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There Will Be Mud: Contemporary Ceramics At The Hayward
Jennifer Lucy Allan , November 19th, 2022 09:52

A new show on London’s South Bank brings together big names like Grayson Perry and Edmund de Waal with lesser known ceramic artists, such as Lubna Chowdhary, Salvatore Arancio, and Klara Kristalova

Installation view of Brie Ruais, Strange Clay_ Ceramics in Contemporary Art at the Hayward Gallery (26 October 2022 - 8 January 2023). Photo: Mark Blower. Courtesy the Hayward Gallery

Everyone knows someone who's got into pottery in the last five years. I might be writing a book about the stuff, but it feels like clay is everywhere right now, in high culture and low. Instagram is wall-to-wall ceramicists, to the point that there’s not one but two pottery meme accounts jostling for top spot (@gay4clay and @cerameme).

More seriously, the material is becoming more prevalent within artistic practice (in works by artists like Jade Montserrat, Florence Peake and Keith Harrison) and in exhibitions such as the recent Body Vessel Clay which brilliantly explored the work and legacy of Ladi Kwali, and straddled craft, art, and museum show. However, it’s major contemporary art institutions that The Hayward picks up, where it’s been somewhat (if not completely) lacking despite current trends. As the gallery’s director Ralph Rugoff emphasises in the press view speeches: Strange Clay aims to redress historical resistance met to clay as a serious art medium.

In the survey of twenty-three artists, established and emerging, a handful of stars of the ceramic art world are included, some of whom are household names like Grayson Perry whose vases, jugs and platters subvert and renew tradition. There’s also Edmund de Waal, whose Atmosphere (2014) plays on light and air, in materials otherwise dense and brittle: glass, metal, porcelain. In it, misted vitrines containing assortments of narrow porcelain cylinders hang like clouds from the gallery roof – we view them from below, (significant as they have untidy bases, because they were thrown in a single breath and left un-turned). The vitrines are hung in formations like cumulus over an open landscape, the porcelain made weightless by glazes in palest blues and cirrus grey.

It is always a joy to see pots by the grand dame of British ceramics, Magdalene Odundo, whose hand-built forms in burnished blacks and terracotta reference ancient and traditional forms, with added HR Giger-ish spines and graceful necks. Her pots have added presence through the contrast drawn with Takuro Kuwata’s oozing candy-coloured forms. The engorged blue and pink dome (the main show image) is far bigger than I expected. It towers Akira-like; a skittles and cola experiment frozen mid-surge. Other blobs or chawan-like shapes are coated in crater glazes, syrupy metallics, or studded with gold and green pimples like rare caterpillars.

These established names share space with young and emerging artists like Ugandan multimedia artist Leilah Babiyre, whose coil-made idols are crowned with bike chains scavenged from New York streets, and Woody De Othello, whose unreal montage includes chunky distortions of functional items: a melting spoon and large mug are like Dali at playgroup; cartoonish vessels are gifted praying hands and cherry red lips; a pair of feet melt down the stairs.

Themes emerge from the curation: ceramic processes are referenced in one of Rachel Kneebone's porcelain works, where agglomerations like porcelain wasters (pots fused in the kiln and discarded) hang as a chandelier in the stairwell. Aaron Angell’s encrusted assemblages suggest dinnerware that will never be used, as if liberating them from the insistent functionality of studio pottery. Elsewhere the beauty of potter’s glaze tests are referenced in David Zink Yi's All My Colours, a series of elongated almonds in a vast palette from muted, stippled and speckled to volcanic glazes and iron tiger stripes.

More arresting is his giant squid, splayed on the gallery floor in an oily pool of water. It is incredibly lifelike, wildly uncanny, and almost impossible not to touch. I struggle not to check the wetness of that puddle – is it liquid? Resin? It feels absurd to be stood barrier-less next to this huge wet carcass, and not caress a slimy-looking sucker, but this is a gallery, and I know I am categorically not allowed. This wetness reoccurs throughout the show, like in Brie Ruais’s work, where two large Catherine Wheels of clay are hung like enormous fingerpaintings, with swipes of a pale glaze that seems to be an opaque liquid defying gravity, hung on a wall and frozen in time.

