Vilma Gold

Philipp Timischl @ Vilma Gold, Mar 19 – Apr 16

15 March 2016

Vienna-based artist Philipp Timischl will present a solo show, 2 at Vilma Gold in London, opening March 19 and running April 16.

The artist makes work that spreads meaning across multiple medias and mediums in build-up objects and installations and inside single images themselves. For 2, we are introduced to the exhibition by an uncertain correspondence between the title and a blurry black and white image of two people with one of them making a peace sign to a camera as the exhibition image.

The artist has recently shown at LA’s Martos LA with solo exhibit, Good From Afar / Far From Good and alongside Sarah Ortmeyer at Tank.TV.

Also on at Vilma Gold running for the same period will be an exhibition of work by Lynn Hershman LeesonLynn Turning into Roberta, referencing the time the artist spent four years in the mid 1970s moving her physical persona and her life’s traces into that of another fictional being constructed and called Roberta Breitmore.

See the Vilma Gold website for (limited) information on both shows**

Philipp Timischl, Good From Afar/ Far From Good 2015) installation view. Courtesy the artist and Martos LA
Philipp Timischl, Good From Afar/ Far From Good (2015), installation view. Courtesy the artist and Martos LA.


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Gili Tal @ Vilma Gold, Nov 21 – Dec 19

16 November 2015

Artist Gili Tal opens a new solo show, running at London’s Vilma Gold from November 21 to December 19.

Little information is given about the show, save for an accompanying video showing the bustle of a restaurant from outside its windows.

Tal has exhibited at London’s Lima Zulu and Tallin’s Temnikova & Kasela, as well as Sandy Brown in Berlin where she presented Panoramic Views of the City inspired by love as a brand and private wealth.

The video for this exhibition opens with the wind swaying through the tin can-potted plants that sit atop the outside tables. Two men that appear to be workers exit the restaurant carrying white buckets, and shortly afterwards a man clad in black that appears to be a waiter drop something off at the window table. Cars are seen passing against the reflection of the restaurant’s glass, and people shuffle at random intervals carrying bags, bundled against the cold.

 See the Vilma Gold website for (limited) details. **

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Frieze London 2015 reviewed

21 October 2015

“Frieze is a whole but it’s also nothing” is the first numb note I write in my phone as I begin. It feels secretive and resistant to be writing instead of taking photographs at Frieze London, but I wonder about representation when I look at art. Can you encounter something that has swallowed quietly the conditions of its making and is powerful and believable because of that? Maybe representation can mean too many things for this point, but the word ‘represents’ is thrown around a lot at the art fair this year. Who is representing whom, which artist is being represented by which gallery? And yet, despite this, there’s a notable lack of panels signalling artist’s names. I have to ask so many times and it’s embarrassing. I wonder not only about reflection in terms of the relationship between the inside of Frieze and the outside of Frieze, but also about what happens to artists and their work when they’re in: What exactly am I looking at here? 

Any critique of Frieze inside the institution of Frieze itself keeps feeling self-circulating and boring, and the words like “welcome to purgatory”, or something to that effect, spray painted along the purposefully roughened walls of the fair’s entrance are weird and not useful somehow.

Amalia Ulman, 'The Annals of Private History' (2015). Photo by Linda Nylind. Courtesy Arcadia Missa, London.
Amalia Ulman, ‘The Annals of Private History’ (2015). Installation view. Photo by Linda Nylind. Courtesy Arcadia Missa, London.

Dipping in and out of white-walled consciousness two small twin girls appear, wearing matching white dresses and tied together by really long hair, a work re-done from 1984 by Brazilian artist, Tunga. You could buy the hair if you wanted to for £20,000 but you have to provide the twins.

Another hair piece is beautiful. Nina Beier, with London’s Laura Bartlett Gallery, shows a series of four framed pictures with pink backgrounds with wigs squashed flat between the glass and the pink. Immediately the effect is that someone close is turned away from you looking elsewhere –like you are gazing at the back of their head. And it is squashed –a human deflated. The actual (it is a real wig and wigs do that when you squash them like that) but also incidental work of this work is amazing in the face of many others at the fair that deal with the representation of humans deflated, or empty. ‘Is there any point in collecting a Zeitgeist at Frieze?’ I think, as I witness the third airplane of the day and many skeletal sculptures of houses and offices; but also as I remember about Beier’s work being a possible antidote or actual reflection of the experience of looking at art here.

