2020.05.16 – 2020.07.12
Guan Xiao:8 stories
In Guan Xiao’s solo exhibition entitled 8 Stories held at the Antenna Space, the artist employs characters with mere identities, undefinable appearances and exhaustive rhetorics to decorate a balanced state free of conflicts. In terms of image references and textual descriptions of the works, movies, paintings, literature, symbols, customs, fairy tales, the everyday, all have provided inspirations to the visuality and content of the works, while industrial, handcrafted, readymade and natural objects constitute the final aesthetics of the works in terms of material and form.
All kinds of elements roll towards the exhibition space like coal balls for the sake of an abstract metric. None of these elements is more important than the others, and there isn’t a first or a last one in them; There’s no dualism or separation, nor dominance or subordination. The artist breaks down these elements using a homogeneous force and piece them together using the same uniform force to let them inhabit one object, one room peacefully, just like the quotidian state of existence of these objects in a flattened and homogenised context. If something is tender, then harden it with materials; if something is beautiful, then dress it down with kitsch; if something is real, then make it fictive through artificiality; if something is flat, then texturise it with craftsmanship; if something is natural, then make it industrial using technology; if something is concrete, then give it abstraction by removing it from its original contexts……heterogenous, then cancel its incongruence with rhetorics, in order to achieve a balanced state free of conflicts.
In the exhibition, the group of human form sculptures titled with different identities is the continuation of the artist’s monolith sculptures. They are all homogenised and free of conflicts regardless of materials, making or image, striving to become identical as a common devisor from the whole. They are three-dimensional collages in a post-image age as well as anthropomorphic totems of early modernism; they not only follow the logic of sculpture but also possess an aura of the readymade; they are presented as concrete individual human forms and defined as an abstract collective identity at the meantime. They are the protagonists of the exhibition narrative yet remain anonymous to let social identities enter the stage and replace the biological individual—— eight individuals (or rather “characters”, “identities”) with no name but only identities (or they should rather be called “types” or “categories”). Names are obliged to recount stories, while identities need merely common sense, a standard explanation conceived by social context or cultural framework through descriptive words. The artist transforms homogenised states of existence into average visual rhetorics——the components of these sculptures adhere to one another while also appear to be coming apart, each leaving for their own destiny; they present an uncanny strangeness, yet indeed trying to configure the same symbol; they stand upright noticeably upon themselves, while sharing a visual and textual similarity; they are eight separate individuals and a collective of eight identities in the meantime; they are united under the same social system as a collective with their entirely different social roles. But they never are any kind of effect or spectacle, because the artist didn’t stack these elements up or polish them to form a perfect whole, instead, she is engaged in a kind of rhetoric for them to stay in the same room, to present some kind of seeming correctness conjured by an egalitarian logic —— because this kind of correctness is based on an entirely different yet generally similar illusion resulted by a collectivised existence.
If the flattened rhetoric has resulted in the kind of disappearance of the individual and an obscured, totalised and identified collective narrative, then what the LULU BIRD and palette exhibited in this exhibition bring is an undefinability of appearances and identities themselves. Is the LULU BIRD a person that looks like these human form sculptures, or a sculpture in the shape of a hat? Is the palette really a painting, or a sculpture or object made up of paint and palette? Is LULU BIRD a character or an event? Is the palette an inspiration about the impressionist paintings or a contemporary variation of the abstract and minimal?
The palette may be regarded as an illustration of the aesthetic rhetoric of this exhibition —— the artist replaced spray painting with hand drawing to make the instrument of paint become a painting, just like the average rhetoric gives this exhibition a particular appearance.
These works are exhaustive in their rhetorics, because none of these elements is obedient, and yet they are mixed together by the artist using all kinds of materials and methods, providing a visually pleasing sensation; this exhibition is as even as possible, because all the conflicts are juxtaposed equally through collage and factual description. This is a rhetoric in a juxtaposing manner in a homogenised world, using individuals with only identities but no names to form an assemblage in the exhibition or social space. It lets all the elements to be present, while taking their presence away in their collective existence. It makes things become everything and nothing; it obscures the nature of things into ambivalence and nihilation; it gears connections towards seamlessness, it also drives connections towards being void. (Text by: Luan Zhichao)
Installation Views
Artworks
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Guan Xiao, Hazel, 2020
Pigmented bronze, porcelain, motorcycle parts, dried flowers
110 (L) x 41 (W) x 150 (H) cm
It always spins like this, at a uniform and high speed and accompanied by a low humming. The sound keeps spreading and accumulating as quantity starts to push it to roll. Day after day.
