Relocation.Vacant 4.1 Dolby Surround DVD, Tannoy FX5.1 Speakers, Sony STR-DH500 Receiver, DVD player + Pedestals
40:35 Endless Loop
Unique
2009


Exhibition History

Lawrimore Project, Seattle WA, May 7 - June 13, 2009


Description

Relocation, Yann Novak explores the multitude of emotional states experienced during and after the relocation of one’s life. Utilizing his unique technique of transforming a simple environmental recording into something emotional and visceral, Novak creates three installations, each using a different step of the moving process as a point of departure. In all three works, Novak alters the timbre of the recordings but not the length. By doing so he let the subtly changing character of the original recordings dictate how the pieces will unfold. The pieces are spared formal compositional interjection from the artist and allowed to exist in the limbo between documentation and composition.

As its point of departure, Relocation.Vacant uses the sound of the empty loft Novak lived and worked in for over four years. Presented in an empty gallery with nothing to obscure or hide the equipment used to produce the piece, Relocation.Vacant exaggerates the cavernous feelings of the slow dismantling and eventual erasure of the dweller’s personality from a space. The piece evokes nostalgia--nostalgia of the first steps into the space and of everything that transpired from that first moment up until the point of departure.


Reviews

Yann Novak is the latest Seattle artist to demonstrate what we all know but secretly wish was not the case: that the fastest way to the top of this city’s art scene is to move away. With recent and current exhibitions at the Henry Art Gallery and Lawrimore Project respectively, Novak’s work has been garnering a lot of positive attention lately (like this interview with Joey Veltkamp and review by Jen Graves). Last week, I finally had a chance to see Relocation at Lawrimore Project. I spent the better part of an hour with the exhibition, absorbing his meticulously crafted audio compositions.

I left feeling empty. For some artists, this might be an indication of failure to communicate; however in Novak’s case, it’s the content of the work. In the words of the wall text,

“Relocation” explores the emotions and sensations evoked by moving one’s life. The exhibition is a meditation on the artist’s recent move from Seattle to Los Angeles. The three installations make manifest the feelings of leaving one empty space (the former life and memories recently packed), arriving at another empty space (the new life with all its implied potential), as well as providing a record of the transitional moments in between.

Relocation.Vacant reminds me of a photograph by Chicago artist Adam Ekberg from his exhibition Next to Nothing at Platform Gallery last winter, in which a single bubble hovers expectantly in an otherwise empty apartment.

Visually, Novak strikes the right chord with the empty room installation. As Jen Graves points out in her review,

Do you ever have this experience, where your mind roams back to the way you saw your apartment for the first time? That’ll be your last view, too.

Less successful in my estimation is the installation Relocation.Dislocation, whose oddly pixelated, too-subtle video struck me as more distracting than “dislocating,” and whose soundtrack, unfortunately, was quieter than the fan on the projector.

Of the three pieces, I think my favorite is Relocation.Mobile, an elegant 2-channel piece of musique concrète derived from recordings made at rest stops along the I-5 corridor, paired with a blurred montage of photos taken out the window.

Yann Novak is a fascinating character. A few years ago, he seemed to emerge onto the Seattle sound art scene ex nihilo, reviving his father’s long-dormant electroacoustic label Dragon’s Eye Recordings and carving out a career that seemed to be as much about collaboration, curating and community as the work itself—a rare and precious quality for an artist whose primary medium (digitally altered field recordings) is fundamentally isolating.

What is most striking about this exhibition in one sense, then, is that it’s all about Yann. Unlike his previous local exhibitions (the Henry, SOIL, etc.) which drew much of their content from dialogues and interactions with other artists, the emphasis here is entirely on his own process, his ideas, and his emotional states. It’s immersive. And isolating. And maybe a little too cold and clinical, as though the artist wants to convince us that he’s over something that he isn’t.

Being between cities is being between communities, and it’s uncertain. How can we ever be sure that what we’ll get is worth what we had to leave behind? We can’t. But if Relocation is any indication, Yann will do fine.

