Showing posts with label Hadar Sobol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hadar Sobol. Show all posts

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Hadar Sobol: "Go" at McKinney Avenue Contemporary


This exhibition ended on December 10, and I had seen it a month earlier.  But oddly enough, it is stuck in my mind. Odd, because this is not the type of work that usually appeals to this 50-something gay guy - and some video, no less, that I usually never even notice.

Hadar Sobol was born in Israel and earned her Bachelor degree at The Israeli University for Fashion and Textile Design.  She was quite pregnant during the creation of some of these works, and still very much so on the day I stopped by The MAC to see the galleries.  The director of the gallery asked me to wait a bit before viewing the show while Sobol made some minor adjustments.

So I went through the Robert Polidori exhibit and viewed large photos of the restoration of the royal palace of Versailles.  Next I gazed upon very large charcoal drawings on paper by James Drake and this one sculpture:

James Drake, Snakeskin Engine, motorcycle engine, python snakeskin, 1994

I have no idea how this one sculpture that was sixteen years older than Drake's newest drawing related to the drawings, but it did resonate, at least to me, with Sobol's work that I moved toward next.  As I stated earlier, it is unusual that I am still considering this work.  But since it is the first day of winter, and the third night of Hanukkah, and two days before I will be celebrating another pregnant Israeli woman's gift to the world, I am documenting Sobol's works and my thoughts about it.




The first thing I noticed was a rather permanent looking, though temporary wall, that created a long narrow entry way.  Two light tables with short loop videos were playing beneath a thin veil of embroidered cloth.  More embroidery hung along the walls, and several of these were hung on top of small lines of LED lights that caused the cloth to radiate a warm glow.  The wall helped me to feel a new sense of being in the small New Works Space in which I had seen a show earlier in the year that felt more like a day spa lobby.  Sobol's exhibition was decidedly different, more intimate, more of a story. 

Another difference of this exhibition was that while there was a page long artist's statement available, there was no list of titles of works, or dimensions, media, or dates created.  There were no wall plaques, either, except for this:


And "the work to the right" mentioned refers to this massive wall sized hand stitched labyrinth:


We have a labyrinth at church.  I understand a labyrinth to be a sacred space, a tool to pray and meditate, and as a metaphor for a life's journey or a journey into one's deepest self.  For some reason labyrinths feel feminine to me.  Perhaps it is the curves, or the non-linear approach to a journey, or maybe it is my association with the first four letters of the word.  But in this case we are told that this work was created by a gathering of 20 women.  We see stitched figures moving around the labyrinth in an overall "X" pattern.  Upon closer inspection we find interesting text stitched into the fabric.



A beautiful massive work created by a community of women in relation with each other for at least as long as it took to make this.  So there is part of the key to why I keep thinking about this work - community and relationships.  But then there is this that I can't stop thinking about:



My gay self keeps screaming that I should be repulsed by this.  Strangely I'm not.  Is it the iridescent threads that glitter?  I do love shiny sparkly things.  Sobol has displayed this work beautifully.  The cloth rests in a valley created by the way the table is constructed.  We see this as a vessel for receiving that which will eventually cause the same vessel to bring forth new life.  What is the sparkle?  Post coital secretions - his, hers?  Perspiration as the labor begins to expel the living contents? Layers of meaning and context via simple shiny threads.  Indeed!

And then this:





Mine's not a great video - shouldn't be, it's just my documentation.  Sobol has the original and it should be seen. But mine provides a visual reference.  We see a very pregnant women seemingly quite capable of providing amble nourishment for her imminent offspring.  We view the video under an embroidered linen.  The video is a very short loop and the action is simple.  She seems to be gathering thread and then stitching it into place on a line in the linen in front of the video.  The action is repetitive just as sewing and embroidery are.  Just as the actions of our daily lives are that eventually accumulate into the journey of our lives.

Sobol said this in her artist's statement: "My other source of inspiration involves both the visual and spiritual idea of the Torah Wimples (a cloth used to bind the Torah during a bar/bat mitzvah and a cloth used to swaddle a baby boy during his circumcision). I was fascinated by the symbolic way it provides an opportunity for a mother to connect her baby with the family, the community, and the Jewish nation.  My intent was to embrace part of this tradition and create for my daughters a personal and unique version of the wimple as a way to pass on a woman's legacy; insight and wisdom gathered by life experience through generations."

I've only attended one bat mitzvah in my life.  My third grade Catechism class loaded up on a Saturday morning for a "multicultural experience", probably while they thought we were too young to jump ship.  But I still remember the experience.  Temple Emmanuel is a gorgeous synagogue in Central Dallas.  I still think about that time as I drive by.  Temple Emmanuel is next to the cemetery where my first partner, Dennis, is buried.  I have a wonderful view from his grave through the trees of Neiman Marcus at NorthPark Mall.

