Giacometti at Tate Modern; Venice
Biennale 2017
Giacometti
One can understand why the
existentialists liked Giacometti. His schtick is stick people; and what art
could be more eloquent about the fragility, almost Nothingness of Being (Le
Neant in Sartre’s phrase), yet still suggesting movement and thereby human
potential? Survivors of concentration camp and gulag, but striding rather than
staggering.
But one can only take so much
stick. Unappreciative, in the end, of the finer distinctions between, and the
individual merits of, the multitudinous stick sculptures, my preference went to
Giacometti’s heads. The exhibitions curator may share this view, for the first
gallery is mostly given over to a regiment of them, in ordered deep lines.
These heads are reasonably approximate to life-size, but, reflecting
Giacometti’s different artistic preoccupations at different eras, vary greatly
from naturalistic likenesses to abstracts, some reminiscent of Easter Island
statues. Ironically it is the existentialist Simone de Beauvoir whose bust is
among the most naturalistic. One especially notices her thick hair.
The second set of heads is
rather different. They are disconcertingly shrunken, some to barely more than
matchstick size. They mostly date from the WW2 years. Why such miniaturisation?
Perhaps, prosaically, wartime rationing of materials. Giacometti himself said
that he wanted to reproduce the effect of someone seen at as distance, as a
tiny figure. (But this doesn’t quite work when the viewer and the figures are a
few inches apart. One is in the presence of the very, very small, not the
ordinary-sized at a distance.)
Perhaps a pat existentialist
take would be: just as Giacometti’s elongated figures reduce humans to
structures barely sufficient for movement, so the little busts celebrate, or
rather note, diminished human condition in wartime, diminished for many
millions to a vanishing point of non-existence.
However, as with the more
life-sized busts, Simone de Beauvoir is recognisable, and her hair still
luxuriant in miniature.
Venice in July; Biennale 2017
There is a big ongoing
debate/furore about the colossal numbers of tourists converging on Venice, and
the alleged damage caused to the delicate underwater infrastructure by the
colossal cruise ships (not to mention the temporary surges contributing to the
jammed bridges, piazzas and lanes when the ships disgorge their passengers.
(See also my Venice blogs August 2015 and July 2016.)
(I am, of course, a regular
and respectful visitor – a “tourist”? Moi? Non! (written with selfie-irony..).)
This July, we avoided the
selfie frenzy feeding near the Rialto and St Mark’s. (Queuing for tickets for
entrance to the Biennale, one noticed signs forbidding entrance to selfie
sticks.)
But I noticed a new
phenomenon about the independent visitors (ie those not part of the shuffling
tourist groups), or perhaps I newly noticed an established phenomenon. Often,
on the vaparettos to the islands, the overwhelming majority of passengers were
Japanese, Chinese or Korean. Many were young women travelling in twos or
threes, well dressed and fingering expensive smartphones – Chinese
trustafarians?
I didn’t enjoy the Biennale
as much as previous ones. Perhaps it was the sombre artistic mood that
generally prevailed – there wasn’t much wit or playfulness.
My favourites: the US
pavilion, the theme of which is destruction and decay (Why? One wonders..);
little Goya-like etchings of a desolate Mother Courage in the Romanian
pavilion; the perhaps meta-irony (if accusations are true) of a vision of a new
circle of Dante’s Hell, for cyber criminals – in the Russian pavilion.
Disappointingly, the
wonderful medieval industrial site that is the Arsenale did not have any
water-borne jeux d’esprit.
But it did have one or two things of wit – and
perhaps the most sinister figures of the Biennale. Mannequins to haunt one’s
dreams, or to crawl out of the camera’s memory card one dark night, as in a
Japanese horror film.
The British Pavilion contains
oversized and shapeless mache structures.
It is entitled “Folly”. The official
notes highlight two meanings: a “solely decorative architectural feature” (for
example, a ruined tower built as a ruined tower) and a “jovial foolishness” ( a
new one on me).
Missing from the notes is
another meaning, combining architectural overtones and a less than “jovial”
stupidity: a monumental folly. So a
good alternative title for the British exhibition would be Brexit.
July 2017
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