a clay orifice upon flesh -
fill the dark hollow with a howl...
sonic containment within,
psychical release without -
mouth to mouth resurrect.
If you feel the need to unleash the mother of all screams without disturbing the peaceful setting of West Vancouver, go and pick up one of these clay pots at the
West Vancouver Museum and expand your lungs for a major howl into it. Your muffled bellow will barely ruffle the feathers of any sedate West Van matrons around!
These "scream pots" are the
objets d'artifice of an exhibition conceived by the not so vociferous
Babak Golkar whose magic persian carpet mushroomed a miniature city of intricate buildings at the Charles H. Scott Gallery last year. The terracotta pots are hand-crafted into varied shapes and sizes to affect the tenor of the screams emitted into them. Even if one does not feel the need to cry out, the tactile nature of the clay invites one to touch, hold, caress...
*****
The second part of the exhibit includes a digital projection of blobs of clay being hurled at a wall with the accompanying plopping sound effects - the aptly scatological visual [and audio] is somewhat mesmerizing to watch and presents another release of sorts in the physical force of flinging mud...
[Gabriel Orozco also once pitched clay balls in one of his projects, but at the pots themselves as they were being turned on the wheel...[
Cazuelas (Beginnings), 2002]
The "turds" dried and fell off with the resultant staining still manifest on the wall, creating a monochrome messy dot "painting" a la the Japanese eccentric
Yayoi Kusama - with the baked pieces scattered on the floor below their previous elevated surface like so many dropped and inedible crumbs...
in the end, a lumpen being of baked clay
lies dejected, hardened, unused -
and failing to rise again,
sinks to the floorboards of life...
Dialectic of Failure
New Work by Babak Golkar
October 11 to December 7, 2013
West Vancouver Museum
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