Pan Am games hit The Power Plant in four shows
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Jun 25, 2015  |  Vote 0    0

Pan Am games hit The Power Plant in four shows

The Pan Am Games inspire four shows at Toronto’s The Power Plant. Visual Arts Critic Murray Whyte weighs in


The Pan Am Games seems determined to brand itself far beyond the field of play this summer, and one of its arenas is the Power Plant, which casts itself as on the bleeding edge of international contemporary art practice.

That the earnest nationalism of the games might not mesh easily with the challenging fare one expects to find in such a gallery appears to be the least of the organizing committee’s concerns, and good on them: They’ve handed the keys to curator Julia Paoli to do as she pleased and the four projects here wave no flags, but for the marginalized, the disenfranchised and the quite literally extinct.

Bik Van de Pol, Eminent Domain

The chorus of cicadas that greets you on entering the main space embraces the ones that got away: Namely, the countless species to have gone extinct since 1500, more or less the beginning of European exploration of the new world. The gallery is fitted with carpet emblazoned the scientific names of bygone creatures in reverse; only by looking up to the ceiling, fitted with mirror, can you read them. Whether it’s a gesture to move the viewer from active to passive, or a gimmick to get you to lie down, I’m not sure, but lying yields more than merely wandering through: The sounds shift and change with time, and feel all the more distant the longer you recline.

Mine, Tercerunquinto

Tercerunquinto, a three-person collective from Mexico has been here before, in 2005, when they built a back door to the Power Plant where patrons could sneak in past the admissions desk for free. Here, they continue their sly subversion with Mine, a 6-by-6-foot square carved through the gallery floor to expose the soil underneath. Within it a litany of implications are unearthed: About land and resource rights, for one thing. In this era of Aboriginal reparations and apologies that can never hope to fully compensate, “Mine” begs the response, “Whose?”

The Mouth Holds the Tongue, A collaborative project by Nadia Belerique Lili Huston-Herterich and Laurie Kang

Big blocks of green foam form a makeshift labyrinth. The point isn’t to vex, but to engage. It’s comic, inviting, and tactile (to mild disaster – impressions of fingertips, palms and more than a few names of couples mark its squishy hide, breaking the look-don’t-touch rule all over the place). The three artists, all Toronto-based, make objects that invades your personal space. The work surely toes that line, and verboten though it may be, it seems only fair for the viewer to do a little invading of his or her own.

(art)work(sport)work(sex)work, YES! Association

With most people putting on their best Pan Am smiley faces for the international hordes –We’re happy tolerant, diverse Toronto! – the Power Plant has enlisted YES! Associaton, a collective from Sweden, to peel back some of those layers. In the gallery, they’ve installed a reading room, where you can brew a cup of tea (really – they’ve put in a kitchen) and peruse various documents of marginal histories and people: Gay, transgendered, sex workers and minorities alike.

For more information on all tours, see the Power Plant’s web site.

Toronto Star

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