When you’ve seen one laser carving clouds of smoke to create illusory 3D areas that warp and shift earlier than your eyes, you’ve seen all of them. And I noticed this particular impact in Again to the Future: The Musical, so the 2 installations that use it within the newest subterranean artwork spectacular within the cavernous club-like depths of 180 The Strand reduce no dry ice with me.
There are different parallels between this exhibition and Again to the Future, which is on the Adelphi, down the road. Each are science fiction. However whereas the story of Marty McFly and his time-travelling DeLorean wittily performs with concepts about crossing your individual timelines, there are not any concepts or wit in Future Shock. It's a gentle present and not using a gig. The electro music accompanying a lot of the installations sounds so samey in its soothing beeps that it simply washed over me. At the least in Again to the Future you get some laughs, and a automobile flies over the viewers on the finish. That is like being at a pretentious nightclub the place nobody dances.
It began nicely, with a cinematic atmosphere by Ryoichi Kurokawa that’s like a canyon dwarfed by two towering projections, one pastoral, the opposite city. Bushes and rocks, corridors and rooms soften and shapeshift and at last merge in a fascinating visible rush that seems like an actual glimpse of the artwork of the long run. As digital actuality and AI make our capability to generate – or get machines to generate – virtually infinitely supple areas and pictures, what can’t artists create? Phantasm is again. Visible sensation is again. O courageous new world, I assumed, as I moved via the gloom into the subsequent area the place blue lights had me bedazzled.
However the thoughts can solely go 5 minutes or so with out desirous to piece the whole lot collectively and discover that means. It shortly transpires there may be none right here. Lawrence Lek’s virtual-reality sci-fi movie about an imaginary post-apocalyptic China seems good(ish) but rambles pointlessly: it's a recreation ready for a participant. Weirdcore, “one of many UK’s main audiovisual artists”, isn’t something like bizarre sufficient, simply placing you in a chillout area with mildly attention-grabbing patterns and sounds. And so it goes on: a succession of gimmicky entertainments that attempt to disguise with slick sound and imaginative and prescient their elementary absence of function.
The artists in Future Shock could be on the innovative technically, however even when the good artwork of tomorrow is made with digital media and machine studying, it gained’t seem like this. Artwork wants content material, mind, emotion and poetry – or no less than a few these – however that is simply an city son et lumière. The world is filling with “creatives” who play about with digital toys and create groovy results that don’t have a lot operate however to distract. That's high-quality, as a replacement: the abilities demonstrated right here might, and possibly will, present nightclub ambiance, theatre designs and rock-festival lighting to set the sky on hearth. Improbable. Simply don’t declare it's artwork.
It's all so slick. Nothing shocks or offends. Can this be a deeper downside with digital actuality as artwork? The reality could also be that we want the sordid, irritating presence of filthy life to really feel one thing as artwork. The one signal of that right here is in a freaky set up by Precise Objects that confronts you with speaking, lifesize digital human beings. Shifting, gesticulating and talking in horribly actual but clearly unreal methods, these uneasy simulacra of ourselves are genuinely disturbing. That is correct science fiction. Will we quickly be in a world the place it’s exhausting to inform precise people from pretend ones? One of many characters is a ranting center American man who held me together with his asinine views and unnerving actuality.
That was a little bit of actual future shock, from deep within the uncanny valley. Then it was again to lights dancing in the dead of night and music they discovered on scrap paper in Brian Eno’s bins.
I suppose you can take reassurance from this. If the long run isn't any worse than a barely foolish labyrinth of fairly however ephemeral electronica, we will likely be fortunate. Outdoors, the information was ready. If you happen to want senseless escapism from the actual world, that is as near it as an artwork exhibition can get.
Future Shock is at 180 The Strand, London, till 28 August.
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