Installation view of Liu Jianhua, Strange Clay_ Ceramics in Contemporary Art at the Hayward Gallery (26 October 2022 - 8 January 2023). Photo: Mark Blower. Courtesy the Hayward Gallery

The main ground floor is all about architecture, from Emma Hart’s double-sided pop art windscreens that play with shape and colour, to the late Betty Woodman’s painterly frieze of pottery in motion, and Lubna Chowdhary’s bold ceramic tiled pieces, that reference both Islamic tile geometry and 60s Barbican-era design. These fragments are echoed in Shahpour Pouyan’s miniature rooftops: an object-list of all the cultures that came out in his DNA test, each in cast, moulded or hand formed clay, which echo the glaze tests upstairs, in solid burnished blacks and matt turquoises, to icy crackle and satin cherry reds.

More uncanny are Jonathan Baldock’s ceramic towers, which emit a barely audible soundtrack of whistling and humming from stacked tubes with realistic mouths. Elsewhere, Klara Kristalova’s fairytale clay characters are equally unnerving, the mounds of drying foliage creating a heady vapour that adds to the sense of threshold transgressed. The possibilities of clay to extend the imagination runs further into storytelling in Lindsey Mendick’s works. For her, it is a mode of reimagining unpleasant domestic realities, through a chaotic diorama in which the house is a battleground – ceramic roaches are boxing on a copy of OK magazine, and mice stage a Napoleonic battle on some seriously subsiding kitchen units. It is a singular work and a mammoth undertaking for hands and mind.

Perhaps the most compelling work is that which references nature but deviates from any familiar notion of the organic (clay is just mud, after all). In Salvatore Arancio’s pieces natural forms are distended into the psychedelic, in crisp pearlescent totems that erupt like cosmic asparagus from black lava stone. Similarly, Ron Nagle’s repeat in my mind long after. His is the most miniature work on show, and its airbrushed synthetic surfaces are like 3D printed Robert Beatty illustrations. The textures are too immaculate, as if computer generated, whether a lacquered midnight blue over sharp angles, or a lumpen two-pronged form in a Global Hypercolour mauve and neon aquamarine.

Installation view of Lubna Chowdhary, Strange Clay_ Ceramics in Contemporary Art at the Hayward Gallery (26 October 2022 - 8 January 2023). Photo: Mark Blower. Courtesy the Hayward Gallery

While it is perhaps only true that clay faces resistance in art if you stick a load of caveats to that statement, this show remains significant. There is perhaps a general sort of parallel with photography to draw. Just as the practical and technical elements of documentary photography obstructed its acceptance as an art medium, so perhaps a distaste for craft – along with the technical demands of ceramics – have blurred desired boundaries that would see work in clay embraced by contemporary art institutions. You are still more likely to see established names like de Waal and Perry at the British Museum or V&A than at the Tate Modern, for example. This may only be true insofar as you restrict yourself to art as defined by the major institutions that buy, sell and house it, but the curation of Strange Clay feels like a high-water mark, upping the ante for strangeness while retaining references to wider ceramic practices and traditional processes, because for all my hand-wringing here over exactly the neglect being rectified by Strange Clay, its curation is a triumph, playing with both the past, present and future possibilities of a most abundant material. The most powerful moments are the most tactile – from the squid’s oily pool to glossy glazed surfaces – so if I have a complaint it is unresolvable and applies to all exhibitions: that I can’t touch this stuff. I regret that I am not allowed to fondle or stroke these extremely valuable artworks, or in the case of Lindsey Mendick, to play in these scenes. (I scratched the itch by handling all the giftshop mugs and vases by studio potters, happily weighing them in the hand.)

While the moments where functional ceramic objects are referenced (in giftshop and gallery) bring Strange Clay into sharp focus, it plays best upon the imagination when this most everyday material becomes literally unearthly. It’s in this duality of potential as the real and the unreal; the earth bound and limitless, that clay will always provide transcendent possibilities for art.

Strange Clay: Ceramics in Contemporary Art is at the Hayward Gallery, London, until 8 January 2023