It’s sad when, as is often the case, an artist’s work can be killed off before it’s even had a chance. Take this description of one of Liverpool ONE’s pieces:
“Elmgreen & Dragset’s work is a challenge to socio-political conventions, deconstructing and reassembling power structures with a playful twist…Popular culture and social behaviour are questioned by Elmgreen & Dragset’s new work. But I’m on the Guest List Too! examines the hierarchy of values and meritocracy established by “WAG” and celebrity-culture.
“The artists’ oversized V.I.P. door - slightly ajar - is guarded by a bouncer. It invites the viewer in but cannot be opened fully, blurring the line between welcome and exclusion. But I’m on the Guest List Too! can be treated as a sculpture as well as a frustrating barrier to potential social advancement.”
We’ve just been. There was no bouncer guarding it - so there was no sense of exclusion. It wasn’t ‘frustratingly ajar’ it was just open a bit. It didn’t frustrate us in the slightest because - get this - we could walk around it.
And there was no context because it was in the middle of a free and open pedestrianised walkway. Had it have mysteriously intervened in some hitherto walled-off section of the shopping centre it would have intrigued. Had it hinted at something that was at once deliciously off-limits but also obviously pointless, it would have reflected the city’s curious relationship with wannabes and WAGs (although even that theme is a little obsolete these days).
But, for us, the most perplexing thing about the piece is its name: ‘But I’m On The Guestlist Too!’ is just bad dialogue. It simply fails to convince. As does this slight piece.
Oded Hirsch’s first public realm piece, his gleaming, steam punk-like The Lift, is far better: hinting at a subterranean netherworld piercing the orderly geometry of Peter’s Lane: of some fault-line being punctured. Of what lies beneath. Shame about the ugly crash barriers separating us from it. Very inhospitable. We hear that’s at Liverpool ONE’s behest. Shame they couldn’t, at least, have fashioned something more subtle and sympathetic.
But I’m On The Guestlist Too!
Thomas Steers Way
Liverpool ONE