The Marionette Maker, 2014

Duration: Approximately 14 minutes
Note: The Marionette Maker and The Murder of Crows will play in sequence.

Cardiff and Miller’s kinetic installation The Marionette Maker comprises a full-scale vintage caravan that houses a myriad of characters in a haunting environment. The interior of the trailer reveals the fantastic world of a marionette maker (a marionette himself), who is hunched over a desk drafting designs attempting to create life around him.

A full replica of Cardiff lies sleeping at one end of the trailer surrounded by small moving creatures in a scene reminiscent of Gulliver’s travels. Perhaps the absent inhabitant of the caravan, the user of the dirty coffee cups, the real maker himself amuses himself by trying to create life while waiting for his sleeping companion to wake.

Notable exhibitions for this artwork: The Reina Sofia, Madrid; Luhring Augustine, NYC; 21st Century Museum of Contemporary Art, Kanazawa, Japan; MARCO, Monterrey, Mexico

Credits:

Originally produced for the Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofia, Madrid
Build: Robyn Moody, Maryke Simmonds, Morag Rahn-Cambell, Carlo Crovato, Jeff Person, Eric Kutschker, Risa Bissenden
Production Organization: Zev Tiefenbach
Tonmeister: Titus Maderlechner
Mannikin by: Lindala Schminken FX Inc., Vancouver
Marionette Maker Theme composed by Cardiff and Miller
Percussion: Connor Johnson
Toy piano, Guitar, Piano, Synths: Cardiff and Miller
Bass, Piano: Titus Maderlechner
Op. 6: VI “None But the Lonely Heart” music composed by Pyotr Ilych Tchaikovsky with words by Goethe
Performed by Galina Vishnevskaya & Mstislav Rostropovich
Thanks to Bowers and Wilkens

Excerpt below from an Artforum review of Cardiff and Miller at Luhring Augustine Gallery, New York by David Frankel, October 2016.

A group of inanimate objects endowed with uncanny life, someone at work designing them, a nod to the unconscious, an object whose age introduces the principle of memory: The Marionette Maker, 2014, seems to me to be a parable of artmaking, in more ways than the obvious one that it is named after a maker of sculptural figures. We enter a darkish room holding a familiar but old-fashioned object, a nearly eleven-foot-long caravan, that endearing predecessor, somehow both clunky and flimsy, of today’s hulking RVs. This one is already strange in that it’s topped by a large pair of rotating, megaphone-type speakers, themselves topped in turn by an umbrella much too small to shelter what’s beneath it—a token protection against the storm sounds coming from the speakers, along with aircraft hums, forest murmurs, and other noises. Nearing the caravan, we see that Cardiff and Miller have provided its various windows, doors, and hatches with tableaux, most of them peopled with moving marionettes or automatons (the latter more likely I think, though the dolls are provided with strings) and other entities: an opera singer and her accompanist at the piano, who together periodically grace us with a Tchaikovsky aria; a sailing ship on a vigorously stormy sea; an underground grotto; the marionette maker himself, drawing at a miniature desk that sits on the caravan’s built-in full-size table; and, most dramatically, stretching almost the full width of the caravan, a sleeping female figure—a life cast, apparently, of Cardiff herself.

The work rewards in its intricacy, the detail in which it is worked through. Capitalizing on the givens of the old caravan, its nested parts fitting like a jigsaw, Cardiff and Miller have complicated each view into it enough that we keep looking to be sure we haven’t missed something. We wonder, for example, whether the marionette standing on the hip of the sleeping artist is another portrait of Cardiff. The scale jump made by the placement of another marionette near a full-sized coffee cup and a Heinz baked-beans can holding brushes (a reference to Jasper Johns’s Savarin can?) brings home the interior’s cohabitation by humans and dolls. Why do a couple of large books hang by a rope from the ceiling? Who is actually the marionette maker: the figure at the desk or the woman asleep? A crowd of amorphous blob-like creatures (vegetal? crustacean?) gathered around her read to me as early, unfinished thoughts, ideas in development—for the whole work looks to me like an image of the artist’s consciousness, of the sounds and pictures that come and go in his or her dreaming mind. The fact that that mind is mobile, literally wheeled, relates, I think, to an old sense of the artist as an outsider, a wanderer, someone outside the normal social order, uneasily present and always ready to pick up and go. The idea goes back at least to the harlequins of Watteau, and later of Picasso; indeed, for me The Marionette Maker is a kind of descendant of a Picasso minotaur painting, Minotaur Moving His House of 1936—a work once quoted by Johns—that addresses it directly.

Full article at https://www.artforum.com/events/janet-cardiff-and-george-bures-miller-6-224160