Jay Chung and Q Takeki Maeda’s collaborative work in Cabinet’s booth is sepia, calm and deathly. There’s a stone, and some photographs on the walls that show moments like a door ajar that incidentally (or not) has the same arc as a shape on the floor, as though a door might open into it. It is dead but good, and the whole booth provides respite and dejected escapism from the constant image-taking and aimless wondering towards Mark Leckey’s huge inflated cat-sculpture, ‘Felix’, that towers above the walls of its own Galerie Buchholz booth.

Nina Beier, 'Long Waves-to-Frizz Tousle' (2015). Installation view. Courtesy Laura Bartlett Gallery, London.
Nina Beier, ‘Long Waves-to-Frizz Tousle’ (2015). Courtesy Laura Bartlett Gallery, London.

In Vilma Gold’s booth, New York-based Trisha Baga’s whiteboard screen is installed with things and writing attached to its surface. It’s opposite some moving projection spotlights, looking at and for these things. Using imagery itself as a light seems full of intuition and pleasure and is akin to tired eyes searching with a heavy sense of something already seen. And then comes Amalia Ulman’s installation, ‘The Annals of Private History’ created with London’s Arcadia Missa, which is as secretive and resistant as my writing to myself. Ulman created her own interior inside Frieze for the Live programme, turning the booth into an ‘L’ shape, lined with silver curtains and a red carpet. A video plays in front of black and white juggling balls that evokes 90s computer game Minesweeper. Ulman’s narrative video-presentation focusses on the inside of a diary, and the sadness of writing. The sound of a mine (unseen) goes off when someone (unseen) gets too close to something hidden –it’s the narrative, maybe, or the physical diary itself that Ulman is talking about and around. The artist’s voice apologises after the explosion. Without a smartphone (no recording devices are allowed in this booth) and the ability to casually record the work, the notion of writing being sad and the over-recording of experience being sorrowful makes so much sense, especially at Frieze, where art feels so treated, institutionalized and consumed. 

On the first day at lunchtime there’s a talk called ‘Energy as Clickbait’ with iconic 90s writer Douglas Coupland and artist Emily Segal of trend-forecasting group K-Hole, who recently published Report On Doubt. They speak about memes and words that define trends becoming trendy, which feels self-circulating and too obvious to want to write about. Coupland, who defined ‘Generation X’ in his novel of the same name, refers to a cartoon that depicts the outlines of several white figures lost in a black background and awkwardly suggests how we are “all just white empty data now”. His words about “the individual” feel out of place and time and I want to leave and look at the art again. Let the art do the describing, if it can. Despite the knowing gesture in a poster at the discussion that says, “knowing everything can be boring”, the desire to, and act of defining the present in words is still dry, heavy and frustrating in that dark room.

Société, Berlin @ Frieze London 2015. Installation view. Courtesy the gallery.
Société, Berlin @ Frieze London 2015. Installation view. Courtesy the gallery.

The good booths in the fair hold you in their gaze. Dubai-based Grey Noise presents work by three artists, Caline Aoun, Charbel-joseph H. Boutros and Stéphanie Saadé from Lebanon who, I overhear, “are all friends”. A small poster of the sea is placed between the floor and the wall and the bottom of the paper has been dipped in water, making it ripple. All works are strong and non-decorative. “They are agreeing”, continues the eavesdropped voice. Laure Prouvost’s tapestry, ‘We Will Go Far’ (2015) at MOT International is a large and surreal scene that you have to look at hard to discover the small moments. A hand comes out of the sky via a row of breasts. A pair of cut out lips –a little like the ones in Ulman’s video –are smoking a cigarette with a snail attached to the end. Thin white banners with words on (“Do you want to get in my car?”/ “and drink milk from their warm tits”) drape intermittently across the imagery like Snapchat text boxes that act as signs or clues, but also as barriers. There are many roads and vessels but they don’t go anywhere. Especially not in a tapestry, which, as a process, is woven in.

Berlin based gallery, Société’s booth is puzzling. It’s silent and numb. All three works by Petra Cortright (a pink, yellow and blue digital layered painting on aluminum), New York-based Josh Kolbo (several small layered ambiguous digital images surrounded by a large proportion of frame) and Timur Si-Qin (a large print of on aluminium of the word ‘peace’ repeated over and over again forming a diagonal pattern) were out-sourced for their production. Si-Qin, who was interviewed by aqnb in 2013, also shows a glowing glass sculpture that has been scratched from the inside, holding an orange alien creature. It’s damaged but still manages to look like a commercial display unit. The word ‘peace’ is printed and embellished all over the inside. The viewer is on the outside, seeing the signs made to be seen from without.

Marie Angeletti, 'Bambi' (2014). Screenshot.
Marie Angeletti, ‘Bambi’ (2014). Website screenshot.

