Dogperson39, Sarah Benslimane, Sylvie Fleury, Charlotte Kingsnorth, Caitlin MacQueen: Lumps and Bumps
about exhibition
A hand sheathed in a white cotton glove gently
bends a peach-coloured-silicone toe back-and-forth.
Three women locked inside a shiny marble room lift
their red dresses and slap their round pink bellies
before scooping them up into magical tummy control
pants. A beautiful AI-generated brunette who some-
times has freckles, and sometimes has green eyes,
or brown, or blue is interviewed on television about
her role in a forthcoming film and suddenly starts
speaking in a different language. How do we repre-
sent – and comprehend – the body in an age that has
snubbed its own materiality?
Each of the five artists in Lumps and Bumps nego-
tiates categorisation and perception, the flesh and
the eye. Sylvie Fleury presents here an amorphous
glowing sculpture. Look at it for longer than you
might usually, and its mounds begin to shift. It is
Venus De Milo left to rot on Neptune, her shoulders
and breasts collapsing into soft crepuscular humps.
Extraterrestrial in its seductive, silken blue chrome,
it presents a disruption of the conventionally desirable
female silhouette, with the added allure of body-
horror. Is this a foreign object, a being, or is it a pool of
unregulated flesh, breaking free from its shapewear?
Within the walls of the gallery, the body – your body
– is echoed in puckered metallic surface, foamyleather and pixelated wool by artists that play with
the anxieties of classification between art, object,
furniture. Such taxonomies interest Sarah Benslimane
whose practice considers how information circulates
freely like poetic trash. Her wall-based, three-
dimensional assemblages, made with found objects
and using industrial materials, consciously trick the
viewer’s expectations of our digital reality. Her grid
of highly reflective, pillow-like metal panels blurs
distinctions as we become momentarily trapped
inside our dappled reflection. Benslimane’s surface
only promises comfort.
Fashion constantly urges the body to conform. The
obedience of flesh coloured athleisure, of skin surgi-
cally stripped and pinned, of online twin selves with
pores crafted by pixels, is all wrapped up in Charlotte
Kingsnorth’s leather marshmallow bench. Like Fleury,
Kingsnorth takes a seductive material or colour into
a direction that unnerves. Assembling discarded
chairs, carved logs and thick nubby textiles she offers
echoes of a body that is mostly, maybe, human but
maybe not. Her works have the suggestion of soft
toys that have mutated into a nymphic near-future.
If Kingsnorth’s pale leather and padding suggest
ease, then Dogperson39’s flat rug is the antithesis.
The artist maintains a high level of anonymity, their
identity managed and mediated through digital
aliases. They are, in a sense, unbodied; an ethereal
presence sheltered from public consumption.
Dogperson39’s enormous floor work provides the
gallery with a supple, direct portal to hell. Using
unruly structure, shape and softness, the artist makes
a demand for a body that is incorporeal and disguised.
All of the works in Lumps and Bumps contain a ten-
derness or abundance within them that remains off
limits. This containment – of a body or a form within
a space – fizzes in Caitlin MacQueen’s hallucinatory
painting of a nightclub populated by people caught
between dancing, watching, and moving through
each another. Her challenge is to make something
from blurry old footage or photographs. She is, like
all of us, a body in the world, seeing and observing
and misremembering. In her bygone mis-én-scene,
figures search for stability within the social space of
the club without the supervision of the smartphone.
In a powdery setting made up of layers and layers
of thin paint that need to be, she says, “felt with the
eyes,” we sense the obfuscation of humanness.