Little by little, the trajectory cuts the sound off, leading to two pieces of round ground.
It rolls, to the end of the ground. There’s no peers or rivals. Day after day.
Eventually the round grounds start to spin, respectively. No longer are they a symbiont. Instead, they are three pals. One day, the ground pauses, so transiently that it’s almost undetectable. Instantly, it falls into the crack of uniform time, tumbling out of the edge which seems would roll forever. Falling, down and down.
Until one day it keeps moving on in a linear manner and the gravitation pulls (draws) out the soles.作品信息Information -
Guan Xiao, Catcher, 2020
Pigmented bronze, motorcycle parts
50 (L) x 33 (W) x 180 (H) cm
Dew drops slide down, silently, and leaves waver. Fluffy grasses also quiver, gently.
Dust starts to fly up from the ground. Pollens are everywhere. Plants try very hard to launch their seeds high up into the sky. Hairs and spores float around in the air…
Butterflies flap their wings. Crustaceans and arthropod insects waggle their tentacles. Rattlesnakes rattle their tails. Frogs swiftly wind up their legs. Antelopes stretch out their muscular legs to run and leap… Under the backdrop of a microworld, body movements seem rough and even a bit clumsy. Like a spoon churning in the sea of molecules, it constantly cuts the world apart. It is as dense as the bullets shot from a heavy machine gun into a serene lake. The irresistible sense of beauty is instantly shielded, like sound to be devoured by the water: a passivated single-channel tranquility, leaving a world teeming with clues.
However, the catcher hops within the field so skillfully that it perfectly avoids each and every crack. As a matter of fact, rather than hopping, it’s more like a ball hit back and forth, attached to a moving surface and trying its best to cooperate as if for the sake of soothing them… It fluctuates along with the wavy lines, vibrates the polylines, drops and rises the parabola… Beyond the moving part, it’s absolute stillness. In other words, it moves in a static manner. Its body becomes a bag to collect smells. It will work as long as it’s open.作品信息Information -
Guan Xiao, Petting-Er, 2020
青铜,丙烯烤色,摩托车零件,麻绳,螺旋线圈
Pigmented bronze, motorcycle parts, ropes, spirals
65 (L) x 30 (W) x 165 (H) cm
He always wakes up in the middle of the night. The pub downstairs, despite its flat business, is open as always. The blue neon lights adorn his room as fancy as the sea. At such moments, he’d install one of his mechanical arms, get out of bed, open the refrigerator and take a swig of KT52. He’s never used to its weird taste. “Ew”, he grimaces and goes to the bathroom.
The tub is full of water, which looks slightly sparkling in the darkness. Like usual, he sits down by the tub, stretching out his silvery metal arm to fumble in the water. After a while he picks up a shimmering blue ball. He dries the ball carefully with a towel, takes it to the bed, spin in, and embrace the dreamland again with the ball in his arm.作品信息Information -
Guan Xiao, Storm Rider, 2020
Pigmented bronze, motorcycle parts, artificial flowers
45 (L) x 45 (W) x 200 (H) cm
A rainy night. Dream.
Along with the damp whisperings,
there she comes.
The dreamland is split up with a swing of the sword within the lightning.作品信息Information -
Guan Xiao, Game Boy, 2020
Pigmented bronze, porcelain, motorcycle parts, dried flowers
57 (L) x 33 (W) x 163 (H) cm
Within the cracks of the giant rock lie sighs.
