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Jackson Pollock: Blind SpotsTate
Liverpool
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The Wooden Horse, 1948 |
Possibly influenced by an exhibition of black and white paintings by European artists at the Samuel Kootz gallery, Pollock's interest in monochrome is also evident in earlier try-outs like Triad, 1948. Here, two skeletal white figures are dancing against a pure black background, one almost breaking a leg as it leans back and high-kicks to an unknown rhythm. This is a sign of the figurative pirouetting its way into the abstract, something which Pollock thought was a necessary consequence of opening up his unconscious mind: "figures are bound to emerge painting is a state of being". Begun a few years later, the works in this exhibition show the emerging figures have stopped dancing and started to struggle within their abstract world. No 14, 1951 hides a head that looks out of the tendrils, similar in sullen struggle to William Blake's Job, and the so-called "Frogman" of No.23, 1951 practically croaks as he's drowned in a pool of black enamel paint.
Some of the works, especially the mesmerising Portrait and a Dream (1953), contain faces floating uncomfortably next to gyrations of line and limb, reminding us of the numerous photographs taken of Pollock looking surly beside his own work. Hans Namuth's stills and videos of Pollock painting in his studio, while his loose, finished canvases dangle down from the barn roof above, are now iconic records of creativity. However, in the aftermath of such exposure, Pollock felt anxious and remarked to his friend Jeffrey Potter that he now had sympathy with the primitive fear of photography on the mystical grounds that it must steal the soul as the bounty for capturing a good likeness. Similar to the "that-has-been" finality that Roland Barthes thought was the tragic effect of photography, the soul-snatching loss of having your unconscious mind caught on tape seems to pervade this new self-conscious, even mournful, style.
Portrait and a Dream, 1953 |
Also in this fascinating exhibition are plaster and gauze sculptures (sculpture was apparently Pollock's first artistic calling) that look like old earwax and a small room's worth of drawings on Japanese mulberry and Howell paper. With artistic indolence and the return of alcoholism souring productivity in his last years, he became a drunk unable to drool or drip. He was repeatedly asked by dealers to organise a retrospective due to lack of new material; to bundle the strange late works in with the recognised triumphs. Tate Liverpool ignores this and focuses closely on the extraordinary black series. Odd patches of colour in Yellow Islands (1952), a flat earth of a painting, are here to remind the viewer of the stark colourlessness of the starring sequence. A distant relative of the Surrealist's parlour-game drawings of mismatched cadavers, a game which Pollock regularly played with his wife and fellow artists in the 1940's, this series is more of an exquisite corpus; through the course of the half-figurative drips and pours, artist and signature creation are being stitched back together in desperate surgery. A must see for anyone wanting to see the late Pollock.