A Poet, An Architect, A Curator and A Friend

Puk Bennie, An Fonteyne, Eva Wittocx en Els Silvrants Barclay

writings on the work of Sarah Smolders
A Space Begins, With Speaking
2024

 

Tell me, did you plant this perception in me? Is it part of the programme?
Or did the image come up from inside me, of its own accord?
Olga Ravn, The Employees (2018)

She stuttered inside the room, hardly holding it together. She felt her body trembling as she tried to slow down to the pace of the museum. She steadily walked up to the middle of the room, brushing against a series of columns feeling slightly out of place. As she bent over, she heard her breath pumping up and down her chest. Her limbs felt numb, but something still kept her in place. Still upside down, she saw a flickering reflection of the window high up on the wall. As she opened her eyes again, she wondered how long she had been asleep.

In the threshold between the dozing off and the waking up, the murmuring and the speaking, the perceiving and the seeing lies a space in which imagination and reality can briefly meet. It is also the space in which I often spend time with my friend S. who measures, draws, drills, pours, cuts and paints this threshold space in the multiple tongues it speaks. The images he makes of this space are always unsettling, in the sense that they unsettle us. They make us understand that what we see is already inside us – that what we see, is who we are.

Who we are, or want to be in a space, in outer space, spaced out, headspace, spacing, spacer, backspace, spacebar, next space: I don’t think it is a coincidence that space acts as a placeholder for S.’s fabulations. Space holds this irresistible capacity of being the backdrop of what is still to come, of the picture that is still to be mounted, of the event that is still to take place. It holds things in place, but as those things are not always graspable or present, it rather keeps a promise in place. This is what architecture and fiction have in common.

However, this does not mean that space has no agency and acts as a neutral container or empty vessel. Much as fiction needs words to build its worlds – wor(l)dings – architecture uses a vocabulary to guide and organise our behaviour. I look at architecture as a choreography of bodies – a choreography always complicit to dominant ideologies and worldviews. So, S. and I wonder, what would happen if spaces can speak another language? What would that do to the way we imagine the world, and ourselves in it?

Els Silvrants Barclay

 

gleaning
loose ground
at times 
 blinking
returned
t-shirt on lamp
from there towards
windows
how to be
like ground
like counting
in fun decimals
everywhere
a kind of
patience
sitting in
         walls
in bodies
    passing by
in
colors
are saved
for later
   how much
do
you have?
       nothing you
asked for
you know
leaving
traces
is  talking
too

Puk Bennie

 

Language and Titles – Doppelgänger

The titles of Sarah Smolders’s works are often very concrete. They refer to what has been painted (Studio Floor, Nature Morte), the material (Flowers and Pigments, concrete/concrete), the action (Reconstructed wallpaper, Notes of a Housepainter), or the things she does (Framing the Light). In comparison, the current title Doppelgänger (both singular and plural) guides the interpretation of the works in the exhibition. Doppelgänger refers to a second person, a dark side... It summarises, as it were, Sarah Smolders’s perception of the space(s) in Lovenjoel. She adds a layer to the space at each visit, patiently building up her work. Conversely, her exhibition consists of scraping away a layer that is present in the space in order to show what it’s about: making visible (anew) what was already there.

This ambiguity is continued in the title: in many contexts, a doppelgänger is a part of a decoupling. The German uses Entzweiung (literally: turning one element into two by splitting) or the synonym das (Sich)entzweien, which sounds like cutting in half rather than doubling. Sarah Smolders, however, doubles the space by dividing it into two.

Besides, many things were already present in duplicate long before these sports-hall changing rooms were converted into an exhibition space. The two water drains, two groups of neon tubes and mirrored arrangement of sockets revealed the character of the original site. The renovation of this space into a “white cube” did not prevent Sarah Smolders from noticing on her first visit that hardly any daylight entered the space and that half of it was under the ground. It is a unique and un(re)makeable place: presumably the title presented itself as the space revealed itself. She decided to add duplications and divisions, to mirror the space and to make paintings one could interpret as doppelgängers (of the exhibition?).

Who can still see what Sarah Smolders took away or added?

How professional can the disguise be? There is a multitude of figures, and therefore of interpretations. Presumably, that is what it’s all about for her. 

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Sarah Smolders handles the conditions in which space is created and experienced. To her, these conditions are both material and immaterial, and depart from the gaze and the body of the viewer that moves around in this space - including herself. Sarah Smolders uses painting as a language to set up a dialogue with specific places. By means of site-specific actions and gestures, walking the line between matter, architecture and painterly representations, she explores how time, movement, past and memory can express themselves spatially. 

