Unexpected Displeasures
When I first heard about an upcoming contemporary jewellery exhibition at the NGV international, I was very excited. I visited Unexpected Pleasures very early in the season, but only had 15 minutes spare to view it. A quick whiz around left me feeling distinctly underwhelmed, but I optimistically put that down to the rush I was in. So I went back on the last weekend. Again I was disappointed.
I love jewellery in all its contexts: historically, culturally, intellectually, aesthetically – or so I believed. I love to wear it, if it is interesting, humorous or merely beautiful. I don’t shy away from the bold, the strange or enormous. But there still needs to be something that engages me beyond a moment – however intellectual that moment might be. And call me a wimp, but I don’t want to wear something that might cut my throat, or take out the eye of my companion.
And call me a wimp, but I don’t want to wear something that might cut my throat, or take out the eye of my companion.
In point of fact, the exhibition is not a celebration of aesthetically appealing adornment – instead it challenges this viewpoint and ‘looks instead at the essential meanings of jewellery … from the point of view of the wearer as well as the maker. Contemporary Jewellery in this sense is at the intersection of art and design.’ [Exhibition summary] I posit that these designers did not consider the wearer (see above comments re cutting throats), albeit they did pose questions about the nature of jewellery. Yet if this is art, it engaged me only momentarily before I scuttled along to the next display. The questions and their answers did not seem terribly profound.
Perhaps I am too frivolous, but when it comes to wearable art, I like my intellect to be wrapped up in pretty packaging. Presumably many of these jewelers would be making commercial pieces – it would have been extremely interesting to compare them with these more esoteric explorations.
The exhibition design was interesting and elegant however, with a mirrored oblong in the centre of the room (somewhat reminiscent of a mausoleum) – I’m not sure on the selection criteria required on the part of the work chosen to be so honoured. In addition, on a technological note, I really missed not having access to an app catalogue, as I did at the Love Lace exhibition at the Powerhouse Museum in Sydney earlier this year. QR codes at each display case accessed the relevant catlogue entry. It was a great reference before and after I actually viewed the show.
Upon leaving the exhibition I felt very worthy for having seen it, but was still vaguely unsatisfied. It was a bit like ploughing through a bowl of spinach when you really just want a chocolate éclair.
Unexpected Pleasures has now closed.