Natalie Dray in conversation with Tom Morton. Thursday 13 September, 6.30pm-7.30pm. RSVP: email@example.com
For the final exhibition in Blain|Southern’s Lodger series, the British artist Natalie Dray has created a new series of sculptures, which flicker between rigidity and suppleness, the inorganic and the organic, geometric order and the messy chaos of living things.
Here, metal armatures – great dented grids, and what might be a modular shelving system – have become overgrown with delicate foliage, hand cast in steel and pewter alloys using a ‘home-grown’ technique of the artist’s own invention.
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On close inspection, these fronds are composites, created from grafting the ragged leaves of one plant onto the thorny stems of another, in what appears to be a low-fi form of genetic engineering, or perhaps cosmetic surgery. Notably, Dray’s flora is not green, but rather borrows it palette from the soft flesh-tones of the beauty counter, as though it has been treated by a make-up artist, or else formed from human skin. At once mineral, vegetable, and animal, we might ask ourselves what strange nutrients it feeds on, and what strange seeds it will spill.
An unruly play of horizontals and verticals that seems on the verge of resolving itself into text, the foliage is punctuated, here and there, by other hand cast objects, each of which has an intimate relationship with the human body: wound probes, sticking plasters, blister packs of over-the-counter painkillers, and glinting ribbons of foil-wrapped condoms.
The probe aside, these are everyday items, the kind of things that we might find nestling in the depths of a handbag, alongside a lipstick and a mobile phone. Arranged on Dray’s shelves, however, they feel like they might almost be votive offerings, made in the hope of forestalling some unwelcome physical event – an infection, a pregnancy – or else of relief from its effects.
Splicing industrial processes with improvised making, the permanence of casting with the transience of cosmetics, and the cool rationalism of pharmacy supplies with a hot throb of spiritual yearning, Dray’s sculptures (like the title of her exhibition, which combines the names of a proto-existentialist philosopher and the First Family of reality TV) do not seek to resolve their internal contradictions. Rather, they embrace their hybrid status: their straight and crooked edges, their fleshy leaves and their sharp, metallic thorns.
A publication accompanies the exhibition, with texts by the artist and Tom Morton.Courtesy the artist and Blain|Southern, Photo Peter Mallet