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Jonathan Baldock

Джонатан Бэлдок
جوناثان بالدوك
乔纳森鲍多克

The Soft Machine

Jonathan Baldock  The Soft Machine

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Titled The Soft Machine, the show makes reference to the 1961 novel by William S. Burroughs, in which he described the ‘soft machine’ as ‘the human body under constant siege from a vast hungry host of parasites’. By designing a world where humans inhabit the objects, Baldock raises questions of dependence and control, questioning the hierarchy between visitor and sculpture, maker and material.
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Curiously irregular and meticulously crafted, Jonathan Baldock’s hybrid forms occupy the gallery space, acting as both costume and object. The Soft Machine, Jonathan’s first solo exhibition in Wales, explores the relationship between the body and sculpture using installation and performance. Jonathan’s work draws unlikely parallels between seemingly disparate cultural references, nodding to literature, art history, pagan ritual, cinema, fashion and the carnivalesque.

Transformation is a recurring motif in Jonathan’s work: masks, nests and shells offer a kind of refuge. They are a new skin to inhabit; a place to lie concealed and protected. Oscar Wilde said, “Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” For Jonathan, the mask provides a place where you can be yourself. His swathed costumes act as mobile homes which a performer or person can inhabit. Modest materials become monuments, brought to life through carefully choreographed movement; the inanimate becomes animate and the humorous unsettling. Acting as a kind of safe zone his sculptures can conjure memories of cosy children’s stories; though simultaneously also reference somewhat monstrous fairground attractions.

Interrogating the role of the forgotten or marginalised craftsperson in our culture, Jonathan has developed a visual language where the importance of materials continues to play a significant role in his work, transforming ‘lowly‘ materials into something of status by defying our preconceived expectations about what they can do or be. Jonathan’s work denies specific narrative in favour of conversation: between tradition and craft, movement and stillness, object and body.

BIOGRAPHY

Jonathan Baldock was born in 1980 in Pembury, UK. He graduated from the Royal College of Art in 2005 and now lives and works in London. Recent solo exhibitions include: Hot Spots, The Apartment, Vancouver (Canada), 2014; A Strange mix between a Butcher’s Shop and a Nightclub, Wysing Arts Centre, Cambridge (UK) 2013; The Blue Epoch, Colloredo-Mansfeldský Palác, AMoYA, Prague (Czech) 2012; Musica, Annarumma Gallery, Naples, (Italy) 2011; Pierrot, PeregrineProgram, Chicago (USA) 2011.

Selected group exhibitions: Two Figures in a Landscape (choreographed by Rubato Dance Group), Rockbund Art Museum, Shanghai (China) 2013; Relativity Absolute, Wysing Arts Centre, Cambridge (UK), 2013; The Gathering, Mytoro Gallery, Hamburg (Germany), 2013; Implausible Imposters, Ceri Hand Gallery, London (UK), 2013; Pile, Chapter, Cardiff (Wales) 2011.

He was recently awarded the Abbey Fellowship, British School in Rome (Italy) and Swatch Art Peace Hotel Residency, Shanghai (China).
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How Jonathan Baldock goes about making his sculptures is a little unorthodox to say the least. Looking for a cheap substitute for clay that didn’t require the cumbersome processes of a kiln, Baldock returned to his roots and adopted a technique he learned, not in the hallowed halls of the Royal College, but in Sunday school. Each of his sculptures, which could easily be mistaken for fine porcelain or ceramic, are in fact made from a play-dough mixture of flour, salt, and water. Baldock begins each piece by sculpting a head, and then lets it dry in front of his radiator (they won’t fit in his oven!) before adding the details in successive layers; their rich matt hues that would be the envy of Wedgwood are derived from food colouring which he mixes into the dough at the kneading stage.

Baldock uses this elaborately rudimentary technique to explore a contemporary kind of ‘primitivism’. Looking at different cultures from all over the world, his figures are adorned with all manner of exotica – florets and bijoux, armour plates and masks – and speak of tribal rituals and tortures all the while proclaiming distinct Englishness. The overall effect is one of fiercely unnerving nobility: a quasi Jane Austen meets Wicker Man. Titled after a nagging lovelorn wife whose husband has strayed in Shakespeare’s Comedy of Errors, Baldock’s Adriana, wearing her heart on her brow and with a tear spilling from her eye, becomes something of a coquettish monstrosity. Bejewelled with savage markings made regally chintz, she’s made up to the nines with pleasing ‘win-back’ cosmetics, all begging dolly eyes, cuckold clown nose, and rouged gaping mouth firmly tied shut.

Baldock’s busts are inspired by the rigid imperial poses of classical Greek and Roman sculptures. Baldock uses this stylised and commanding format as a foundation on which to layer a myriad of cross-cultural and gendered references. His portraits are always modelled on white male features – an archetypal generic – that when ornamented become flirtatiously androgynous. For Baldock this desexualisation becomes a matter of fetish’s fashion. In his process of working, dough becomes both body and its mortification: sticky, wet, heavy, and suffocating. It’s beaten and pummelled in a ritual of embodiment, purification, and preservation. As Baldock explains, “It’s not only beauty, it’s about playing with perceptions of materiality.”

Baldock doesn’t begin each work with a preconceived idea about its final form; his sculptures are developed through their material manipulation, with the initial workings of the dough suggesting a possible character for embellishment. Betty Crocker (I Miss You) is an homage to the world’s favourite baker. Far from the many glamorous housewife faces the brand has presented over the years, Baldock’s rendition of the fabled Mrs. Crocker is by far more hilariously apt: an aging and cracking bulwark of a woman, with make-up literally caked on with icing-piped decoration, she’s the manifestation of one of her own easy-mix recipes that never quite look as good in real life as they do on the box.

In their craftsmanship, Baldock’s portraits are simply exquisite. Lost For Words resolves as a true English rose, with aristocrat nose and virginal complexion, literally made from powder. The figure is crowned with actual hair extensions, and the eyes are glass replicas taken from a life-sized doll. Baldock often combines ‘real’ elements with his floury base to give his characters a sense of uncanny veritas. Drawing from the fanciful frights of Victorian gothic romance novels, it’s as if a fair maiden is mummified or bewitched, muzzled and frozen for all eternity. Baldock places the sculpture on a chipboard plinth; this both accentuates his humble making processes and gives the suggestion of sawdust or straw, setting his haunting characters in the realm of rural folklore and its anxious idyll of well-kept secrets.