‘Stuart Ringholt: Kraft’,

Artlink Vol. 34 No. 2, 2014

Sophie Knezic

Stuart Ringholt: Kraft

Monash University Museum of Art

14 February – 17 April 2014

Curators: Charlotte Day and Robert Leonard

 

 

A declarative concern with mortification, embarrassment and exposé has characterised Stuart Ringholt’s work over the last decade. Notorious for his self-deprecating performances which interpolate moments of humiliation within the everyday – walking in public with toilet paper trailing from the back of his pants, travelling on public transport chewing a biro until the ink seeps over his lips, or wearing second hand clothing with price tags demonstrably on view – Ringholt has ventured into the territory of un-decorum from which most of us steer well clear.

 

Anyone who has returned from a restaurant bathroom with their skirt ungainly tucked into their underpants or spoken authoritatively with morsels of spinach stuck between their teeth only to be informed of such details ex post facto, will share in silent solidarity with Ringholt’s cringeworthy performances. Ringholt has harnessed these potential everyday faux pas in works such as Embarrassed (2001-03) and Funny Fear Workshop (2004): the latter an active recruitment of the gallery-going public into facing their fears of such quotidian mishaps through pre-emption and voluntary enactment.

 

For the recent survey show hosted by MUMA, 'Stuart Ringholt: Kraft', traces of these socially outré acts are apparent but amplified into more maverick form. There’s a reclamation of the foolish, the silly or daring which mark the limits of socially sanctioned behaviour. The exhibition is a farrago of Ringholtisms, from the deft visual interventions of his porno collages to the horizontal gags of his scatter work Low Sculpture (2008). There’s a quaint humour coursing through these works, not-so-latent sexual puns, a wry phallic comedy played out in fragmented body part substitutes. In Nudes (2013) Ringholt shows his vintage taste in porn magazines, eschewing the hardcore for something much more benign and retro to boot. These images comprise a series of found photos of naked or scantily clad men and women posing in domestic interiors whose 1970s décor proves the perfect mise-en-scène for the artist’s collage method of covering over the bare genitalia of the subjects with an assortment of kitsch furniture or objects d’art. For an artist who has no qualms about getting his gear off, it’s a false modesty and therein lies the irony of the jest. Low Sculpture continues the strategy of sexual displacements with its motley composite objects strewn across the gallery floor; a pumpkin punctured by an insecticide bottle, a cabana sausage snuggled in a woollen beanie, another protruding vertically from a plastic hamburger. Ringholt refers to this floor work as a kind of ‘dark pop’[i], a psychic junkyard of discrepant forms whose disrupted functionality delights in deflationary buffoonery. There’s a camaraderie with artists like Fischli and Weiss, and Sarah Lucas who make similarly drole sculpture out of a capricious junction of the unsettling and the comic.

 

One of the mainstays of Ringholt’s practice is his notorious nude gallery tours undertaken in public venues such as the MONA in Hobart and the NGV in Melbourne, where visitors are invited to become participants by disrobing along with Ringholt to view artworks in the buff. Club Purple, the centrepiece of the current MUMA survey exhibition, is a lively extension of this. Taking up a third of the gallery’s floorspace, Club Purple is a nude disco enclosed within partition walls whose entry is permitted only to those willing to undress and dance naked to any of the 6,000 dance tracks listed on an electronic jukebox. It’s a strategy that divides audiences into two camps: those who will and those who won’t. Club Purple is a provocation to our ingrained sense of bodily inhibition. Unless one is a card-carrying naturist, the prospect of stripping off in a public space is daunting because it transgresses habituated cultural codes. When visiting the exhibition, this writer did not anticipate entering but an impulse to do so arose and the experience was exhilarating. Through this dimly lit nightclub replete with projected LED disco lights, Ringholt offers the intrepid participant a distilled space for dancing unemcumbered by the practical, aesthetic and semiotic functions of dress – a prelapsarian realm of disinhibition. Boogieing in the buff to Pseudo Echo’s cover of Funkytown made me realise how restrained we are in everyday life.

 

 

Adjcacent to Club Purple, separated by a thin a partition is the newly commissioned work courtesy of the Katherine Hannay Trust, Untitled (2014), an oversized functional mantel clock, the other standout in the exhibition. Exquisitely fabricated with its componentry visible from the rear, the mammoth clock is run by a PLC program controlling the movement of the second hand recalibrated to chart a 575-day year instead of a 365 and a quarter day year – the duration of the earth’s rotation around the sun. In other words, it is a fast clock, whose visible rotations compress the 24-hour day into a span of 18 hours. A perversion of the solar system and a face-to-face encounter with accelerated time, Ringholt’s clock materialises the pressures of metric time; how we never seem to have enough of it and how it passes so quickly. Time is not divisible from the experience of it, as Maurice Merleau-Ponty notes, but ‘arises from my relation to things.’[ii] By warping our ordinary experience of time, Untitled (2014) is both a jolting reminder and physical representation of the anxiety-provoking nexus between temporality and subjectivity.

 

Ringholt has premised his artistic practice on an exploration of whether art can be useful – of practical assistance to everyday living. By highlighting the borders of cultural and social convention, Ringholt offers us an inroad into a territory of ‘un-convention’, the possibility to expand our experiential parameters and think our bodies in the world afresh.

 

Image caption:

Stuart Ringholt, Club Purple (detail), 2014, nude disco, dimensions variable.

 

[i] Stuart Ringholt in conversation with Charlotte Day, Monash University Art Design and Architecture, 9th April, 2014.

[ii] Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Phenomenology of Perception, Routledge, London and New York, 2007, (first published as Phénomènologie de la Perception by Gallimard, Paris, 1945), p. 478