Art Is Not Exceptional: Hannah Zoe

Art Is Not Exceptional was contributed by Christian Lawrence St. Denis in the month of March for our Northwest special feature. Dakota Gallery is located in Bellingham, WA. Having originally started as a DIY Gallery in the Pacific Northwest, Open House continues to be excited by the artwork coming out of the region. It is our intention to create dialogue between the ambitious emerging art scene in the Northwest and New York City. Stay tuned for future special features in April!

By Christian Lawrence St. Denis

(Movement three) Hannah Zoe, glass, ash. Image courtesy of Dakota Gallery and the artist
Dakota Gallery, Bellingham: three white walls, a glass and black metal facade, a white pillar, black floors. The installation is called I Am Sorry Please Forgive Me. The artist is Hannah Zoe.

Front, in the facade (movement one): black steel window pane to the street, two silk nets or silk sheets spinning out with holes, in suspension. Below, their shadows traced by sprinkled mounds of ash. Another shadow leaks out of the window onto the outdoors wall.
Center (movement two): a pair of branches from which cascade, at varying lengths, string held by rice glue. At their tips: seed pods, amber with melted sugar. An avenue between branches can be walked through.
Far (movement three): a black wall to mirror the facade, black platforms of similar dimensions perpendicular, floating above the ground, of glass. On the wall, powdery line drawings; on the glass plateaus, ripples of gradated ash.
Left wall between (movement four): inky, flat, and spacious wall drawings. Branch shadows from movement two.
All materials are gleaned, not human-made, but sometimes found in human-controlled environments. All materials are slated for decay.
On the pillar, a description of each movement.
Right wall remains blank (a breath), save for a poem.

 (Movements one and four) Hannah Zoe, Image courtesy of Dakota Gallery and the artist
The artist wrote a poem to her installation. Her poem rings despair between a left and then right justification, a ringing back and forth between a self-centered and world-considering malaise. I propose the artist is, in fact, hopeful. Why is she hopeful?
The artist is humiliated by the art. This isn’t fear of appearing sentimental. Such is for art criticism. The artist made something tangential. Along a curve is a tangent line that is the curve, or was once, but is now a line. In the artist’s words, the installation is a “jumping off point,” a departure. It’s not really a work for you, or for her. It’s the frayed gesture of a guided hand about to rest on a tool of some kind. It takes humility to act on behalf of such art, or to allow such art to act on your behalf.

(Movement 2 detail) Hannah Zoe, sugar, willow, seed, cotton. Image courtesy of Dakota Gallery and the artist.
There’s a strong narrative behind the installation about process, without aggrandizing process. The artist shares that narrative like someone who saw an animal along a trail. But, she becomes a bit sheepish when asked to explain the intent behind her process (1).
The strong narrative isn’t the artist’s narrative, it’s the installation’s narrative—which will be forgotten eventually, which is why it seems vivid now in it’s freshness. Eventually, the work will cross beyond the glass facade of the gallery and be allowed to fall apart outdoors: a concrete intent for an ephemeral materiality. By then, the narrative of the installation’s becoming will have greyed over a bit, and the artist will be at work somehow else, perhaps, most likely, in service to what are known as environmental causes.

I think the message the artist most wants conveyed is such causes are not categorical. The hope is that it no longer takes careful and pained consideration of non-human ecologies to care for them deeply. What it means to do this, exactly, is difficult to express in words, because usually the fit is poor. What is felt could be felt wrong, misfelt, felt against another’s feels. All this leads to a very careful use of language. And language is a human ecology (along with art and genre). But, as I said, the installation is accelerating away from all that, neither sanctimonious nor academic.

(Movements one and two) Hannah Zoe, image courtesy of Dakota Gallery and the artist
The firm center of gravity for the installation is a ritual or ritual space that has not taken from other rituals before, near or far; made reductively of found, otherwise unused, materials. The mediums are serendipity, a bit of play, very little thought, and a great deal of considering. Gratifying materials like ash and glass and sugar and silk, assembled into four movements. Movements one, two, and three are certain components of life, the fourth an expression of frustration at the dis-joint in human consideration of the previous three.

What is the ritual for? The artist is upset. Between the apology and the request for forgiveness is the upset. It rings between the four movements. To me she spoke of a sinking feeling in her gut. She uses words like shame, regret, and disgust in her word-poem, but the actual upset rings between those words. The art enunciates the upset. It’s a ritual, the conclusion of which (the end of the ritual, the cessation of its use-need), is an entirely real doing-good-out-there. At that point, the artist is hopeful. The installation is a reminder to a larger art community that art is its own end, but not an end in itself (2). This is hope! To explore this frayed and self-perpetuating quality and what it requests of us, even when the content laments the slow ecological disaster. And what of the upset? It’s not resolved, but incorporated into the artist: mollified, no longer painful, now a driving impetus, a close ally in the face of disaster.

(Movement two) Hannah Zoe, sugar, willow, seed, cotton. Image courtesy of Dakota Gallery and the artist
To the visitor to the installation, there’s a great deal going on, despite so much breathing space. Luckily, we are mostly witnesses in the artist’s ritual, free to recognize or dismiss on our own terms, guided by our own intentions. That’s a nice change. This is against the caste-privilege of viewership that belongs to art criticism. The art is usually for the viewer, or takes the viewer into much consideration, to the point that an artist often becomes-viewer in order to properly work.

But, this time, the artist is still the artist, and the ritual is an act of reducing herself and the installation. This promises that there will always be presence. The explicit, sometimes oblique, engine of time-based, live, or installation (not installed) art is presence. For viewers, sometimes it’s hard to get a grasp or know how to care. This difficulty is endemic to installation and ephemeral works. However, it helps nourish non-categorical causes and intent. And yet, the artist reports being approached during the opening by thankful visitors who could tell what was going on, heard the ringing, and it rang with them. Perhaps, on the other hand, I would have very little to report if I hadn’t had the opportunity to speak with the artist, interface with her intent, and the way she would side-step suggestive questions or political response. That’s where the ringing rings for me anyway. Sometimes art is only sonorous enough to carry a chime struck elsewhere. 

(Movement two detail) Hannah Zoe, Image courtesy of Dakota Gallery and the artist
The artist said, “Art is not exceptional.” And, by extension, neither is our species. She reported how working with found materials is humbling. Often, other artists ask the artist about her process and she gives an engaged answer about the materials and composition, while softly avoiding discussion of motif or intent (3). The artist’s process for this installation was, actually, a constant self-reminding gratitude for the plant-and animal-derived materials at-hand. That gratitude and humility was the guide to the hand and the resulting shapes. An easy metaphor is how unseen wind engenders waves, ripples, and swails in sand or snow. And the artist is “coming out” about this. It’s not mystical. It’s identity, or identifying as an entire ecology.

The following are comments by the artist in her own words, in response to my writing at the location of the footnote. They were welcome convergences intended for integration but left in her original language.

1. The impulse to work delicately, to play with transparency and light are, I believe, manifestations of this desire to work reductively on my Self, to peel away what’s unnecessary, to question the constructs that don’t serve my community, peace, or inclusivity. From here, art is as much self-discovery as it is self expression.
2. Nothing I can make will come close to reciprocating the existing beauty that inspires my work, but by writing these poems and crafting these pieces, the effort and attention itself becomes the offering, the apology.
3. When you say a word so many times it loses meaning. When you talk about your work’s truth over and over, it’s meaning can be lost too. I’m afraid it won’t be as pure an offering when it’s tainted with theory, becomes rigid in its conception. 


Art Is Not Exceptional: Hannah Zoe

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