 

Speaking to a brick wall.
by Laila Melchior
2021

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“Like speaking to a brick wall” is a much-known idiom in English. It conveys a sense of disregard, a disjunction between animate and inanimate things under different scales of dominance. Humans are the paramount type of existence implied in such a saying. Humans have ears to listen to whatever is being uttered in the presence of a brick wall. They invented the verbal speech systems in which a given tongue is spoken: they can speak it, they can listen to it, and they have the tools to interpret it. Yet, sometimes they do not listen; they don’t care, which is what it means when one says one is speaking “to a brick wall.” This expression is weirdly close to another famous idiom, “walls have ears,” whose meaning is simultaneously similar and opposite to the former one. To say that “walls have ears” is also a metaphor. It means that someone might be eavesdropping on you while you whisper a secret to a person of your confidence. The saying carries a sense of irony, though. Assuming that walls do not hear what we humans say, it must be another human who is listening. To imagine walls literally with ears is, nevertheless, a much more stimulating exercise of the imagination. It is something of that sort that a comparable, yet not synonymous, phrase in Portuguese says, more graciously, with a longing accent: “oh, what if these walls could speak”! 

The sense that space is never bare and that the walls actually have something to tell us is all over the work of Sarah Smolders. She works as a painter whose carrier can be either a wall, an entire room, a building. Her work is hard to describe. She often makes it from a collection of signs found in different locations, according to the specificity of the very sites where she works. Whereas the manifestations of such a practice may vary according to the circumstances of these sites, the importance of connecting the beholder to the act of looking at what is already there remains throughout her work. It can take the shape of a line rendering the mental layout of a space visible. It can be a construction site or, more radically and simply, it can be the dust and the sounds that come from it. By working under the premise that space can be her work, Sarah Smolders often touches the notion of atmosphere: her works bring the atmosphere closer. She brings it into the tangible space of a room, refusing to let it sit on the far horizon, as classic painting had once made us believe this was where it resided. 

Consider Nine Windows, a work in which Smolders photographed the old windows she saw every day on the way to the studio. Seen from the outside of a building during the night, the rectangular windows looked like lightboxes. Several reparations the ancient broken glass had composed different patterns in each individual frame’s grids. Because the new glass was different from the original and both qualities of glasses now composed the 3x3 grids, a sequence of colors and distinctive opacities was created over the years, suggesting a kind of text that Smolders had the ability to recognize. Once hidden from inattentive eyes, the signs she collected and made visible through her photos can be easily seen in the work. One version of it shows the windows ordered in line, organized in a sequence in which each photograph refers to one original frame in a one-on-one size. Another version acquires a meta, or fractal character, as the nine different photographs are downscaled under the size that would correspond to that of an individual glass in a one-on-one sized frame. In this second version, the whole set groups at the size of a single original window forming a rhythmic multi-frame. Inserted in a 9x9 grid, the set of nine windows with their individual 3x3 glass structure registers time as a dense cluster of transparencies, opacities, back and foregrounds in space.  

Other remarkable works are Smolders’ marble paintings. Originally made in-situ, as visual notes taken from two chimneypieces in Noir de Mazy and Rouge Belge, they were key pieces in former exhibitions. Like many of her works, these two paintings are annotations that give us tools to look by ourselves for the language of a given space. They survive as residual images even after the exhibition that originated them has been dismantled.

Notes on Places, an ongoing series of multiples currently in its second iteration, connects the senses of time and language to the reality of a body working repetitive gestures in relation to a particular space. The 2021 version of the work comprises 250 individual notes made as an ensemble of annotations carrying signs cast by the space of CC Merksem. Each A4-sized piece of paper is unique, although coming from a whole. For Smolders, they are a study on time, observation and repetition, an exercise on grasping the space and its atmosphere over and over again. For the audiences, they remain as an open invitation: an exhibition text made as image rather than written language. Everyone visiting the show can take one, as long as it lasts. These fragments of visual texts offer new, inherently rewarding ways of handling a surface. Bricks might speak, after all. As in a foreign language, it takes only time, exercise and a little empathy to devise what it murmurs.

