Acknowledging the Obvious: the Gestalt of Gestation in Xiao Yu's Art
Poster “Who cares whose seed it is! It’s my pregnancy.” So speaks a dramatic new statue unveiled by Xiao Yu. A human-scale incarnation of the formidable Statue of Liberty, seen up close in an intimate setting, her sight strikes one as both familiar and strange. She is unmi
“Who cares whose seed it is! It’s my pregnancy.” So speaks a dramatic new statue unveiled by Xiao Yu. A human-scale incarnation of the formidable Statue of Liberty, seen up close in an intimate setting, her sight strikes one as both familiar and strange. She is unmistakably pregnant.
This startling discovery presents us with a provocative enigma. As with certain other memorable artworks in past years, Xiao Yu characteristically orchestrates an instant of shock. The thoughtful viewer must now begin to thread a path through a labyrinth of possible meanings that have been suddenly called into being by what the artwork’s image presumes to propose. Seeking to grasp this arresting figure’s significance, or to rationalize (for instance, in some terms of symbolism) the immediate, instinctual impact of its sight, perforce leads one to ponder the state of pregnancy and its varied implications. Other works included in the artist’s solo exhibition likewise play upon the motif of maternity. These variations on a theme amplify our contemplation. The exhibition has cornered us, and won’t let us go. Willy-nilly, we must consider the situation of the pregnant body.
The condition (here vividly illustrated by the bold statue’s round, distended belly) promises an impending change in the life of the mother. Questions of fatherhood are rhetorically dispensed with by her cavalier, opening sentence: “Who cares whose seed it is!” The seriously pregnant speaker, instead, draws attention to her own, absolute acceptance of her changed state. Brooking no nonsense, she claims ownership of its reality, acknowledging the obvious when declaring with finality, “It’s my pregnancy.”
The work’s two-sentence title spawns further thoughts. Around the dismissal proposed by its first sentence, a crowd of objections convene. The whole structure of civilization, the legacy of human culture reaching back to the stone age, a myriad processes of socialization, family, religion, systems of law, conventions of naming, the efflorescence of cultural life and psychological experience embodied ubiquitously in literature and cinema (for instance) – all of these (and more) arguably run counter to that so-terse, so-headstrong dismissal: “Who cares?” Everyone cares who the father might be. And yet – and yet – must we be so literalistic here? That a union has resulted in conception, we recognize. Something (to put this in its broadest terms) has happened, bringing about a definite result. The title’s second sentence emphasizes acceptance, whatever be the cause.
Let’s return to the statue (beyond its titular utterance). What is our vicarious experience, when we look at it? First, perhaps: an awareness of new challenges. Second: a realization of joy. These two responses (occasioned by the transformation) emerge in thought as dynamically balanced factors. Together, they seem to animate Lady Liberty’s grave stance. Together, they are felt to emanate from her sober visage. In point of fact, these linked qualities – self-awareness and fierce joy – seem likewise to invigorate those words ascribed to the pregnant legend. “Who cares whose seed it is? The pregnancy is mine.” Under the guise of flippant brashness, lies joyous awareness.
The pregnant body bears fruit. So does our contemplation, bringing forth this conclusion: Wakeful recognition of society’s radically altered state, joyous acceptance of the imminent new form of life its changed condition promises – these are attitudinal principles encouraged by the work standing before us. They inhere in the figure, as the evident gestalt of her gestation.
If this solo exhibition’s eponymous statue conveys considerable dramatic tension and comes charged with complex implications, the artist’s sculptural trio of smaller, charmingly stylized, very pregnant female torsos, conveys a perhaps simpler, but no less essential message. They fluently communicate emotional satisfaction. Speaking in the primordially feminine, somatic language of maternity, a celebratory sense of amplitude and gratitude runs through these delectably plump, formal variations with their particular embellishments: one subtly incised with huge butterflies, another sporting a gold-metal bikini, the third, nakedly milk-white (and in fact partly comprised of literal milk powder in the work’s constituent material).
Also on view is a series of unframed, mixed-media pieces, wherein the artist again draws on material foodstuffs (here, comestibles favored by pregnant women) to build up his culinary collages. If the Liberty figure suggests pregnancy’s surprise, and if the trio of torsos elicit maternity’s delight, what meaning is one to deduce from Xiao Yu’s paintings-consisting-of-munchies? Perhaps they remind how hunger is life’s original language.
Xiao Yu’s exhibition is rounded off by an installation in three elements: a possibly incomplete, semi-abstract painting (of shaded ovoid forms); the painter’s habitual stool; and a photograph that captures painter (sitting on stool) amid the act of painting the work on hand. The installation archivally memorializes painting-as-performance. Ongoing process – more than finalized result – is a key idea this dreamy installation brings to light.
In overall effect, the artist’s solo exhibition directs thoughtful attention toward a society (if not indeed a global humanity) poised on the verge of fundamental change. Xiao Yu shows himself to be an artist urgently endeavoring to shake us awake. Nutrition, joy, and society’s self-awareness in its changeful state, are among this timely exhibition’s bywords.
[Editor] Zhang Shuo