Free the Probe-Heads! Once More into the Uncanny Valley with Daniel Silver

Daniel Silver: Angel Dew (2024)

Statuario Altissimo marble and bronze (172 x 66 x 104 cm)  

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Beyond the face lies an altogether different inhumanity - free the probe-heads!

 

 

I. 

 

One of the things I like about Daniel Silver's Uncanny Valley exhibition at the Frith Street Gallery, is that it has given me a new appreciation for the astonishing beauty of that metamorphic rock formed from limestone or dolomite (and composed of calcite crystals) that the ancient Greeks called mármaros, with reference to its gleaming character, and that we know today as marble. 

 

Previously, I've expressed concerns with this material long-favoured by sculptors keen to work within a Classical tradition; concerns mostly of a political nature to do with marble's high-ranking status within what Barthes terms a hierarchy of substances [a].  

 

But, after seeing Silver's new works up close, it becomes impossible not to admire the grandeur of the marble sourced from an old Italian stone yard - particularly as Silver essentially leaves the rock as quarried, only lightly treating the surface or making sculptural marks upon it. 

 

Even without the bronze heads that sit atop them, one could spend many hours happily contemplating these rocks and their geo-aesthetic qualities.

 

But, talking of the metal alloy heads ...

 

 

II.

I'm pleased that Silver seems to privilege the head over the face; that he leaves the latter inscrutable and unsmiling. Because, like Deleuze and Guattari, I have problems with the face which has long held a privileged and determining place within Western art and Western metaphysics in general [b].

 

We like to think our face is individual and unique. But it isn't: it's essentially a type of social machine that overcodes not just the head, but the entire body, like a monstrous hood, ensuring that any asignifying or non-subjective forces and flows arising from the libidinal chaos of the latter are neutralized in advance. 

 

The smile and all our other familiar facial expressions are merely types of conformity with the dominant reality. If men and women still have a destiny, it is to escape the face, becoming imperceptible. 

 

And how do we do that? 

 

Not by returning to animality, nor even returning to the head prior to facialisation. We find a way, rather, to release what Deleuze and Guattari term têtes chercheuses ...

 

 

III.

 

The primitive head is beautiful but faceless: the modern face is produced "only when the head ceases to be part of the body ..." and is overcoded, as we say above, by the face as social machine in a process "worthy of Doctor Moreau: horrible and magnificent" [c].  

 

But we can't go back: neo-primitivism is not the answer. As Deleuze and Guattari note, renegade westerners will "always be failures at playing African or Indian [...] and no voyage to the South Seas, however arduous, will allow us to [...] lose our face" [188].

 

But perhaps art can help us here: not as an end in itself existing for its own sake, but "as a tool for blazing life lines, in other words, all of those real becomings that are produced only in art, and all those [...] positive deterritorializations that never reterritorialize on art, but instead sweep it away with them toward the realms of the asignifying, asubjective, and faceless" [187].

 

In other words, perhaps art can liberate probe-heads that "dismantle the strata in their wake, break through the walls of significance, pour out of the holes of subjectivity" [190] and steer inhuman forces and flows along lines of creative flight. 

 

 

IV.

 

To be honest, I'm not entirely convinced that Daniel Silver is on board with this project; he's a self-confessed Freudian after all and what we're proposing here is very much anti-Oedipus. Ultimately, I fear there's something a little Allzumenschliches about his vision. 

 

But, you never know: he clearly finds heads fascinating and there's definitely the promise of something vital in his work; something that "exists between the human and non-human, intertwining rocks with bodies, minerals with flesh, embodying multiple temporalities" [d].

 

 

Notes

 

[a] See the post dated 1 December 2012 - Why I Love Mauro Perucchetti's Jelly Baby Family - click here. And see Roland Barthes, 'Plastic', in Mythologies, trans. Annette Lavers (Paladin, 1973), pp. 104-106, where the phrase 'hierarchy of substances' is used.  

[b] See the post dated 13 September 2013 - The Politics of the Face - click here.

[c] Deleuze and Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus, trans. Brian Massumi (The Athlone Press, 1996), p. 170. Future page references to this text will be given directly in the post. 

[d] Paula Zambrano, Curator of Programmes at the Contemporary Art Society, writing in a short piece posted on 6 December 2024: click here. 

Readers might be interested in an earlier post published on Daniel Silver's Uncanny Valley exhibition  - From Victory to Stone (17 Dec 2024): click here. 

 

This post is for Poppy Sebire (Director of the Frith Street Gallery) for kindly sharing her insights into Daniel Silver's artwork. 

From Victory to Stone: Into the Uncanny Valley with Daniel Silver

Daniel Silver: Uncanny Valley (29 November 2024 - 18 January 2025)

Frith Street Gallery (Golden Square, London) 

Photo by Ben Westoby / frithstreetgallery.com 

 

I. 