 

Notes of a housepainter
2019

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“A wall might be a structure which provides security and sometimes carries the weight of a roof to form a shelter. A wall can divide an interior and an exterior, lead the movements inside a building or may materialize a border, divide two properties or even, -physically and symbolically-, become a barrier between two different regions. In some cases an enlarged enclosure may host a space in itself: the inhabitable wall hides an ambiguous domain within its thickness, an interstitial area on the brink between two conditions: inside and outside.”

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Resist in time! Remain in space!
The work of Sarah Smolders
by Bernhard Rüdiger
2018

the landscape painter

Invited to exhibit her work in a space located within the former military hospital of Antwerp as part of LITTLE HISK in 2017, Sarah Smolders chose to reproduce the wallpaper still present in the corridor of this run-down space which had been abandoned quite some time before, using the original colours in the very same disposition on the wall of the room. The painted surface appeared to be identical to the original the viewer could see before entering the space, and almost none of the pictorial gesture was really visible. And yet we were seized by a kind of dizziness; a slight, unsettling strangeness, due no doubt to the presence of this intact surface which has been reproduced, not really standing out from what remains of the ancient walls or the surfaces of the floor and ceiling, which the artist had left untouched. The wallpaper had been reproduced in the true sense of the word, and it is for this reason that one could not recognize the gesture as pictorial. Even when one eventually discovered this, or when it was suggested that the intervention lay in this identical reproduction of an original we had seen in the corridor, one could not really see the artwork. It seemed to be elsewhere.

The gesture of painting in this work nonetheless possesses a certain virtuosity. There is effectively a level of work lying behind this action, and much consideration of the processes and materials to be used in order for the painted surface to correspond with the older surface that it reproduced. Sarah Smolders herself seems to attribute little importance to this know-how. And yet she dedicates significant time to it, and in her interviews she highlights the material process of creation, something which is highly physical, long, and often tedious. As with the very recent exhibition concrete/concrete in September of this year at Netwerk in Aalst, the production of floor tiles placed on the ground was the result of ten months’ work. She handled the 22 tons of material at least six different times during the creation and installation of the tiles.  The casting of more than 10,000 copies, in dyed concrete, followed by the painting stage closely resembles the gestures of craftsmen from the 17th and 18th centuries, perfecting complex techniques of trompe l’oeil marbling which decorated castles and bourgeois houses. 

Sarah Smolders also employed this technique in her intervention in the house of the Governor of Gent during the exhibition Trust in the Unexpected in 2017. A Line Drawing of a Room was made up of four adjustable scaffolding poles, fitted between floor and ceiling, placed in different rooms within the house and connected to each other, at a height of around 2 meters, by a rope which formed a rectangular space which ran through the mansion, passing through various doorways. All of the elements used by the artist in the exhibition space were decorated and made to look identical to the trompe l’oeil marble of the walls adorning the stately residence.

If one were to stop here and focus on this aspect of Sarah Smolders’ work, one might imagine it is dedicated to a form of craftsmanship, a know-how, that she refreshes and brings up to date. And yet no, her work is not that of a virtuoso. It is enough to simply experience it. Her work deals with site-specific elements and nothing of craft know-how is on conspicuous display when one finds oneself in these strange spaces. Despite all her knowledge, her art is not demonstrative or functional and never presents itself as work well done. Everything is concrete and down to earth. At Netwerk the floor tiles were placed on the ground. They were as concrete in nature as the original tiles still covering the lower part of some of the art centre’s walls. But the new tiles were simply placed resting according to gravity and cover the whole floor area of the place. This material aspect of things still does not suffice to explain what one perceives. Even when immersed in the experience of this specific place, it was as if some aspect remained out of sight, hidden from view.

Sarah Smolders has remade the same painting every year since 2011, that reproduces a section of the floor of her studio on a canvas. For the first 11 years, her programme says, the canvasses will have the same size as the windows in her Tilburg studio, 196,5×122,3 cm. This work is realistic and archaeological. The painting process documents the changes that occur in and on the floor of the space. It deposits the traces left over a period of time and shows what remains of actions, or to be more specific, between the actions. It is not a question of stopping time, of painting a time which is inexorable and wistfully past, like the suspended time in the work of Roman Opalka for example. Sarah Smolders doesn’t paint the trace of what has happened and nor does she reproduce the sheen of time like an illusionistic and virtuoso painter who, like a restorer, hides it in the missing parts of an ancient decor. Rather, she seems to capture time through the implementation of painting, through its production in action.

