Lost for Words
Manifesting the Ineffable in the Work of Katie Cuddon
Richard Dyer
How to figure feeling into form? The sculptures Katie Cuddon creates, thumb by thumb, inhabit a space between memory and feeling, after experience and before language. It is because of our intuitive associations about what it is that clay signifies as a material that makes Cuddon’s art so emotionally potent. Although the pieces are empty on the inside they are full of content on their surface. This skin of the sculpture clotted with the accumulated trace of the artist’s fingers, maps a transference of emotion from the pre-linguistic into the physical world; the pummelling and cajoling of the clay transforms it into a sculptural surface of disclosure. The emptiness at the heart of the work functions as a vacuum and like a physical one, once it is breached air rushes in to fill it, or in this case, emotional and physical content. Awkward, insolent, difficult, manic, provocative, neurotic; the works almost beg for a hug, a cuddle, a stroke. It is this manifest vulnerability, this nakedness, this tacit exposure of pain, which allows the viewer entrance into a private universe.
The works arise from an image relating to an emotion or a memory; the trace of a personal and deeply felt experience. It is not the narrative of an experience, not the transcription of a series of actions and reactions, nor a snapshot of a frozen moment in the trajectory of a traumatic episode, but the embodiment of that which is beyond language – our emotional response to the world. When we attempt to interpret or analyse the work we are immediately applying the wrong indexical syntax to an artistic practice which is literally lost for words; as with the experience of an event which is so harrowing, ecstatic or ineffable that we are unable to translate it into language.
Previous to this body of work Cuddon would complete works by painting them in a uniform matt white, a seeming attempt to neutralize the visceral, hysterical surface of the work. The blank emulsion acts as a cloak in order for the work to be allowed to be seen at such close proximity, desensitising or filtering its emotive and intimate intensity. The new surfaces, sometimes velvety, sometimes metallic or patinated, distance the viewer from a naked encounter with the surface of the work; distracting the gaze from the unmediated disclosure of each fingerprint, each pushed and prodded facet of the surface. This brings the objects, albeit three-dimensional, into the realm of painting. In fact even though they exist as seemingly solid objects, they function more as two-dimensional paintings wrapped into three-dimensional space.
The works are allusive almost fleeting, their meaning hovering at the periphery of our comprehension. If it were possible to explain exactly what a particular piece signified then the fabrication of the work would be rendered unnecessary. When we are attempting the embodiment of states beyond the capability of language to express, modelling in clay is one of the most fundamental and intuitive forms of expression. As Cuddon has stated ‘I really don’t like saying very much. I find it really risky…it’s so direct.’
One could almost posit Cuddon’s practice as a visual aphasia, the damaged ability to process language, and by embracing this ablation of language, turning away from the literal and narrative, she deploys a keener methodology of expression; because it does not have recourse to language, earths directly to the primary emotion.
Cuddon’s works are challenging precisely because they challenge the notion that contemporary art should be challenging. Eschewing the slick and oft-repeated gesture of the found object and the conventional minimalism of industrially manufactured product art; Cuddon returns to a direct and unmediated means of making. The act of making itself is loaded with performative associations, the object in the gallery evoking the body of the artist in the workshop in the act of making the piece we are looking at. It is as if the piece is a trace, a shell, a discarded costume left over after the enactment of an unknown ritual or a wordless play.
Richard Dyer © 2011