 

Firstly - and I hope this doesn't seem too pedantic - but the concept of the uncanny valley does not refer to an underworld in which one finds oneself lost, as the press release for the new exhibition of work by British sculptor Daniel Silver at the Frith Street Gallery claims [1]. 

The uncanny valley - as I'm sure many torpedophiles will know - is a psychophysiological phenomenon (rather than a mythogeographical location, such as Hades) that refers to the unease and revulsion experienced by people when challenged by certain ambiguities, inconsistencies, and/or discrepancies (in voice, movement, or appearance) of the almost but not quite human [2].  

 

 

II.

 

Daniel Silver was born in London, in 1972, and studied at the Slade School of Fine Art and The Royal College of Art.  

 

He describes his sculptural work as an attempt to combine ancient and modern elements whilst, simultaneously, communicating something of the timeless (and universal) character of humanity - not a project that I approve of, obviously.

 

For such idealism invariably means a retreat from external reality and the positing of a fantasy of inner life and essential being that ultimately serves to domesticate and contain mankind within some kind of crypto-theological or, in this case, a psychoanalytic narrative (Silver is a reader of Freud, so not surprising that he should think about the family ties between his pieces).  

 

Having said that, Silver does remain committed to celebrating the substantial nature of his figures, in bronze and large, heavy pieces of raw marble excavated from an old Italian stone yard, and it's this that most excites about the ten pieces in this exhibition (certainly more than the oedipal elements that he attempts to overcode the work with). 

 

Indeed, if I were a sculptor, I would be exclusively concerned with materiality and the fact that human biology is founded upon and born of geology, not Geist - i.e., that organic life evolved from inorganic rocks and minerals in a chemical process known as abiogenesis (now there's a title and a theme for a new exhibition) [3].       

 

 

Notes

 

[1] Click here to go to the Frith Street Gallery website where full details of Daniel Silver's Uncanny Valley exhibition (29 Nov 2024 - 18 Jan 2025) can be found and a copy of the press release downoaded.

 

[2] This term, uncanny valley, is an English translation (by the art critic Jasia Reichardt) of a phrase coined in 1970 by Japanese roboticist Masahiro Mori - bukimi no tani. In order to avoid association with the earlier psychoanalytic concept of das Unheimliche (which Freud developed from the work of Ernst Jentsch), the phrase is sometimes alternatively translated in English as valley of eeriness (which is unfortunately not quite as catchy, even if arguably more accurate).

      According to Mark Fisher, the eerie is a distinct mode of strangeness that troubles the notion of agency and makes us question our own existence or uniqueness, making us feel anxious or apprehensive. It has very little to do with Freud's concept and should not be equated to the latter.    

      See Mark Fisher, the Weird and the Eerie (Repeater Books, 2016). And see my two-part post on this work published 10 October 2023: click here.   

 

[3] Paula Zambrano, Curator of Programmes at the Contemporary Art Society, anticipates what I'm suggesting here in her short piece posted on 6 December 2024 on the CAS website, writing that Silver's work "exists between the human and non-human, intertwining rocks with bodies, minerals with flesh, embodying multiple temporalities". That's spot on, I think. 

      Unfortunately, however, she ends her piece mistakenly claiming that the uncanny valley is "shaped by memories and desires" and "is the realm of the underworld as a metaphor for the unconscious", thereby falling into the Freudian trap that Mark Fisher warned against (see note 2 above).

      To read Zambrano's article in full, click here.    

 

 

Musical bonus 1: The title of Silver's exhibition - 'Uncanny Valley' - comes from a track by the singer-songwriter Johnny Flynn working in collaboration with author Robert MacFarlane, that was released as a single from the studio album The Moon Also Rises (Transgressive Records, 2023): click here.

 

Musical bonus 2: The title of this post - 'From Victory to Stone' -  comes from a track by the Scottish punk rock band the Skids, released as the second single from their debut album Scared to Dance (Virgin Records, 1979). Written by Richard Jobson and Stuart Adamson, it reached number 10 in the UK Singles Chart: click here.  

 

Click here for another post written on Daniel Silver's Uncanny Valley exhibition at the Frith Street Gallery (29 Nov 2024 - 18 Jan 2025).   

 

 

Marlene Dumas: Mourning Marsyas (2024)

I. 

 

Regular readers will recall that back in April of this year, I went along to the Horse Hospital to view the overtly political artwork of Gee Vaucher and hear what she had to say about her time working with Crass (an anarcho-hippie collective based at Dial House in Essex and masquerading as punks during the period 1977-1984): click here.  

And they might also recall that in September of this year, I visited the Richard Saltoun Gallery, in Mayfair, to view a solo exhibition by Penny Slinger; another British-born artist who likes to combine elements of surrealism with (feminist-informed sexual) politics and another woman now aged in her seventies (at 77, she's just two years younger than Vaucher): click here. 

