Silver

Page 1

silver sea sponge; terrible ancestor

there is no way of viewing junko mori’s

& now here restored argnew,

‘uncontrollable beauty; lichen cloud’ (2012) at

abattoir-aired in the old house

temple newsam house without a tapping sound

now less than house,

that plays on a looped video of sliversmithing.

now less than the white

the taps are as inescapable as the fine holes in

unnatural layer oxygen over

the objects itself, which is formed of round,

hearts. now

bubbling cells which fuse into one another. the

a commitment, not to shine,

overall shape & size, & the larger gaps between

treated with polish,

cells, mean it first resembles an ancient

a lost chequering

dinosaur skull, although viewed for texture it more closely resembles a giant sea-sponge.

full expectant; hidden moon

that the object as it is displayed here is so

behind the old owner,

inextricably bound with the means of its

my message

production sits in sharp relief with the place of

as the house crowds itself

its exhibition, temple newsam house, a stately

with its own indifferent feet —

home owned by leeds city council. i know the

i stare at walls

formula of stately homes from childhood, but

mullions on the mindseye

they now make me uncomfortable. what’s the

how becomes it that everyone

appropriate reaction? beauty? fascination?

is doing the seeing,

horror? scorn? the homes of the outrageously

everything for that

wealthy from a bygone age are monuments to a

i give, crumple a coin

way of life which has survived, & changed by

in its perspex orifice

surviving; will other people queue to get into penthouses & private islands in 2400, & so on.

emetical you; enholed skull,

the ‘chinese drawing room’ at temple

as a storm raises,

newsam ‘preserves the taste’ of lady hertford in

sink to the bottom of the sea

1828. what wa s fa shionable & e ven the

a room hung with black

eccentricities of an individual are fossilised in

fabric makes of itself in

time; copies of pieces she might have seen in

the mind. as a viewer,

london, themselves strange, distorted images of

you browse, delver into an engagement

another continent criss-crossed with rapacious

with the addulgent reciprocities

imperial trade-travel; my head swims with the

of light & flow.

levels & years through which the materials of

stop the show

the house are filtered. however, on the journey

with your anxient fear,

round the house there are also moments of

or weakness, blank-look —

time & reality; the jacobean plaster ceiling in

fine punishment for success, quisition

the dining room is warped & has worrying

required as zanic by the overalled vates

cracks like the ones in my flat. although some

in her practical drive:

of the architecture is imposing, the décor

to the slashed idiom —

verges on the silly; some 1750s ‘gothick’

to the royal assay —

w a l l p a p e r, n o w a 1 9 9 0 s c o p y, r e a d s a s

to the bank where

irremediably kitsch, as does the vast silver wine

it lies dreaming,

cooler in the dining room. bigger than a bath &

stareling into what ought

standing on its own dais arrange lengthways

to be but is not

parallel to the table, this would be packed with

flick*ring candl*light

ice & was the ‘ultimate status symbol’ in eighteenth-century houses.

fiscal undine; owlish pearl

however, most such objects were copper or

giving out part of yourself

brass, not silver, & silver was what brought me

we can’t take it

to temple newsam. the work of contemporary

even at christmas, it’s something

silversmiths mori & miriam hanid are presented

historic about mouths, omenish/

as part of the ‘showstoppers’ exhibition

open clam for the feet

alongside two elaborate eighteenth-century

of the watching art-spirit

silver centrepieces: a 1759 espergne by thomas

that is nothing if only

pitts & the 1731 ‘kirkleathem centrepiece’ by

the action of hands,

anne tanqueray & david willaume. the four

circulation like teeth

pieces share an intense detail, & the available

crossing your pillow with silver,

videos feature hanid’s informed admiration of

leavings only nightgiven ticks

the period pieces, one practitioner commenting on the skill of another.

tiny demon; working lunch

mori & hanid’s semi-abstract forms have as

tacking (into the win

much utility as objects as the eighteenth-

dhow) on, remaining

century centrepieces, which are by nature

triangular loss of nothing

inconvenient, rarefied, extravagant. they might

to mere elemental —

be used to hold condiments, flowers, or candles,

could a -sail, a -mill, a -sock

but the vast majority of the months of

be built enough to catchall

painstaking labour that went into each

in mere agonies?

individual piece had nothing to do with these

loving leaving, i retract my saying

mundane uses. instead, they contributed either

and rejoin rainpane peral

to status, thanks to the piece’s rarity & expense,

to be again demented by gloss &

or to another effect, their manipulation of light & shadow.