I thank you, Hadar Sobol, for sharing your journey through your art.  You've given this gay goy much to think about. Shalom

Hadar Sobol is represented by Valley House Gallery in Dallas.  Her next exhibition opens January 27, 2012 at Ein Harod Museum of Art, Israel


Saturday, August 13, 2011

"Meltdown" 2011 Annual MAC Membership Exhibition - Aug 6 - Sep 3

Put on my walking shoes, set my mindset to "art fair" mode, and started looking at 184 diverse works of art with barely any white wall space in between.  "Art fair" mode because I have to be ready to visually edit very quickly if I plan to see it all and make my picks.  You know the drill with these summer member shows - pay the dues and you get to play - and who knows who will see your art.  So everyone from art hobbyists to gallery artists, art students to art professors - some with PhD's join the fray, and we the viewers get to see a broad sample of art being made and taught in the Dallas/Ft Worth metroplex.

It is always a little strange to me to give artists a theme to work toward. But it does help to set up a loose non-curated frame work for the participants and viewers alike.  So my picks for this blog post are those works that more or less successfully met the theme.  "Meltdown" plays well for those mediums that literally melt at some point during the process - glass, ceramics, metallurgy, plastics, and encaustic.  But there are also the images and/or concepts that involve some level of psychological meltdown - homages to deceased loved ones as well as to pop icons that suffered meltdowns such as Amy Winehouse, Jim Morrison and James Dean.  And of course, there are always the works that don't even try to meet the theme.  They are artists, after all, marching to their own drummers!  WARNING - I've chosen 33 out of 184!

There is no jury. No Best of Show. No winners and no losers.  All very democratic really.
But here, anyway, is Hampton's Court pick for Best of Show:

Duke Horn, Mighty Fine Arts, oil paint
a demonic Uncle Sam leading a circus government while the world burns behind him.
 There is always a plethora of distracting frames in this exhibit, but I think Horn's frame completes the gaudy  psycho meltdown perfectly.

CERAMICS, GLASS, METALLURGY, and ENCAUSTIC

 Ryder Richards, Portales: Isolation, goldleaf, gunpowder, graphite on paper

 VET, House on Fire, encaustic

 Michael Christopher, Melted Miro, plasma etched screen metal

 Morton Rachofsky, Untitled, plastic

 Julia Ousley, Flying Pig Meltdown, bronze

 Kenny Hensley, The Trinity River Meltdown, glazed cast porcelain

 Val Curry, Playnado, polyester, wood, toys, computers, acyrlic & resin

 Brooks Oliver, Vortex Bowl, porcelain

 Jim Brightwell, What Was Sharp and Explicit, glass

 Gregory Nelsen, Paranoia, stoneware

 Peggy Epner, Ring of Fire, encaustic on panel

Jackie MacLelland, Phd, On the Edge, encaustic

IMAGES AND CONCEPTS OF MELTDOWNS

 Cabe Booth, Warhol, acrylic and oil on distressed wood

 Hadar Sobol, Myself Inside Myself, thread on vintage linen

 Terry Hays, And Then There was an Explosion, acrylic on Sintra

 Norman Kary, Broken Dreams, mixed media

 Alisa Levy, Losing my Religion, photograph

 Chris Bergquist Fulmer, Cowboy Meltdown: Prelude to the Fall, mixed media

 Margaret Rattelle, Head, etching spitbite drypoint

Michelle de Metz, Meltdown in Texas, mixed media on wood

Mark McGahan, Meltdown, digital print

 Sibylle Bauer, Reflections, photograph


Kathy Robinson-Hays, Receding, ink, acrylic and paper on Duralar

 detail of Receding

Anna Palmer, Ooze, digital photography

 Joe Ing, Scissors, print

detail of Scissors

BEYOND THE THEME

Jason Reynaga, It's a Little Bit Fuzzy, mixed media

David Dreyer, In To Down, oil on laminated birch plywood

 Fannie Brito, Mullenian Ducts, pigments & acrylic on canvas

Sheila Cunningham, Once, assemblage

Michael O'Keefe, Untitled, 2011 (Drill Drawing Series II), graphite on Yupo

Ann S. Adams, Swizzle, pastel

Ann Adams' work at least makes me feel like bathing in her cool pastel waters after all the heat and melting.  I understand the a/c went out in the main galleries just a few minutes after the reception opened on August 6.  It was an unplanned 'meltdown happening'. Lots of hot bodies in a hot space on a 100F+ night in Dallas.  Glad I couldn't find parking, because the a/c had just gone out in my truck the day before also.  I had it fixed on the following Monday. 

One final meltdown note.  On the day I stopped by to see the exhibit and I captured images of about 78 works before I edited down to these 33, I witnessed another 'meltdown happening'.  I know the opening night meltdown performance staged by the a/c was unplanned, and I suspect the one I witnessed may have been also.  But that's the thing about art happenings, the spontaneity is the art, right?  So I see this one sculpture with water all around it on the floor.  Looked like a hazard.  Then this guy, I presume the artist, came in and started mopping up and replacing the bucket:


Scott Sura, Tree of Strife, mixed media

I went to the MAC the next night for an unrelated poetry reading and book signing.  I noticed there was water on the floor around this sculpture again.  So perhaps it really is a performance piece.  Tree of Strife, indeed!

Stay cool out there my friends!