John Hurrell – 8 January, 2020
I want to briefly draw out Curnow's comments in particular, looking at five or six works in the show, because I'm fascinated by—despite the seriousness of McCahon's life's project—what (surprisingly) can be seen as mischievousness in his practice; the ‘appetite for ambiguity' that Curnow refers to. It makes me wonder if McCahon is teasing; a bit sly; a bit of a scamp? Perhaps some sort of trickster?
Colin McCahon in Auckland
A Place to Paint
Curated by Ron Brownson and Julia Waite
10 August 2019 - 27 January 2010
This New Year holiday period is a good chance to have a second prolonged look at the large McCahon show on the top floor of AAG (if you’ve seen it already), or a long squizz if you (inexplicably) haven’t bothered so far. With the recent hefty publications by Justin Paton and Peter Simpson, and great writing by Wystan Curnow in the last Reading Room, and Robert Leonard on his website, there is lots of new information circulating about these works and McCahon’s working process. Websites like MCCAHON 100 are also pretty interesting.
The show is a mixture of well-known and rarely seen paintings assembled from different national collections up and down the country. It looks at McCahon’s time in Auckland, and has three rooms allocated into three decades: the 50s; 60s; and 70 to early 80s. Even if you are a McCahon fanatic, you will find plenty of surprises. We are presented with a wide range of work, and as you’d expect most are on Biblical themes and involve cursive or printed text. There are twenty-five paintings, plus (to add extra resonance) there are the related Wake and the Fourteen Stations of the Cross ‘waterfall’ series downstairs on the ground floor.
Thinking about McCahon’s aims, here are two quite different accounts of his methods of creating meaning through his paintings.
Thomas Crow, the author of a superb paperback No Idols: The Missing Theology of Art—with chapters on Chardin, Rothko, McCahon, Smithson and Turrell—a couple of years ago chatted to Kathryn Ryan on RNZ about McCahon. In part of his interview he said this:
One of McCahon’s constant themes is the difficulty of communication, of people mishearing or misunderstanding or deliberately betraying the sense of the words of Christ in particular. His own desire to communicate and the feeling he wasn’t being understood. He found the most vivid and overwhelming figure for this in the gospel of John in particular, because of Christ’s effort to make himself understood, and continually being frustrated…
Wystan Curnow (BTW an enthusiastic champion of Crow’s book) on the other hand has this to say:
Although he sought, even yearned, for simplicity and clarity in his paintings, qualities many of his reviewers and commentators have found or wanted to find in them, McCahon’s appetite for ambiguity and uncertainty, rejection of closure, is one he never relinquishes. He knows it is essential to the power of his work. He is as much compelled by the need to generate problems as to solve them. (‘Salvation Army Aesthetic: The Politics of Colin McCahon’s “Early Religious Paintings,”’ Reading Room #8, p.27)
I want to briefly draw out Curnow’s comments in particular, looking at five or six works in the show, because I’m fascinated by—despite the seriousness of McCahon’s life’s project—what (surprisingly) can be seen as mischievousness in his practice; the ‘appetite for ambiguity’ that Curnow refers to. It makes me wonder if McCahon is teasing; a bit sly; a bit of a scamp? Perhaps some sort of trickster?
McCahon’s Titirangi (1956-7) painting, an abstraction of bush and sky filtered through a showering cascade of tilted dark green and blue Malevich squares, on one level is about dappled light and bodily immersion, but in coordination with the related French Bay and Flounder Fishing, Night works it can also be imaginatively interpreted as being about an obsessive work ethic and an artist envisaging his future life’s work: a commitment to the production of hundreds of paintings. Maybe even a furtive wink at his own myth construction and growing reputation.
Here I Give Thanks to Mondrian (1961) again has multiple layers and more than a hint of irony. He adores Mondrian for his innovative achievements but also resents the conceptual art historical obstacles his paintings present. The image could be a painting packed in a shallow rectangular box and tilting over. It also could sardonically mock Mondrian’s passionate dogma extolling vertical and horizontal compositional lines as spiritual symbols. It is a cluster of geometrically organised, turbulent, ambivalent feelings.
The Way of The Cross (1966) is a painting rarely seen—a work gifted by McCahon to a convent. It presents Christ’s walk to Calvary (with its traditional Roman Catholic fourteen stations) as a climb along a skyline of hill forms that rhythmically ascend and descend. What is surprising (shocking even) is the use—along the top edge and within the long painting—of the cross pattée shape, a form associated with the Nazi or Prussian Iron Cross. Most viewers will assume that that unfortunate link was not anticipated by McCahon, yet its presence may be intended to confront—to profoundly disturb. One can’t imagine McCahon being oblivious to its connotations, and if he did intend provocation it may be linked to the pacifist beliefs analysed by Curnow in his article. (ibid.13-27pp).
The Large Jump (1973) looks at the notion of the leap of faith and the towering rock formations linked to Muriwai Beach and the resident gannet colony. The fledglings’ first flight jumping off the cliffs is schematically rendered as ‘jumping down.’ The painting here seems to represent Christian believers ‘jumping up’ to a position of certainty that reason refuses to bring. Other works though are created representing a leap across a gap between two towers. Collectively the group of Jump works is about risk taking and conviction, with the dotted (two way) trajectory lines being unpredictable (the height of the end-points) as putative indications of launching or landing.
I Considered All the Acts of Oppression (1980-2) is based on sections from the Book of Ecclesiastes, that he quotes in white paint cursively writing on a large black canvas. This work seems different from his other paintings. It is considered to be his last work and the black (unwritten on) rectangle on the right to some may look unfinished—as if he ran out of energy. That ‘blankness’ connects this work to the Jump series (its showcasing of trust), so that we see the void as intended, and perhaps a hint that McCahon was thinking not only of the end of his productivity but also of his own death (an empty doorway?). It is similar in its work/death layering to Are There Not Twelve Hours of Daylight?
When you read it you also see that the text is about absence—of champions of the oppressed; of the living; of plenitude of meaning; of all human achievement. Conceptually it fits in perfectly with the negative space. It’s quite extraordinary. What a way to end.