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Thursday, 25 October 2012
Review of Gordon Picken's Solastalgia Show by Fern Insh
When I look at Treehouse by Gordon Picken, one of a selection of recent paintings by the artist currently on display at The Old Ambulance Depot, I feel I empathise with him. My attachment to the old library, which I do not have for the new library which I am sitting in, tiptoed up behind me like a welcome ghost when I first saw the painting. The artist’s memories of the Treehouse are fragmented, multiple images work together to form the entire piece, but, he too, remembers every minute detail of the structure somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind. He can visualise the three steps up to the doorway, the irregularity of the slats which covered the windows and the precise point where the rusty join in the sign spliced text. The general shape of the building may be skewed in memory, but the peculiarities are as vivid as if they were visited yesterday. In reality, this small building was beside a road. This can be deduced from the single yellow line which runs along the pavement connected to the foundation bricks. The asphalt in the image sharply fades away, leaving the building suspended in a fragmented wooded landscape. Something isn’t quite right.
The dislocated conception of Treehouse and the inability to record general locality thrust this building into a personal limbo. Picken’s feelings when reconstructing this spot do not seem cheerful. When the sections of the work join, it is like the artist is desperately trying to reformulate the thing so as not to risk its loss. The trees in the background are dead and wiry. They coil around the little house like atmospheric counterparts in a horror film – decayed, but animated. At any time they could engulf the house and steal it away from Picken forever. It is for this reason that the title seems so apt. Solastalgia: the feeling one gets when they experience a longing for the desired status quo of their surroundings – remembering, as it were, how things are supposed to be and not, due to the effects of things out with one’s control, as they are now. Similarly, even though I am in the university library and all the books I used to work from are here, it all just feels a bit strange. I should be next door in a building which no longer exists.
The absence of the artist’s physical presence in the work, but the strong indication that he is reacting to the scene within the image is reminiscent of paintings by the American modernist, Edward Hopper. Hopper’s paintings, like the infamous Nighthawks of 1942, were like stage sets awaiting a star actor. This protagonist, however, never arrives. Life just ticks on as normal in a mundane helpless World – anticipating everything, but failing to deliver on all counts. For the absent human in Picken’s work, however, the situation appears even bleaker. The artist, given the despair and frustration conveyed in the construction of his paintings, might never get things back to the way he wishes them to be. Treehouse, and further powerful works by Picken, are, given their sheer obscurity, well worth seeing at the Old Ambulance Depot this week.
Solastalgia is on show at The Old Ambulance Depot, 77 Brunswick Street, Edinburgh, until the 28th of October. For more details follow this link.