The most magical work that lingers is a small print by Marie Angeletti at Carlos/Ishikawa called ‘Bambi’. The words, “believes any more” are above “are seeing anyway”. Both mini-phrases look like they are part of a bigger two-tiered sign above a pair of images of cartoon deer, but have been cut out and pitched together by the act of taking and framing the image. It feels like making by suggestion. Making from the outside. Maybe the spirit of Frieze, if there is one, is that some artists, and gallerists make and choose to show things that act like a barrier to the fair, somehow, in some small way. Maybe this is what I’m looking at? **

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Frieze Art Fair runs at London’s Regent’s Park annually in October.

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Independent Art Fair New York, Mar 7 – 9

6 March 2014

The fifth edition of New York’s Independent Art Fair is on at its 548 W 22nd Street venue in Chelsea, opening March 6 and running from March 7 to 9.

Among the 50+ galleries exhibiting over the four days artists worth checking out come from Berlin’s Société and KOW, House of Gaga from Mexico and Vilma Gold from London, plus more.

See the Independent New York website for details. **

Josh Kolbo, ‘I, O’ (2013).


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Jennifer West @ Vdrome, Jan 2 – 3

3 January 2014

Materialist Californian artist Jennifer West‘s Salt Crystals Spiral Jetty Dead Sea Five Year Film is showing for two days only online at Vdrome, from January 2 to 3.

Looking at memory, temporality and its ultimate erosion the LA-based artist took 70mm film, dunked it in the Dead Sea, soaked it in clay and left it to corrode in a suitcase for five years in California before finally dragging it along the center of Smithson’s Jetty in Utah last winter. The result is material marked by the movement of time and a tourism.

Watch the film online at the Vdrome website. **

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Trisha Baga @ Vilma Gold reviewed

23 May 2012

As with Madonna y El Nino, Trisha Baga‘s’ most recent exhibition Rock at Vilma Gold employs tangential narratives. Within them environmental change and pop music echo the increasingly fragmented logic of Internet culture.

The fact that Baga’s video installations initially look cheap and slightly haphazard is a clever device for getting you with your guard down. Grounded in materiality and process, there are no clear edges to this work and upon entering the space it’s hard to know where to walk. The gallery itself appears more like a workspace where during installation, the artist, using whatever items are at hand, neglects to discard those that aren’t needed. Small lumps of Blu-tack remain on the wall and extension cords lie on the floor unplugged. It feels transient and without intention.

Trisha Baga, 'Rock' (2012). Image courtesy Vilma Gold.
Trisha Baga, ‘Rock’ (2012). Image courtesy Vilma Gold.

The deliberateness of these objects only becomes apparent over time and happens so unexpectedly that they are fantastical moments. A box stuffed with packing plastic casts a ghostly shadow of a huddled figure, which is only revealed when the video projection recedes into darkness. A round desktop mirror sitting atop this box is the head. When a second projector goes, the mirror bounces distorted imagery across the wall, while the plastics glow and refract coloured light throughout the room. These simple, makeshift phenomena feel as though they might have been stumbled across while Baga was playing in her home. There’s the sensibility of youthful experimentation to this artist’s work belying its sophistication and resourcefulness.

The first video ‘Plymouth Rock’ illuminates a whole wall at the far end of the gallery, across which float neon jellyfish and shaky hand-held footage of tourist attractions.  The artist has then re-shot the footage, overlaid with daubs of paint, moving geometric shapes and glimpses of her own body. A soundtrack of badly dubbed pop is then often then confounded by a voice coming from behind the camera.  The second video ‘Hard Rock’ was shot in the synthetic landscape of a penguin enclosure while being serviced by a cleaner.  Both works interrogate leisure and heritage, where associated ephemera expire so quickly they too become relics; souvenirs and home made holiday movies, void of nostalgia, simply look out-dated. It is this inherent disposability, resulting from Baga’s intervention, that becomes the most interesting by-product of the once-special moments. Visually, comparisons could be drawn from the low budget techniques of Arte Povera coupled with the neo-psychedelic palate of 80s music videos.

Literally meaning ‘poor art’, Arte Povera was borne out of the radical social and political upheaval of the 60s. The movement saw artists explore shifts in power and the disintegration of high culture through the use of everyday materials. It seems fitting that this kind of subversive approach is currently being re-imagined in galleries all over East London, where less than a year ago, some of the most volatile riots broke out. Though not directly responsive to this political unrest, Baga’s work is concerned with the self in relation to systems of social order at a time of accelerated change. **

Trisha Baga’s Rock runs from April 5 to May 19, 2012.

Header image: Trisha Baga, ‘Hard Rock (2012). Install view. Courtesy Vilma Gold, London.

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