SUJI PARK: That which opens.

photo by Suji Park

BRETT MCDOWELL GALLERY, Closes May 26. 2011

The question which I often ask myself when encountering any ceramicist’s work is how have they transferred a medium which is thousands of years old and which always appears to me to be static into something dynamic.
 
Suji Park is an Auckland-based artist whose first solo exhibition, That which opens, combines ceramics with illustration and watercolour. That which opens consists of a room filled with methodically arranged white wooden plinths at an array of heights, as if the viewer were sliding through a maze of tiny islands, gazing upon each of these clusters of creatures. The arrangement creates a feeling of dislocation, which can be likened to that created by the ethnographically-charged space of a museum.

Park’s clay creatures have strange, macabre, twisted body shapes, yet are composed of Schiele-like figurative elements, as each is christened in splashes of autonomous colour and marked by expressive graphite lines. It is as though the process is a matter of chance. This is evident by the process of change from rough, disproportionately rendered clay, which is seemingly then moulded and transformed into these various and yet unsettling human-animal creatures. This is achieved by the simple stroke of a graphite pencil and the smearing of watercolour, staining the clay into an amalgamation of different colours carrying rhythmic properties.

The twelve distorted human figures in Sermon (2011) appear as if they are unaware that they are nude, which instils a sense of vulnerability in the viewer when gazing upon these engrossingly detailed figures. What is particularly striking about all the human figures in this exhibition is their gestural subtlety, for example the simple clasping of each figure’s claw-like hands in many of the figures in Sermon. Park has captured a sense of individualism in each, through their emphasised facial features.

The totemic, nightmarish figures in Witching hour (2010) produce the unnerving feeling of being watched. There is an undercurrent of unease surrounding these figures who willfully stare into your eyes. Two of the trio are vividly coloured, hauntingly evil and ever watchful half man/bird creatures, while the third of the trio is a teeth-baring, red-eyed bear seemingly ready to attack you at any given point. This uneasiness is also experienced when encountering Conspiracy (2011), which depicts a human figure secretly communicating with a sphinx-like creature. The viewer feels as if they are witnessing the detailing of a deadly secret.

Set aside from the maze of islands is a singular lowered plinth to the left of the gallery, which contains figures with more of a degree of lightness. Swimmers (2010) is the most playful and light-hearted work in the exhibition. It consists of two human figures of distorted proportions and relaxed dispositions, seemingly sunbathing in the gallery. Park has further exaggerated the bodies through their gestures and cartoonish facial arrangements.

To some degree it seems that Suji Park is engaging with and paying homage to a range of historical references. Liars (2010-11) depicts a figure performing hand puppetry, seemingly a reference to ancient Chinese shadow puppetry. Park purposefully damaged one of her works, Monolith (2010), to give it the appearance of an archaeological relic thousands of years old. Works such as these recreate the sense of dislocation experienced in a museum. Suji Park’s That which opens is otherworldly, eerie and entices the viewer to gaze beyond that which is presented in front of them.
Posted  26th May 2011 by Hana Aoake .
https://www.critic.co.nz/culture/article/1051/suji-park-that-which-opens-#:~:text=Suji%20Park%20is%20an%20Auckland,different%20colours%20carrying%20rhythmic%20properties.

Suji Park- That Which Opens at Brett McDowell Gallery, Dunedin

Suji Park's That Which Opens at the Brett McDowell Gallery is somewhat proof that cute and discomforting are not oxymoronic. Imperfect mounds of clay, the artists hands still clearly visible, are transmogrified into realistic human postures, combined in collections, presented on podiums. At 20cm high they're not intrusive, they sit comfortably in the small gallery space amongst the crowd of observers. It could be mistaken for an unsettling version of a Frankie exhibition, yet it's this sinister innocence in which Park finds a beautiful juxtaposition. And if you fancy it, there's even a religious undertone running through the collection. 

As you enter, you find to your left a collection of Swimmers, barely raised from ground level. They seem content, passively happy in their activities. A child's dream. The clearly drawn-on watercolour and graphite detail feel obtainable and familiar, the two figures almost inspiring you to go away and replicate them. However, this simplicity is purely superficial. Our self-consciousness permeates through the characters. Why is it that they feel the need to go and sun-bathe under bright gallery lighting? Or is it more to show a necessity for us to open ourselves up to receive enlightenment from Park’s work? For the rest of the room contains pedestals bearing sculptures in which Spirituality and Sexuality would seem to reign Sovereign. A relationship is found in nakedness and prayer, evidenced in Park’s interest in showing the genital area.

The sharpest details of most pieces are the eyes, observing the observer. They're captivating, somewhat unsettling as they ceaselessly look longingly from their ceramic bodies. What are they missing in life? What the heck are they making us feel..?

A piece of the Procession collection looks skyward, kaleidoscopic triangles on his stomach posing a sharp contrast against deathly grey body as they point with his stare. Is he dying or praying? His cheeks redden and he screams. Does prayer breach the wall between here and death? Every aspect of this moribund figure is distressingly attractive. His back arches. Then his poised mouth is no longer screaming. He's taking a long, soul-catching breath. But he was doing that the whole time, of course, drawing you in. Still, the eyes!

Conspiracy is haunting, the title is perfect. Postures lean in, whisper. Institutionalized religion? Where has the naked Spirituality gone? 

"And as you go out into the world, may the Lord make you truly thankful," says the priest to the collection of sculptures gathered around him in Sermon. His magic works, it's difficult to leave the exhibition feeling otherwise.

Procession

That Which Opens- Poet

Visitation
https://zanes-blog.blogspot.com/2011/05/suji-park-that-which-opens-at-brett.html

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