sat 27/04/2024

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Douglas Gordon: K.364

Douglas Gordon: K.364

Nice music - but Gordon's sleight-of-hand trickery adds nothing

After writing about a recent survey of French artist Philippe Parreno at the Serpentine Gallery last year, I found myself wondering about his collaboration with the Scottish artist Douglas Gordon. In 2006 the two artists made the acclaimed film Zidane: A 21st Century Portrait, and while Parreno’s skills as a film-maker were pretty evident from that first UK solo exhibition, Gordon’s talents must surely lie elsewhere - that is, outside the frame. Neither technically ambitious nor visually seductive, his films are not even meant to be seen in their entirety, certainly not his 1993 24-hour Psycho, which is simply a frame-by-frame re-presentation of the Hitchcock classic.

So where does this “elsewhere” lie? And why does he, 15 years after winning the Turner Prize, continue to beguile and intrigue? I must admit I’m not altogether sure. Neither am I wholly convinced. His 2002 Hayward Gallery survey certainly involved quite a bit of neat illusionistic trickery, which was fun for some and frankly creepy for others, and the themes that have preoccupied him since - dualities, doubles, shadows, good versus evil, creation versus destruction - are packed with a compelling narrative impetus (naturally, being Scottish, he’s been very taken with Stevenson’s Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde). But where does that interest lead us? Through darker, more intriguing alleys? Or do we come out of the other side feeling as if it’s all been a bit smoke and mirrors?

There are certainly a few cunningly placed mirrors in this exhibition. As you enter the main gallery, mirrors either side fool you as points of entry, whilst straight ahead you appear to face a long, narrow corridor. This in turn appears to adjoin a second, brightly lit room, in contrast to the gloom of the main space. But, in fact, that is nothing other than a reflection, too, a fact that might take you several minutes rather than seconds to work out. (You'd think you’d recognise yourself pretty quickly in a line-up, but how genuinely, shockingly foreign our movements and gestures can appear to us).

DouglasGordon_PoolBorrowing its title from Mozart’s Sinfonia Concertante in E-flat major, also known as Kochel Composition K 364, the work features two cinematic screens which face each other. Different but related film footage plays on either screen and the footage is reflected in mirrors placed behind each screen: a train journey; desolate, sparsely wooded vistas; tracks disappearing into the horizon; a passenger talking, in fragments - about his mother, her Polish heritage, about “homeland”, whatever that may mean; synchronised swimming; circles of diffuse light dancing against dark. Finally, a stirring recital of Mozart’s K 364, glorious and enveloping.

DouglasGordon_orchestraBut the glory belongs to Mozart and the musicians alone. The work meditates on history in a kind of loose, insubstantial fashion, hitching a ride, as it were: two Israeli musicians are travelling from Berlin to Warsaw to perform at the Philharmonic concert hall. On the way they pass Poznan, where the public baths used to house a synagogue. The journey seems agonisingly slow, interspersed as it is by desultory, Impressionistic fragments. “The sublime beauty of music can transcend the banality of evil”; “Out of destruction comes creation”. One can finally tease out such messages from the work. But, as for the rest - the spooky doubling and mirroring - what do they really add? Are we supposed to be having fun, or are we to be profoundly moved? Gordon’s sleight-of-hand trickery has been a witty enough distraction, but is too slight to persuade in either direction.

Elsewhere, a ragged installation could be a doubling of Gordon’s studio: pictures and postcards, thematically arranged on the wall; smashed mirrors and skull fragments in a pulled-out drawer, tightly rolled-up notes in another; empty wine bottles on a sill. Biographical snapshots, past work, abiding preoccupations. The myth of the fast and loose-living artist loosely repackaged as art? Everything Gordon adds merely subtracts, until you are left to make sense of ever-more elusive fragments. Patchy ideas endlessly revisited.

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