wan miracle; yorkshire sun

the queasy feeling of being in the stately

one day this will all

home pervaded, & at one point i wondered how

run down the side of the hill,

artists reconcile themselves with working in

molten polish spreading

silver. to make an expensive substance sing

from the mouths of follies —

while others groan under inadequate steel,

whiskey truth kneeling

stone, wood, plaster… perhaps I would not have

at the dark-old chestbedside

wondered this in a contemporary art space, or

when the servant sleeps

would not have come at the thought in the

(always) (once) (proteggled)

same way, but here the silver pieces were being

in the dim

put in the context of centrepieces for private

excuse of day.

homes. before those homes became museums

might that it would rain —

with the silver still in them, such works would

too fragile a skin

only have been viewed by wealthy owners,

like bedclothes from

guests, & servants. in fact, servants would have

some age of grandness

known the silver best, being responsible for its

time’s of destroying silk.

cleaning & care. today, this work falls to

simple servitude; eternal varnish.

museum conser vationists. so nobody

remember the time

experiences them in either the way for which

we gave back forth

they were designed or the context in which

into the agon?

they were originally experienced. silver

gentle hallucinating fears

centrepieces were made to catch the

over the opening silver rose

candlelight & create shadows on the table –

discoloured by the pale air

what are they now in an age of fluorescents? i

jobbing craft gives out

can only image the patterns that would be

a trick to make it, machinic,

produced from the middle of ‘lichen cloud’; i

unfardel — as if

picture a fat pillar candle melting at its heart,

you could build everything from

wax clogging the tiny star-pores & pooling in its

the disappointment of copper!

strange cellular crevices as the light lances the semidarkness, soft & sharp like pine needles.

violet brass; bracken ring

centrepieces had to be designed to be

announcing ultra royally

carried; they were wired an worked for low

(we could hope) to be thrown

volume. the same is true of ‘lichen cloud’ mori

against the outside, too much

says that the piece, fully a half-metre in

begging the question of

diameter, can be lifted with one with one hand.

need want practical

indeed the object appears curiously

insidious i love you loust —

insubstantial. space pushes its way out of

most disobey

substance wherever possible its tiny grains

but some give, rally on

melted together into cellular disks, the holes

as spring ruptures

breaking out of the surface like burst pimples,

messy infestious crown poring,

& the huge gaps in the network of disks giving a

the inside open to curated air

sense that this tremendously solid object has been frozen in the middle of its falling-apart.

invisible colour; crimson planet

the motion of silver is one of its most

as silver’s high-spectral, so’s

surprising aesthetic qualities. hanid describes

the heart unbudded, mazy —

her work ‘deluge’ (2009) as having been ‘chased’

yet the brain is other matter,

– this is a happy accident of terminology,

chased over its own surface

because the process of making grooves

swollen work, in the dark a likeness.

(‘chasing’) produces the piece’s sense of flow

out after idiom

which suggests a plurality of materials (fabric,

into a shift, it falls

shell, sea/waves) but determines none. she tells

mauve into grieving & giving,

us that silver reflects 98% of light & so is ideal

dogs in the baying

for such shapes. why? after all, a real deluge is

dust of the moon,

not nearly so reflective. water has much more

lunar caustic

colour, & a wider range of colours; in a real

rivering away that feeling

deluge/flood, water is brown, or else black &

with plentiful tarnish,

grey. try to apprehend flow by looking at a river,

perfect in the fit eyes of

or letting a silk scarf fall through your hands, &

collecting everything

you experience the flow of the substance, but

waveform, modestly

what silver reflects back to us is almost all of

recompelling itself around

the material reality of flow. but here, nothing is

responsive materials, & so:

flowing, which is how we are able to consider the idea of flow.

planetary reunion; certain stately

the last piece of contemporary work

library of defenders —

encountered on the prescribed route around

early spring in north wales

the house is mori’s ‘silver poetry; spring fever

the perfected waiting of the antho

ring’ (2014). inspired by the 31-syllable tanka, a

logic when anthro

japanese poetic form, the piece depicts 31 early

has nothing to ’pologise for

spring plants found in north wales, where mori

to the wild crabs, hermit grasses,

lives. unlike the almost insubstantial lichen

rustling birds

cloud, the ‘silver poetry ring’, although the size

& trees wheeling overhead

of a relatively modest christmas wreath, weighs

as underfoot the total wealth of all festivals

nine kilograms. the place where the last part

reburdens itself, crosses & recrossed

was joined to the first remains a secret as heavy

threshes of all invented value falling over their

as the centrepiece, giving weight to the house,

hold

the exhibit, & all its archaic services.

‘Showstoppers – Silver Centrepieces’ runs at Temple Newsam House in Leeds, 13th May – 15th October.


Turn static files into dynamic content formats.

Create a flipbook
Issuu converts static files into: digital portfolios, online yearbooks, online catalogs, digital photo albums and more. Sign up and create your flipbook.