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There Are More Things
Tony Lloyd
14 August - 6 September 2008
Nellie Castan Gallery, Melbourne
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability
of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid
island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and
it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each
straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little;
but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will
open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful
position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation
or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new
dark age." Lovecraft.
The title of Lloyd's show is taken from Shakespeare via
a Borges story. The Borges story is an homage to Lovecraft in which
the narrator makes a journey to the house of his late uncle to
find it inhabited by a monstrous creature - never directly observed. Barton
Levi St Armand in "Borges and Lovecraft: says "Horror
in Borges is an intensified reality, while horror in Lovecraft
is an alternative reality. Words fail Borges because langauge is
too limited to express this reality, while words fail Lovecraft
because language is alien to the reality being expressed." In
Lloyd's paintings language becomes irrelevant. Reality is represented
directly. We can choose to see as much as we like, limited perhaps
by our understanding or perhaps experiencing the limit of our understanding
as imposed by the universe.
Flying Saucers hover above Egyptian ruins, evoking the seductive
lunacy of von Daniken. Elsewhere the UFOs can be seen spooking
the livestock, confusing farmers and traversing mountains. While
these sci-fi moments are excellent fun, the paintings also bring
up some interesting ideas. As with the Borges story, time is a
major theme in these works "over and over I told myself that
time - that infinite web of yesterday, today, the future, forever,
never- is the only true enigma." I should be more precise
and refer to space/time since that is what Lloyd's works really
deal with. A jet's vapour trail over a mountain is a sublime
exercise in scale - firstly in space with the miniscule, nearly
invisible dot that represents a jet carrying perhaps hundreds of
people compared to the vastness of the mountains it overflies,
and secondly in time, with the existence of the vapour trail measured
in seconds against the mountain's eons.
However, when we see a flying saucer above the mountains there
is another scale shift. Suddenly the mountains and their timescales
are dwarfed by the cosmic scales of presumed intergalactic travel.
Our sense of the sublime has shifted with our understanding of
the universe. The shock of the scale of nature to an individual
is replaced by the shock of the scale of the planet to the galaxy.
I am just going to glibly say this without going into details -
but this is a sort of reconciliation between the romantic and the
enlightenment, and it reflects the way that Lovecraft and Borges
both tap into irrational and emotional realms from a basis of (something
based on) scientific objectivity. Those themes are touched on again
by Lloyd with a series of paintings drawn from the film noir classic
Kiss Me Deadly in which a mysteriously powerful box of some radioactive
material immolates a woman and destroys a beach house.
This show has a highlight. In a separate, darkened
room a single large painting is picked out by a carefully framed
light. The reference to cinema is clear. In fact it is uncannily
like sitting in a small theatre watching a scene from a film. Lloyd's
immaculate surface emits no trace of sheen to diminish the illusion.
This work, "traveller
the road is your footsteps, nothing more" reminds brings back
the centrality of the individual (admittedly the individual in this
painting might be a yeti). All we know of the universe is ultimately
determined by what we see and how we understand it. And as Borges
points out in There are more things: "In order to truly see
a thing, one must first understand it. An arm-chair implies the human
body, its joints and members; scissors, the act of cutting....If
we truly saw the universe, perhaps we would understand it."
© Sam Leach 2008 review from www.artinfo.com.au
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