 

Anyway, completing this trio of septuagenarian female artists is Marlene Dumas (71), whose solo exhibition of sixteen new(ish) works at the Frith Street Gallery - including the large (100 x 30 cm) canvas pictured here entitled Mourning Marsyas - I went to see earlier this week ... [1] 

 

II.

 

For those, like me, whose knowledge of ancient mythology is patchy at best (but who aren't fortunate enough to have the Little Greek on hand to fill in the gaps), Marsyas was the satyr who - skilled as he was on the double pipe (αὐλός) - mistakenly challenged Apollo to a contest to determine who was the best musician. 

 

All-too-predictably, the Muses found in favour of the latter, and Apollo, proving that the only thing worse than a bad loser is a vindictive winner, punished Marsyas by skinning him alive [2].  

 

There are, I suppose, numerous ways we might interpret this story. But Dumas - who was born and grew up in South Africa during apartheid - always likes to side with the victim, be that Christ hanging on his Cross or a dead member of the Red Army Faction.

 

Thus, for Dumas, Apollo is the villain and Marsyas symbolises not hubris, but the right of the individual to freely express themselves artistically. And so she mourns Marsyas and all others who have died in their attempt to challenge those wielding power and authority. 

 

I've seen it suggested that there's a certain tenderness in Dumas's canvas which is missing from the savage beauty of Titian's Flaying Marsyas painted 470 years earlier. And that might be the case: or it might be pity which is on display here, which is an altogether different thing (often confused with compassion) [3]. 

 

It's a shame that Iris Murdoch isn't around to consult on this question [4]. 

 

 

III. 

 

All in all, I like Dumas's paintings; created, according to the gallery press release, 'through a mixture of chance and intention [...] combining very fast and focused actions with reflective pauses'. 

 

What that means is that Dumas often pours paint directly onto the canvas and then goes from there, teasing out a central figure or a face. Sometimes these figures and faces appear in an instant, whilst at other times they require careful consideration [5].

 

Strangely, despite Dumas openly confessing that her works are "'heavy with the weight of a bad conscience, deceased lovers, past failures and present atrocities'" [6], I found the exhibition quite refreshing; perhaps Nietzsche was right after all and cruelty is indeed one of the oldest festive joys of mankind [7].       

 

Apart from the central work after which the exhibition took its name, there were several other works that caught my eye, including a phallic picture consisting of a pair of big black cocks and a smaller canvas commemorating the 69 people killed at a summer camp on the island of Utøya in July 2011 by the Norwegian neo-Nazi Anders Breivik (what this tells us about her and/or me readers can decide).

 

 

Marlene Dumas: Two Gods (2021) Oil on canvas (150 x 140 cm) 

and Utøya (2018-2023) Oil on canvas (40 x 50 cm) 

Photos by Peter Cox courtesy the artist and Frith Street Gallery, London

   

 

Notes

 

[1] Marlene Dumas: Mourning Marsyas opened at the Frith Street Gallery (Golden Square) on 20 September and finishes on 16 November 2024. Full details can be found by clicking here. 

 

[2] For those readers keen to know further details, the story of Marsyas can be found in Book VI (lines 382-400) of Ovid's Metamorphoses: click here for a translation by A. S. Kline (2000) on poetryintranslation.com 

 

[3] Nietzsche famously viewed pity as a dangerous pathological condition that weakens the pitier and degrades the pitied. It is thus a form of practical nihilism disguised as a moral virtue. Compassion, on the other hand, is a feeling with the one who suffers; not a feeling for and is born of a true love for others as well as a love of fate. 

      Readers who wish to know more on this might like to see the essay by Suzanne Obdrzalek, 'On the Contrast between Pity and Compassion in Nietzsche', in Aporia, Vol. 7 ( BYU, 1997), pp. 59-72. It can be downloaded and read as a pdf by clicking here.

 

[4] The Irish-British novelist and philosopher Iris Murdoch was a huge fan of Titian's late masterpiece (painted c. 1570-76), once describing it as the greatest of all works of art in the Western tradition in that it manages to touch on life in all its ambiguity, horror, and misery whilst, at the same time, being a beautiful work that invests the human story with something divine. 

 

[5] It's not surprising to discover that Dumas often refers to the concept of pareidolia when discussing her work; i.e., the psychological phenomenon by which the brain is given to perceive meaningful images (such as faces) in random visual stimuli. I have written on this phenomenon in a post dated 4 June 2015: click here. 

 

[6] Dumas writing in an introductory essay to the Mourning Marsyas exhibition and cited by Adrian Searle in his interview with her in The Guardian (23 September 2023): click here. 

 

[7] See Nietzsche, Morgenröthe (1881), I. 18. Translated into English by R. J. Hollingdale as Daybreak (Cambridge University Press, 1982).  

 

Marlene Dumas

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