On folds, unknown senders and the quest for a context

The video starts. A grey mass materialises before my eyes. I can’t really recognise the shapes. I squint my eyes and long for a sound to guide me, to give me a clue. Maybe if I could hear seagulls, I would imagine myself standing on a cliff, watching the rough sea getting closer and closer, almost feeling the waves calling me, inviting me to jump, like mean sirens. But there is no sound. My mind wanders. The stream of images is quite hypnotising. Maybe this is a macro shot of an insect, those images where you realize how hairy flies’ legs are. Spiky hairs like rose thorns. Under a microscope all the bugs become the perfect David Cronenberg creature.

This untitled video arrives to my life through an email one early morning; the sender, the artist, an equally unknown entity as the piece itself. I am supposed to write about something and someone I don’t know at all. They found me, and it becomes an experience as intriguing as poetic, so I accept.

A few weeks later, I have managed to meet the artist, at the private view of an installation set in the toilets of a pub in East London, of all places. She doesn’t want to give away any information, which I seek and push for cunningly. That first encounter doesn’t provide with much more, but a few days later I have discovered what the video shows. Now I know. The video is Julia’s mountain and it embodies the answer of a very important question for her and Carlos Pastor. “Now tell me Julia, which one is your mountain?”. We will hear this conversation, which was recorded in a car, in the exhibition at Oblong Gallery, as part of the installation “Horizontal Pleat”. The video will be one component of it.

Julia’s mountain is not a physical, real mountain, but a composition of 4 different pictures recorded with a Super 8 camera. The pictures are inverted shots of a Tuareg’s turban, those folded tissues being the “horizontal pleats” of the exhibition’s title. A Tuareg is a nomadic man of the North African desert, and I wonder if this choice of Julia -–another Spanish émigré like me– is entirely casual or, on the other hand, highly charged with meaning. But I am not supposed to ask. So it’s just the video, Julia’s mountain, the turban and me. All alone in a room.

Knowing the original source of these images, oddly enough, doesn’t set my mind at ease, but triggers my thoughts to run even more wildly. Julia’s work avidly encourages a sense of displacement, of dislocation, maybe even of deceit. She is playing a game of appearances and symbols with us, her public. Subjectivity is Mariscal’s main preoccupation when constructing and then showing a piece. She is not interested in imposing us a story, a narrative, a justification for her work. She offers a kind of raw material to the viewer to chew on, and she does that through processes of fragmentation and encoding of information. She folds and pleats, most accurately in this particular work.

In his essay “The Fold. Leibniz and the Baroque”, Gilles Deleuze elaborates in the potentiality of the fold as a producer of subjectivity. Deleuze understands the world as a body of infinite folds and surfaces, which twist and weave through compressed time and space. In an interpretation of Leibniz’s philosophy that has become crucial for our understanding of the contemporary, the French thinker described history and the event as multifaceted combinations of signs in motion, and the modern subject as nomadic, always in the process of becoming.

It seems to me that the folding of Mariscal’s Tuareg might, consciously or not, be addressing some of these deleuzian questions, sharing a concern with the powers of the subjective and its use to better interpret and play with the information overload, making it ours, adding yet another layer that conveys our own point of view. But, then again, these are all lucubrations. In the end I just don’t know, I tell myself, as I watch the video yet another time.


Julia Mariscal, “Horizontal Pleat”. From the 4th to the 31th of December 2009 at Oblong Gallery, London.
This text forms part of the exhibition catalogue.


About Lorena Muñoz-Alonso


One comment

  1. high rise

    Really rhizomatic. I love it!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: