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Lines of Thought, Parasol Unit
Lines go for walks. And runs. And skips, frolics and meanders
A show about lines: my tiny minimalist heart goes pitter-patter. And with good cause. Lines can be a bit blah – a quick scribble, and you’re on to the next thing. But they can also by their very simplicity, their irreduceability, lay bare some fundamentals, can draw a line under (yes, lots of “line” jokes available: line right up!) what really matters.
Two of the artists at the core of minimalism set the tone. Sol LeWitt produced instructions for wall drawings of lines which were invariably minutely detailed, yet also magically permitted great freedom for the person actually “transcribing” his instructions onto the wall, so that no two renditions of any drawing were the same. Here Wall Drawing #103: Not straight vertical lines from floor to ceiling, using as much wall area as is determined by the drafter is a delicate, tenuous rendering, gently drifting across the wall.
Across the room is a fabulous yellow steel piece by Fred Sandback, Untitled (Nr. 4) (right), a four-part piece of rods shaped at right angles that somehow fuse the right angle of the wall and floor, to create a square where previously none was visible. Sandback’s pieces are magic: thin, recessive, yet no one is ever willing to walk “through” one, so robust is the idea the sculptor has created in the viewer’s mind.
James Bishop, too, worked with line, although his were created in oil, building the illusion of line out of layers of almost-but-not-quite identical colour-waves. The poet John Ashbery called his oil and crayon works on paper “part air, part architecture”, and I can think of no better way to describe these softly shifting shapes: houses for invisible children, perhaps.
The show is not reductive, however, and it demonstrates how lines can be far more than a trace of graphite on paper, or steel in the air. Richard Long, whose art circles around walking, and the marking off of his walks in nature or on paper or in signs and symbols, has three pieces here, none of which is directly linear, but all of which explore what lines might encompass. Red Slate Circle seems at first flatly to contradict the notion of linearity, but both the slate itself – its small fissures and “lines” becoming obvious as one looks – and notions of how Long goes about finding his material make clear that his work is less about what we see on the gallery floor, and more about a body moving through space in a line, with the slate, or the wall marks, or the diary notations that make up Long’s art a reference point, rather than the work itself.
Geographical “lines” appear in other works, too: Jorge Macchi’s charmingly quirky Horizonte (above), a small photograph of a horizon at sea, with, either side of that line of horizon, springs that continue and exaggerate the endlessly receding line; or, more imposingly, Adrian Esparza’s Here and Now (below), where a small Mexican serape hangs on the gallery wall, with one small thread pulled out from the tight weave, leading astonishingly to a vast wall-piece made up of similar coloured threads, an MC Escher of Central American colour; or Hemali Bhuta’s wax lines of candles, clustered by the gallery ceiling in a womb-like enclosure of burnt-out stalactites.
In keeping with their minimalist forebears, most of the pieces are resolutely abstract: they say whatever the viewer wants to read into them. But Ceaseless Doodle, by Özlem Günyol and Mustafa Kunt, has both an immediate impact, this huge wall drawing in marker pen initially appearing ambivalent from a distance – is it a drawing, or a metal sculpture? – and a more conceptual layer. Taking every country in turn, the artists have reduced each one to a single-sized format, drawn its outline and then projected all of them simultaneously onto the wall, to create what looks like a cat’s-toy ball of wool, but is, in reality, our messy, complex world.
Paul Klee famously said that drawing was simply taking a line out for a walk. In Lines of Thought, lines go for walks. And runs. And skips, frolics and meanders. It is a pleasure to be able to accompany them.
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