The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite, perhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries... From any hexagon one can see the floors above and below – one after another, endlessly... Through this space, too, there passes a spiral staircase, which winds upward and downward into the remotest distance.
– Jorge Luis Borges, ‘The Library of Babel’, 1941
Herald St is delighted to announce Amnesia, an exhibition of new works by Cole Lu taking place in the gallery’s East London premises. Featuring burnt linen and birch panels alongside large-scale sculptures incised in minute detail, the presentation questions language, contexts, and dogmas of historicisation. Lu exposes humanity’s ‘collective amnesia’, looking back to an existence before socially-imposed beliefs and rituals and yearning for an unadulterated state of being. He references an amalgamation of sources, widely ranging from prehistoric cave markings, Greek mythology, canonical twentieth century art and literature, and popular sci-fi cinema, steeping their events and characters with his own lived experience.
On entering the gallery we encounter (Hypnos), a towering sculpture with an archetypal bust of Apollo, blindfolded and placed upon a model of Leonardo da Vinci’s odometer. The titular god of sleep is one of two protagonists in Lu’s wider oeuvre, alongside Geryon, one of Hercules’s twelve labours. By covering his eyes, the figure is rendered physically blind but, following mythological axioms, endowed with the power to see the truth. On the lower part of the sculpture, a viewfinder looks onto a copper surface etched with a scene of hypnosis. The artist has modelled this tablet on NASA’s Pioneer Plaques, conceived by Carl Sagan and designed with ‘their time and place of origin for the benefit of any other spacefarers that might find them in the distant future’. Lu’s own representation of civilisation is left ambiguous: does it show a scene of coercion into societal pressure and the loss of original instinct, or, is the blindfolded character finding his inner truth? Situating this enigmatic sculpture alongside a linen self-portrait and wood panel of planetary explosions, Lu has transformed the entrance room into a portal, a trope repeated in his work through whirring vortexes, interstellar vehicles, and beaming wounds. Here, we enter the initial stage of the dream space, where fiction and reality fuse in our minds and we gaze at our received knowledge.
The second gallery immerses us in the artist’s vision of an infinite library, modelled on Jorge Luis Borges’s Library of Babel and the Memory Warehouse in the 2003 film Dreamcatcher, both of which feature winding staircases continuing forever upward and downward. His references are universal and personal: his father is a librarian for two universities and Lu was raised among and by books, finding within them the language to make sense of who he was. Growing up in Taiwan, he spoke Taiwanese, Mandarin, English, Hakka, and Japanese with different family members and friends in varying levels of fluency and disruption, gaining and losing nuances. In a linen diptych, Lu formulates his own semiotic alphabet composed of symbols for his thoughts, moving beyond extant systems of spoken and written language. The room receives a haze of natural light from two arched windows, cutting through the walls like a pair of eyes. One is engraved with Hypnos as a blindfolded child, a return to the formative stage of life; childhood also appears in a scene with a rocking horse, taken from a photographic portrait of Max Ernst. Central to Lu’s notion of human amnesia is our lost connection with animals, with whom we once hunted alongside and shared an equal place in the world. He harks back to this moment through markings from the caves of Lascaux, verdant landscapes with roaming deer, and the two-headed dog Orthos, a companion whom he likens to his own two cats. Like prehistoric cave dwellers, the artist paints with fire, compressing hierarchies formed over millennia and returning to the origins of our externalisation of internal thought and memories.
Coded in the ancient and contemporary legends of Lu’s tableaux are passages of inflammation: erupting volcanoes, bleeding cuts, wide eyes peering through tears, and holes scorched through the fabric. The spiral staircase finds a corporeal analogy as the helix of DNA, the information centre of the body. The artist increasingly uses supports made of linen, a material he associates with blindfolds and gauzes – swathes which heal our wounds and cover our eyes so we can confront our truths. From visceral scars to fantastical machines, Lu’s microcosms, macrocosms, and myths unearth our innermost thoughts and conjurings, rendering them universal.
Text by Émilie Streiff