avenue, walking away with a pushchair. The "generalised pathos" that
Susan Sontag diagnoses as common to any frozen moment of time past urged on the
proliferation of interpretations that matched deadpan the number of ways of thinking
about the whole world outside.
In Whtt (pronounced as a clipped gust while placing upper front teeth
on lower lip, stopped with a flick of the tongue on and off the mouth's roof)
Melissa Macleod transformed the first floor of the former High Street Project
venue (all of it except that which had been the gallery space) in a playful but
elaborately crafted way. Letting the building sing like a swan for its last days,
she opened to the public an airy array of sculptural renovations. Concertina
bellows wheezily piped air where our passage through doors squeezed or pulled
them. A set of double doors spun their heads like possessed ballerinas on an
axis that had been the line along which they opened . The floors of two front
office rooms were pulled off the underlying beams and suspended whole, not quite
balanced on pulleys. Like a situationist daydream of a malleable mansion the
rooms and their layouts were remade to make us contemplatively yet participatorily
aware of their being-in-themselves (as opposed to their usual, invisible, in-use
being-at-hand). "This work was made for computer - not people" her
handout qualified, as Macleod primarily intended this as a set to be filmed for
use in a work to appear later in the year on the website Spatial
State of A and B.
Jon Bywater
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