Lost is Found, Cornerhouse, Manchester - 14/1/12 - 19/2/12
When it comes to personal interpretation, it is often the case that an object will have a thousand meanings, one being its literal use, and the others being secret connotations which an item holds for different people. Of course interpretations, and certainly conflicting interpretations, have been integral to Art from the word go, and it is this intriguing connection which this exhibition has used for inspiration.
Despite only consisting of nine artists, this show demonstrates an impressive variety of media. Being a fan of Rauschenberg and his combines, I was particularly drawn to
the pieces using ‘found objects,’ perhaps the most accessible medium to work with, but often overlooked. Andrea Brooker, a Manchester based artist, creates her work using redundant lettering from regenerated or discarded buildings in surrounding areas. Spilt Milk does what it says on the carton, literally spelling out the words of its title on the wall of the room; however this piece is a comment on the displacement of identity which can often be felt when a place from your memory is demolished. In rescuing this lettering from the wreckage, Brooker shows viewers that objects can, and often do, adopt new purpose and meaning.
Richard Proffitt, another emerging patron of the found object, is the creator of a quirky looking ‘bike’ entitled Louisiana Blues, Anywhere (pictured), which certainly can’t be missed when walking into the exhibition. This piece uses everything from sheep skulls to blu-tack to faux fur to a light bulb. While Proffitt states that his scrap amalgamation is a ‘relic inspired by biker subculture,’ it ties in perfectly with the ethos of the rest of the pieces in Lost is Found. Strung with fur and all kinds of threads, twigs and bits of everything, all is recycled here to create a living moped, emblazoned with secret metaphors of personal culture and identity.
Emily Speed is more concerned with implying the fragility of the home. Egg, nest, home, country, universe involves little plaster eggs with tiny houses built on their outer shells, a clever comment on the delicate nature of a home, whether it be the relationships within it or the physical foundations, easily defeated by nature.by Liz Buckley