When the noonday sun almost erases the shadow of minaret completely from the square, sighs start to sprout from the cracks. Along the stone wall, they flow to the ground, flowing into the long and narrow channel from the inside of the stone chamber… Eventually they slowly ooze from the exit. The sandy ground surrounding the minaret quietly gets wet. Its original wheat color gradually turns darker, as if someone is drawing a shadow for the minaret in the middle of the day. At such moments, a small cyclone could be seen from the sandy ground, which would spin around the minaret. Then, the kid shows up: bare-footed, and with a string of pink beads hung on his waist. And he wears a hat made by sundried Victoria lily. It doesn’t feel quite right to call it a hat as it is too big and covers not only his head, face, but also his neck and shoulders. Shortly afterwards, the kid starts to sing with his innocent voice: To take one to smash bones, two to hang shoes, three to tether livestock, four to tear bags, five to remove guts, six to dry jars, seven to cut off shadow, eight to fill it with river water and nine to sow seeds… When west wind blows through the village three times, ring the bell.作品信息Information -
Guan Xiao, Messenger, 2020
Pigmented bronze, lacquer, porcelain, motorcycle parts, dried flowers
110 (L) x 41 (W) x 185 (H) cm
The road has not got busy yet, and it’s even too early for the dust to fly upon the ground.
Sunlight in early morning is pale golden, and that “golden egg” is glowing like the moon. For all insects, this is just the Golmalaya in their flat world. At this time of the day, they will start eating as usual, under the sky where the sun and this Golmalaya coexist. However, unlike usual, a “click” appeared. Gently, quietly, secretly, and hard to detect. A crack emerged on the almost perfect golden shell. Three seconds of silence later, the crack began to increase and decrease progressively in the folds of time and space. Fast and intensively. Just like lightning cutting through the sky, the crack gradually covered the entire Golmalaya egg.作品信息Information -
Guan Xiao, Night Watcher, 2020
Pigmented brass, motorcycle parts, oil-paper umbrella
70 (L) x 33 (W) x 138 (H) cm
“The weather is dry and so are things,
Watch out and not to kindle them!”
Bang, bang, bang.
It is long street that is in front of the long street. And it is long street that is behind the long street.
When the white crane takes a stride, it swings back and forth. Tonight is a night without moonlight.作品信息Information -
Guan Xiao, Lulubird Walked Out of Delicatessen Bumped into A Swarm of Buzzing., 2020
Pigmented brass, acrylic paint, dried flower, rope
root:172 x 60 x 55 cm
cap:52 x 44 x 58 cm
8 Big birds:41 x 22 x 6 cm for each
8 Small birds:25 x 14 x 4cm for each
The moon is hanging in the sky, the weather is pleasant. When looking from under a shadow cast by the four-story building on the other side, the moon looks a bit clearer and the sky a bit bluer than from directly under the sun. A gentle breeze blows by, the air is infused with the smell of the saguaro’s pollen. This is their flowering season; if it rains, the smell will be much stronger, then the whole town will be as if immersed in a barrel of pollen liquor, surrounded by humid air, emitting warm steam and fermenting slowly…But it has not rained for a long, long time. The newly opened shop no longer sells umbrellas. Every day is dryer than the day before.作品信息Information -
Guan Xiao, Red, Candle, Red Candle, 2020
Wood panel, polyester putty base, paint
120 x 120 x 7.5 cm作品信息Information -
Guan Xiao, Blade, Eclipses, Lake, 2020
Wood panel, polyester putty base, paint
160 x 130 x 7.5 cm作品信息Information -
Guan Xiao, Run, Bruise, Dust, 2020
Wood panel, polyester putty base, paint
86 x 120 x 7.5 cm作品信息Information -
Guan Xiao, Dew, Firefly, Days, 2020
Wood panel, polyester putty base, paint
130 x 117 x 7.5 cm作品信息Information -
Guan Xiao, Sesame, Keyhole, Sunset, 2020
Wood panel, polyester putty base, paint
120 x 120 x 7.5 cm作品信息Information -
Guan Xiao, Tongue, Cork, Fog, 2020
Wood panel, polyester putty base, paint
90 x 90 x 7.5 cm作品信息Information -
Guan Xiao, Gasp, Flushing, Dirt, 2020
Wood panel, polyester putty base, acrylic
164 x 120 x 7.5 cm作品信息Information