Air dried clay, stain, porcelain commemorative plate on MDF plinth
160 x 25 cm
Dallas Seitz The Messenger
Fired clay, glaze and grouse feathers
50 x 40 cm
Dallas Seitz John Hanning Speke
Air dried clay, stain, cloth on MDF plinth
160 x 25 cm
David Cano took Nightmoves to the Dallas Seitz exhibition at the Pump House Gallery and got freaked out... again.
HUNTED (the cannibalism of colonial collectorexia)
26 October 2007 - 20 January 2008, Pumphouse Gallery
The Pump House Gallery is a quaint little building nestled between some trees in south London's Battersea Park. It's a pretty cosy looking edifice and so on a crisp winter morning I decided to visit it with house DJ and remix technician Nightmoves.
I was expecting to see a pleasant little exhibition, perhaps a collection of oil paintings of rich tea biscuits by a frail and sweet old lady. What we got instead was a brutal and disturbing affair which had me almost retching in my woolly hat.
The exhibition is called HUNTED (the cannibalism of colonial collectorexia) and it's by one Dallas Seitz who it turns out is a little bit funny in the head. The press release told me to expect an investigation in "the processes of hunting and collecting as a form of colonization and obsession" - an interesting concept, no doubt.
In the first room a stand displayed a kind of head/face mask made from a skinned wolf. It was actually pretty beautiful and Nightmoves and I admired it, starting to feel quite good about the whole experience. Alas, not for long.
We made our way up the narrow staircase to part two of our little adventure. I opened the door and, in what seems to be becoming a frequent occurrence in my Don't Panic expeditions, I entered a pitch black room filled with scary music. We managed to find a small bench in the darkness and sat down nervously. A screen on the other side of the room lit up with the image of a full moon. Chugging heavy metal guitars started to blare out of the speakers. What followed was a blood bath that, though I have tried desperately to suppress, has had me waking up in a cold sweat on a regular basis.
Remember the little wolf mask from downstairs? Well this video was all about how little wolfie ended up there. Some sicko, I'm assuming Dallas himself, pranced around on screen shooting wolfie then literally hacking him to bits, violently skinning him and hanging him from hooks through his feet and letting the blood spill on the floor. All to a heavy-metal soundtrack.