- Hauser & Wirth London, Piccadilly
- 196A Piccadilly
London W1J 9DY
25 January – 15 March 2008, Hauser & Wirth London, Piccadilly
‘I simply think with material the same way that a poet takes words and turns them into sentences.’ Roman Signer
While Roman Signer has remained a potent and influential figure in contemporary European artistic practice over the last thirty years, his works have rarely been presented to London audiences. A self-described ‘emotional physicist’, Signer harnesses elemental forces and the mechanisms of man-made contraptions to expressive effect, making exhilarating deadpan incidents from the experimental and tacitly dramatising our relationships with the basic stuff of existence. Carefully planned and executed, the artist’s works are nonetheless at the peril of chance, a vulnerability that endows the most Keatonesque scenarios with heroicism and intrigue.
Signer’s materials tend to be the immediate utilitarian objects and Swiss landscapes that are a part of his lived experience, yet the manner in which he uses them is anything but banal. ‘Action Kurhaus Weissbad’ (1992) saw chairs catapulted out of a hotel’s windows; ‘Table’ (1994) launched a table into the sea on four buckets; ‘Kayak’ (2000) featured the artist being towed down a road in a canoe. In ‘Action in front of the Orangerie’, made for documenta 8 (1987), 350 stacks of paper were lined up in a field then exploded into the air to form a fleeting wall of paper some 15 metres high. In ‘Action with a Fuse’ (1989), he burned a fuse along the railway line from the town of his birth to that of his current home. The journey, from Appenzell to St. Gallen, took 35 eventful days. Time, in all of Signer’s works, is a vital dimension, expending itself with striking speed or with provocative lugubrious slowness.
At Hauser & Wirth London Signer is showing four new place-specific works which delight in the idiosyncrasies of machines and simple physical conflations. For a piece entitled ‘Chairs’ Signer lets loose a small automatic lawnmower to prowl the main gallery’s parquet floor. A dozen chairs impede its progress, and the mower senses, skirts around, knocks into and conscientiously attempts to get at the narrow spaces between their legs. Elsewhere in the gallery two ordinarily inanimate objects are stirred by moving air: a whisky bottle, hung from the ceiling by string, is suspended above an electric fan whose upward current spins it in continual cockeyed motion; and in ‘Windhose’ air is pumped into a pair of trousers at uneven intervals, jerking them sporadically into life. Another irregular rhythm quickens the atmosphere of the gallery’s former bank vault. Through an amplifier and speaker system Signer makes discernable the subterranean sounds of the city’s daily commute, turning the pulse of the London Underground below into an event in itself.