Andrew Hazewinkel

Melbourne

2019

12 figures after Niccolò (studies in collective anxiety)

(detail) 2014
plaster of paris, steel
Image courtesy the artist and Reading Room © the artist

Part 1, The Emissaries: Keepers of Our Stories

from The Ongoing Remains, (3 parts) (detail) 2019
powdered pigment, gypsum cement, mild blackened steel
20 sculptures: bust 46 x 21 x 22 cm, base 122 x 38 x 33 cm, individual figure 168 x 38 x 33 cm; installation dimensions variable
Courtesy and © the artist
Photograph: AGNSW, Mim Stirling

Part 1, The Emissaries: Keepers of Our Stories

from The Ongoing Remains, (3 parts) (detail) 2019
powdered pigment, gypsum cement, mild blackened steel
20 sculptures: bust 46 x 21 x 22 cm, base 122 x 38 x 33 cm, individual figure 168 x 38 x 33 cm; installation dimensions variable
Courtesy and © the artist
Photograph: AGNSW, Diana Panuccio

Part 2, Withness: A Haunting from The Ongoing Remains

(3 parts) 2019
single-channel high definition projection
51:19 minutes
Courtesy and © the artist
Photograph: AGNSW, Diana Panuccio

Portrait of Andrew Hazewinkel

Andrew Hazewinkel

Born 1965, Melbourne. Lives and works Melbourne

Andrew Hazewinkel makes sculpture, photographs, installations and moving image works. Often working with museum and photo-archive collections, his approach to the palimpsest of history varies. At times he is a story (re)teller, at times a thief, and at times a trickster in the realm of fact. Working with both sanctioned and marginalised recordings of the past, his works (re)tell the histories captured within objects as a way of releasing the objects from their incarceration within specified histories, thereby sufficiently loosening their ties to the past and drawing out their relevance within the contemporary realm.

Artist text

by Ross Gibson

Andrew Hazewinkel’s subject is antiquity, not only its residue materials but also its contemporary spirit. He investigates where antiquity resides now and where it is going. He shows how there is a force in the past. Mixing memory and desire to borrow T.S. Eliot’s famous phrase from The Waste Land), he shows how this force persists in the present while pushing into the future. And he shows how this force can be accessed artistically as an aesthetic ardour, as an agitation of feelings aroused by culturally charged old fragments that can act, over time, like catalysts for your thoughts and emotions.

To paraphrase the Welsh poet R.S. Thomas, the best artistry ‘arrives at the intellect / by way of the heart’. (1) Dionysian as much as Apollonian, equally carnal and mindful, Hazewinkel’s work prompts you to consider the continuous pulse in the past, to channel the animus of antiquity so it might guide your future wishes and actions. Equally sacred and profane, Hazewinkel’s work plays with the power of enigma and paradox. He imbues stone with bloodwarm tenderness. He brings a soft, breathing waft and welcome into the crisp, cool light that photography tends to demand. He places objects in proximity to one another such that they appear ready to resume some congress that has already happened among them or among their predecessors. And he suggests how we are all not much more than successors to the blooming, broken, bleeding and abraded bodies that are deposited in all the past times that now agitate the spirit of our material contemporary world.

With Hazewinkel’s work I am always reminded of two favourite quotes that I carry in my notebook:

1)  Robert Pogue Harrison’s assertion that we must absorb the legacy of the past while enacting our most noble rituals, so we can make sure that all those people and actions that have thus far composed history can be kept active in the eternally unfolding now ... ... ...

Whatever the rift that separates their regimes, nature and culture have at least this much in common: both compel the living to serve the interests of the unborn ... [But the special aspect of human memory-work is that] culture perpetuates itself through the power of the dead. (2)

2)  Michel Serres’ insistence that

Time is paradoxical; it folds or twists; it is as various as the dance of flames in a brazier – here interrupted, there vertical, mobile and unexpected. The French language in its wisdom uses the same word for weather and time. (3)

This is what you sense in your heart and then grasp in your intellect, when you encounter Andrew Hazewinkel’s work: the past does not necessarily diminish orderly or die down to a vestige along some perspectival cone. Rather, as Hazewinkel’s work helps you feel, all the dead and gone are actually hard to eliminate. They are in the present, equally pressing and available right now, like a storm looming to animate the atmosphere. After Hazewinkel’s work rouses your aesthetic faculties, it gets you thinking about how time is energetic and ever-present, thinking about how every past personage and occurrence somehow actually remain in our fears and wishes, still mixing our memories and desires.

Notes

(1)  R.S. Thomas, ‘Don’t ask me ...’ in Collected Later Poems 1988–2000, Bloodaxe Books, London, 2004, unpaginated, https://www.scribd.com/read/353173913/Collected-Later-Poems-1988-2000#.

(2)  Robert Pogue Harrison, The Dominion of the Dead, Chicago University Press, 2003, p.ix.

(3)  Michel Serres with Bruno Latour, Conversations on Science, Culture and Time, trans. Roxanne Lapidus, University of Michigan Press, Ann Arbor, 1995, p.58.

O summon out of memory Into understanding
So that all may fear it
From the blood and fever
Of our passionate and forever Unregenerate spirit
Such spectacles
As men remember
Of the beautiful, musical
Of flesh, long, limber:
And deduce: how
In the consummate brow
Such cruelties dwell
As into eternity
Flushed the subservient blood, Flattened our silver cities
And covered them with wood.

– Frederic Prokosch, from The Assassins: Poems (1936)