The painted object that one sees, whether it be the canvas representing the floor of her studio, the wallpaper, or the trompe l’oeil marble in the Governor's house, has been produced within a given period of time. But these painted objects reproduce a model. They are to be viewed within their close relationship to the concrete objects which are at the origin of the painting and which are still present on-site. These other original objects, in turn, result in another process of material creation; they carry another temporality within them. Time is in no way linear in the work of Sarah Smolders, it is a question of unfulfilled time which never really occurred. One could say that it is quite simply ongoing, immanent, or even that it is so caught up in the present and the past of places, that our experience of it becomes unsettled and bewildering.

Perhaps A Line Drawing of a Room in the Governor’s house is the work that allows one to understand a paradigmatic element in her work. The decoration of the trompe l’oeil marble, which she reproduces on the four iron poles and the rope, exists elsewhere on the walls of the architecture of the place. This original painting is visible, entering inexorably into resonance with what has been produced, or rather reproduced, by the artist. It is in this situation of non-correspondence of the two painted surfaces, that the spectator experiences a painting, which is not to be seen. Rather, one has the experience of matter deposited on the iron and the rope. It is like skin, attuned to another, different skin, an older epidermis that has covered the walls of the place for centuries. The newer painting resonates; it is not a representation, it is the place of a specific thickness which aligns with a character, a wavelength already present on-site. The painting is pneuma, it becomes organic. Once it has caught our attention, it begins to breathe, to transmit, and to filter that which is already present in the space, transforming everything. Translated into musical terms, one could say that the artist’s intervention attunes itself to a sound wave already present in the room, in this case it is the more ancient skin of the painting which covers the architecture of the Governor's house. In perhaps an even stronger fashion in the most recent installation at Netwerk, the new, coloured concrete floor tiles are used to cover the ancient floor, emphasizing the original character of the few tiles on some of the walls. The wave that emanates from the new floor is due to the few pre-existing tiles on the wall, but is now amplified and spread throughout the space. The place is at the same time the place it has always been, but also a new place which begins to breathe in time, to the sound and the materiality of this primary wave. The painting of Sarah Smolders places us in the presence of the place.

Another artist, Luciano Fabro, has named this spatial quality a Habitat. In the early eighties he thus reused the spatialist ideas of one his predecessors, also an artist from Milan, Lucio Fontana. The idea of Spatialism, published after the second world war in Manifesto Blanco, wished to bring an end to a certain notion of form in art, so as to conform to all dynamic forms, integrating them into a total space where art no longer describes the world but rather brings it into being through light and sound waves and through materials. Fabro shifts this idea of the material place to the place of subjectivity. He mentioned this in an interview with Maddalena Sisto (in Casa Vogue, Milan, 1981) in relation to the first installation of this series Habitat in Rome at the Pieroni gallery: “When space is created, it is a little like a skin that one feels on oneself, [...] I saturate it with emotions so that its nature can reveal itself.” For Fabro, nature is this material and experimental wave which inhabits the concrete thing. It is the heart of what artists call form. Nature is not subject to rules of perception. It is not intended for a sole spectator and so it cannot be considered simply in perspective. It is larger than the space that our gaze embraces, as it is deeply embedded in the matter of the world. For Fabro perception was a Spatialist process. It is caught in the concrete of what exists, and it is at the same time profoundly embedded in the gaze of the individual who participates not only in the piece that he or she observes, but also in the multiple materials of the world that they move through and that they are composed of.

It is perhaps in this way that one could explain the strange experience produced by the painting practice of Sarah Smolders. Totally alien to any question of perspective, it requires the spectator to have a different view of the thing being painted in order to experience it. Sarah Smolders saturates; she does not reproduce what already exists, she condenses, harmonizes, and in no way addresses the composition of a shape. She puts time to work so that the nature of the place that one experiences can reveal itself as form-nature.

 

Licht
by Lars Kwakkenbos
2011

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Na mijn eerste bezoek aan de ruimte waarover deze tekst gaat – het werk in die ruimte is dan nog niet af – vraag ik Sarah me op de hoogte te houden en enkele foto’s te mailen. Wanneer ze een week later een laatste foto doorstuurt, liggen er naast mij enkele boeken waarvan ik hoop dat ze mijn gedachten over de tentoonstelling zullen verduidelijken. Op de foto staan twee schilderijen die ik een week eerder had gezien, dicht naast elkaar tegen de muur. Het ene schilderij is een muurschildering, gebaseerd op een schilderij op doek van een gordijn, het andere is er een van wolken op doek. Ik sla de boeken die naast me liggen, één voor één open.

