TIM NOBLE: IMAGINARY BEINGS

Tim Noble is known for using unconventional materials (like trash) to make unexpected and unforgettable objects-the shadow sculptures, for example, with painstaking precision and craftsmanship. The juxtaposition of junk into highly wrought and mannerist portraits with his former partner, Sue Webster, were wondrous and magical in the transformation of one thing into another as if by legerdemain. In Noble's latest body of solo work, the technical virtuosic skill has been redirected to times past; back so far in fact, as to touch upon wall reliefs more commonly found in ancient Egypt, Assyria and other Middle Eastern cultures than in today's modes of contemporary art.

The artist has manifested these beings, in their rawest state, from the realm of frozen subjectivity that initially poured from the sluice of the mind's eye, through his ngertips, manipulated in clay until they crystallized into reconcilable imagery. Initially, modelled on top of cheap boards of plywood in a version of 3D doodling, the panels took shape gradually over months. Eventually, they became filled with visions-the mistakes and doubt morphed into de nitive human and animal like explorations. As one piece lled, another took its place until the boards began to literately hemorrhage with detail.

Over a period, a landscape and vocabulary developed as each new panel became more and more dense, peopled with an over- populated mass evolved of erotic, neurotic, predatory creatures. Evolution is key here, some of the malevolent variety, while at other times more innocent. There is a female, menstruation blood dripping, her skin partially un-zipped exposing her beating, throbbing heart, while a chameleon with a penis for a head, wobbling in the breeze, mistakes the bodily fluids of the headless women for an insect, and lashes out with its tongue for nutrition.

The Elgin Marbles that once crowned the Parthenon, made under the supervision of the architect and sculptor Phidias and his assistants, were originally highly colorful before being stripped of their rich hues and stolen from the Greeks. They are now ex- hibited in the British Museum, decontextualized and denuded, but perhaps allowing the boldness of the carvings to overwhelm the senses even more. Not that that makes their misappropriation any less morally reprehensible.

In a parallel sense, Noble's crazy, passionate nightmarish universe-on first blush calm, minimalistic and void of color-upon closer inspection reveals a vile underbelly you will not soon be able to purge from your head. Sweet dreams.

Text by Kenny Schachter