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Who would have thought that an artist working in the medium of masking tape could change all that? Suzanne Weaver--the associate curator of contemporary art at the DMA who brought Jim Lambie to town. Lambie, the Glasgow-based installation artist and sculptor whose work is showing in Concentrations 47 through August 21, has transformed the regurgitated classicism of the barrel vault into a color-clad volume of disco delight. Sticking industrial-grade vinyl tape on the floor and orchestrating sundry materials in four small sculptural pieces, Lambie has invented the space of the DMA anew. He has wackily transformed its architectural volumetric by way of the flatness of colored tape on flat surfaces. In a feat more in keeping with Dallas' true spirit than old-world classicism could ever be, he has made topsy-turvy three-dimensional space out of rainbow-colored surface cladding. His is an aesthetic of candy-wrapper novelty so fit for the forever-new Dallas urban fabric that it shouldn't be removed. Lambie the conceptual artist has improved the architecture of the DMA.
There are five pieces by Lambie showing: one installation of multicolored tape on the floor of the main corridor and the first gallery of contemporary art, and four works of sculpture. In varying sizes and an array of colors (red, yellow, blue, black and white), the tape covers the floor of the hall, abutting concrete and glass walls on one side and elevators and gallery entrance on the other. Like color-coded lines running under foot along hospital hallways, Lambie's tape functions as a kind of guide that leads you down the hall from the barrel vault to the collective contemporary space. Lambie's stripy floor gracefully pulls you into the space by way of visual awe and wonderment while destabilizing your sense of perceptual balance. Juanita Cabrera, gallery attendant, explained that she had to shepherd older and disabled patrons through the work with great caution and care, warning them to grasp railings along the wall as they walk through en route to the sculpture garden and exits at the end of the corridor.
Titled "Zobop," the taped-floor installation is mesmerizing and vertiginous in effect. Stuck on the floor by an atelier of artists working under the leadership of Lambie, the tape has been placed with absolute technical precision. In placement, they correspond to distinct architectural elements of the building. Long stripes emerge perpendicularly out from the main hall, signaling the elevators to the left. Tape reverberates in curving fashion around the circular electrical outlets on the floor in the opposite corner. Inside the gallery space, tape manipulated in circles and abstract geometries fools the eye, inclining one to step downward when the floor is in fact flat.
Flowing into the first room of the greater contemporary space, the tape leads you to four coordinating sculpture works. Most striking of them is "18 Carrots," a bushel of just that placed on a console on the facing wall. In a twisted and comical reference to Jackson Pollock's practices of painterly spontaneity, Lambie has splattered bright orange paint on the wall and floor next to a pile of carrots.
On the adjacent walls there are two works facing each other, "Psychedelic Soul Stick" leaning to the left and "The Doors (Morrison Hotel)" mounted on the right. The weakest link in the show, "Psychedelic Soul Stick" is a branch-like stick wrapped in colorful string. The vague references to shamanism in this piece reveal a shop-girl kind of spiritualism in Lambie's work, what we once described in terms of "hippie" culture. The current of hippie spiritualism in Lambie's work only detracts from the more profound references to Minimalism. At the same time, the vague sense of dreamy mysticism could be seen as a force kindred to the metaphysical ideas of "infinity" and "repetition" in the cubes of Sol Lewitt. Borrowing from Minimalism the tropes of repetition, dumb industrial-grade materials (wood and acrylic paint), "The Doors" is a shiny sculpture of tightly jagged-edged doors, sutured together with mirrors on top. The seriousness of Minimalism is deflated by its lavender color. The mirrors reflect edgy light and shadow forms on the wall behind and above the piece, creating a thought bubble-like form that is equal parts Lichtenstein and early Smithson.