De schilderijen zijn ter plekke gemaakt. Het formaat van het schilderij met de wolken komt overeen met dat van de onderste reeks ramen van de ruimte. In het gordijn op doek zitten er kleine glinsteringen. In zijn kortverhaal ‘The Illuminated Man’ uit 1964 beschrijft JG Ballard een natuurlijk fenomeen dat al het leven dat het tegenkomt, zou kristalliseren. De enige manier om aan het proces te weerstaan, is de nabijheid van edelstenen: de hoofdfiguur in het kortverhaal overleeft door een kruis waarin edelstenen zijn ingelegd, uit een kerk te stelen en het dicht tegen zijn lichaam aan te klemmen.

De idee dat de ruimte zich in die ruimte zelf al in beelden liet kristalliseren, zorgt bij mij voor ongemak. Eens het gordijn en de wolken zijn geschilderd, lijkt de tijd die ze belichamen – een gordijn kan open en dicht, en wolken schuiven voorbij – te zijn vergrendeld. Deze beelden doen echter meer dan louter stilstaan. In het maken ervan kroop veel tijd, en het feit dat ze in één en dezelfde ruimte zijn gecapteerd, geschilderd en opgehangen, brengt een mild soort verwarring teweeg. Andere ingrepen vergroten die verwarring nog. Op de muren is invallend licht nageschilderd en er hangen ook schilderijen op van fragmenten van de vloer, zij het dat die vloer er intussen alweer anders uitziet.

De schilderijen mogen dan wel voor ongemak zorgen, het beeld dat elk van ze representeert, handelt evengoed over het soort van verademing dat een ruimte toelaat een ruimte te zijn waarin geleefd kan worden: binnen en buiten bewegen nog, ze zijn niet helemaal verstard (zelfs al voltrekt die beweging zich in een ruimte die fictief aandoet, in dit geval die van een schilderij). We kunnen de wolken en het gordijn namelijk ook als licht versus duisternis lezen. Als gordijnen toe zijn, het buitenlicht dat zich door de wolken heen beweegt, wordt buitengehouden en er geen kunstlicht wordt aangestoken, wordt een interieur een donkere kast. Let in dat opzicht op de kleurkaart onderaan het wolkenschilderij. Het is een herneming van een poging tot het ijken van dat licht. Die poging tref je vaak aan bij foto’s, en hoe wordt een analoge foto gemaakt? Licht valt in een donkere kamer binnen, een camera obscura. Het diafragma, oftewel een mechanisch gordijn dat met veel precisie open en dicht gaat, regelt hoeveel licht er in die kamer binnenvalt, en de sluiter bepaalt hoelang dit licht er binnenvalt. Met haar ingrepen zorgt Sarah ervoor dat die donkere kamer hier herhaaldelijk oplicht, als ware hij een niet-symmetrische caleidoscoop. Men zou immers ook de schilderijen van de vloer en van de neerslag van het licht op de muren kunnen definiëren als beelden die de donkere kamer kriskras binnenvallen en zich er al dan niet in weerspiegeld zien. Een goede vloer maakt in de eerste plaats een betreden van een ruimte mogelijk. Voor muren geldt hetzelfde. In Sarah’s ingrepen creëren ze echter nog een andere dynamiek. Aan elk beeld dat we kennen, ging ooit een kamer vooraf. De beelden die hier op de muur en op doek zijn geschilderd, zijn al af, maar ze bevinden zich nog in die kamer, zodat tijd en ruimte in elkaar kunnen resoneren. Het zijn fantoombeelden.

Bibliografie

JG Ballard, ‘The Illuminated Man’ (1964) in: Id., The Complete Short Stories: Volume 2 (Londen, Harper Perennial, 2006) p. 51-82.

Georges Didi-Huberman, ‘L’image-malice. Histoire de l’art et casse-tête du temps’ (1999) in: Id., Devant le temps. Histoire de l’art et anachronisme des images (Parijs, Les Editions de Minuit, 2000), p. 85-155.

Peter Szendy, Kant chez les extraterrestres. Philosofictions cosmopolitiques, Parijs, Les Editions de Minuit, 2011.

Bart Verschaffel, ‘Het binnen buiten de Wereld. Over het interieur als architecturaal principe’ in: Id., Van Hermes en Hestia. Over architectuur (Gent, A&S/books, 2de ed., 2010), p. 205-218.