Found stone, paper cross, ink
249 x 81 x 50 cm
218 x 56 x 41 cm
196 x 74 x 33 cm
193 x 66 x 43 cm
180 x 86 x 48 cm
170 x 76 x 48 cm
145 x 71 x 38 cm
91 x 79 x 53 cm
Standing on top of each of the large megalith-like boulders that comprise Summits (2009), Kris Martinâ€™s eight-part found rock installation, is a small marker. When, and if, spotted, these identifiers change the viewerâ€™s perspective and turn the roomâ€™s vaguely prehistoric ambiance into less numinous territory.
A small paper cross crowning each peak indicates that they have all been conquered, and by using a charged symbol whose real-life application connotes a range of meanings â€“ of man conquering the limits of awe-inspiring nature, of a civilisation conquering another civilisation, of death conquering all â€“ Martin sets in motion a stark thinking process.
Within the artistâ€™s visual pun thereâ€™s also perhaps a metaphor for the importance of process in art-making itself. â€śThe top is nice when you haven’t reached it,â€ť Martin has said. â€śBut once you get [there], the potential is gone. Dreams are what keep people going.â€ť
Martinâ€™s conceptual installation, repeating the same conceit eight times over, is a comment both on the futility of human ambition â€“ what is left once seemingly unreachable summits have been conquered? â€“ and also on the oppressive and absurd spread of consensual, hegemonic belief.
Reminiscent in their exotic roughness of the blue, impossibly steep and faraway mountains that steal the fantastic landscapes of Joachim Patinir and his 16th century contemporaries, these lifeless stand-ins humorously exaggerate the heights to which human foolishness and its quixotic desire can rise. â€śFor me, they’re all very dangerous, mountainsâ€¦ They’re filled with a dangerous power, especially for puny little human beings, like we are.â€ť