Long March Space, Beijing
These new works by Zhan Wang continue his explorations of the nature of the universe and the forms that make up our understanding of it. Long March’s galleries have been divided into two areas, which might be characterized as a light space and a dark space. The light space presents floor- and wall-mounted panels of smashed rocks painstakingly recreated in the artist’s signature stainless steel, along with a centerpiece block of resin holding the ghosted shape of another rock suspended within it. On the ceiling, a spotlight punches through a small opening so that, on the other (dark) side, a cone of light crosses the room, catching motes of dust in its beam. Aside from this penetration, the dark space simply presents two small video monitors, stacked on top of each other behind a column. One shows a rock suspended in deep blue ocean waters, and the other the documentation of how this first video was produced (by attaching a camera rig to the rock and dropping both into the sea).
Zhan Wang’s “My Personal Universe,” the large installation that he produced in 2011 for UCCA in Beijing, seemed like hubris in its grandiose intentions: from its scale to its interpretation, it aimed higher than it was able to reach. This new set of more modest works makes it clearer that, despite these grand schemes, the artist is in a continual process of experimentation that strives for perfection, but continually comes up against the imperfect nature of matter. This imperfection in the execution (the steel is never perfectly smooth) and final display of the objects (the mirrored surfaces show up the dust settling on them) perhaps inadvertently say much about the nature of the reality that Zhan is presenting.
Zhan Wang seems genuinely committed to his chosen forms. The technical skills developed in his pursuit of the perfect finish for his stainless steel Taihu rocks (for which he became famous) has fed through to the creation of these new high-finish stainless steel panels. As well as these metallic panels, the polished rocks are also presented juxtaposed with a sand-like surface–reportedly made from ground rock mixed with paper pulp. This nod towards the flat surface as a presentation device promotes its nature as a plinth (or background, for the wall-mounted piece), holding it in play with its nature as the material from which the rock particles are formed. This play could make for an interesting commentary of these pieces as lying between Zhan Wang’s “macro” reading of the rocks as connected to the universe, and their “micro” or local sense, as art objects–although this is not explicit.
Moving away from the polished forms that make up so much of Zhan Wang’s most visible works, the beam of light and the video are the more interesting experiments by the artist in this show. That said, the video of the rock being dropped into the ocean threatens to be neither one thing nor the other. While fitting into Zhan’s penchant for large-scale projects to place his rocks in relation to the world (taking a stone to the top of Everest; an unrealized project to return a stone to space; and so on), this new piece’s installation seems restrained in its small and discrete presentation. The effort that must have been involved in developing this project, including the creation of the elaborate camera rig, is also in marked contrast to what seems such a simple event–the rock sinking to the bottom. The resulting video seems almost comical in its depiction of this event–the effort involved far outweighing the results.
Zhan Wang’s works seem to want to have their cake and eat it: they seek to play with the forms and their relation to the formless (as the title of this show proposes), yet at the same time, to play on the margins of a highly visible monumentality. This ambiguity is actually what makes this show more successful than “My Personal Universe.” Maybe these works should be classed as “heroic failures,” as records of grand attempts that never quite reach their planned effect, and stand in powerful relation to the vicissitudes of reality.
Author: Edward Sanderson