Yann Novak’s Relocation will be installed at Lawrimore Project through June 13 along with Scores (an exhibition of objects to be played as musical scores) curated by Volume.
– Emily Pothast (Translinguistic Other)


Yann Novak creates sound-powered moods using mostly white space. He plays with blank sonic surfaces, and makes much use of quiet. Contemplating his recent move from Seattle to Los Angeles in Relocation. Dislocation, Novak fills a white screen with subtly morphing shapes and colors—pinks and blues and yellows on white—set to a soundtrack of near white noise. It’s a meditation on emptiness, both in what we can (barely) see and hear. Three images of the artist’s new L.A. loft provide the source imagery for the video, while the sound is a 45-minute ambient loop from the same venue. The visuals offer organic blips and straight lines, bubbling up and sinking back into whiteness. Meanwhile, the hushed sound operates on its own schedule. There is a disconnect here, as anyone experiences when moving to a new home: It’s never quite the clean beginning you want.
– Adriana Grant (The Seattle Weekly)


Yann Novak, now 30 years old and a native of Madison, Wisconsin, lived in Seattle for eight years. Here is where he came of age, where he worked in a coffee shop near the art museum that never showed his work, and where he went home to his building of artist lofts, to his community of collaborators and commiserators. Last November, after falling in love with a Californian and finding himself finished with rainy winters, he moved to Los Angeles. It's impossible not to note the irony in the fact that this highly emotional relocation turns out to be the subject of Novak's first big solo show in Seattle—that his coming out is the same as his moving out. But Relocation, as the show is called, tells a larger story, too, about all kinds of movings on, from any position of relative comfort into a newness, and the way the process itself changes the terms you thought you understood about each location when you made the decision. The place you decided to leave is better than ever; along the way, you keep reading the landscape for clues that won't matter anyway; and arriving is not arriving but starting something from a weird and awkward distance away from where you'll eventually locate yourself. (Do you ever have this experience, where your mind roams back to the way you saw your apartment for the first time? That'll be your last view, too.)

Novak does not waste his chance to make a first impression. In fact, with remarkable economy he transforms the three rooms he's been given to work with into chambers where you can be transported into states of mind that feel both personal and familiar. Using digitally altered field recordings (in which the sounds are heightened but the time is real) and snapshots digitally stitched together and abstracted into gleaming videos, Novak both fills the work up with his subjective experience and empties it out to make room for you. There's just enough specificity and just enough blankness.

I know, technically, how Novak made this work, but I don't quite know how it works. The closest I can get to describing his approach is that it's a combination of generosity and restraint. Each detail being so firmly in place means that the rest is open. For instance, the first work you come across, Relocation.Vacant, at first seems like a simple sound installation with no visual content. One small speaker hangs in each corner of the white cube, and a larger subwoofer sits on the floor next to an amplifier and a DVD player (used to send the sound to the four speakers, as in a home entertainment system) in front of a bench. But then you begin to notice the cords coiled in the corners under the speakers rather than hidden in the walls, as if they're the last things to be packed up, and the preposterous way the DVD player and amplifier have each been set on custom-built white pedestals to make them the same height as the subwoofer, which is all the same height and length as the bench across the room. The space is in a careful and anxious state—done up as much as undone—as if you'd walked in on the briefly unmade bed of a very neat person. It is a reinterpretation of the situation in which the recording was made, the night before Novak left, when all that was left was a mattress, a refrigerator, and a recorder sitting on the floor, turned on while Novak went out to get dinner. The place was empty, but it was as full for Novak (of memories) as it was going to get.

Relocation.Mobile is in the hallway between two rooms, mimicking the U-Haul trip that's represented abstractly on a large video projection made of photographs Novak took out the window on the straight shot down I-5, and in two sets of headphones that isolate two viewers as if they were each passengers. Waves of blurry color, waves of zooming sound—you're moving between points at all times, riding the emotional ground. It is never visually obvious whether you're seeing out the front or the side windows of the truck, as horizon lines and views always shift into some other form just as they seem about to come into focus. It's not just that your perspective changes, it's that your axis of perspective is in flux, from forward-back to side-to-side.

To find out what happens when Novak finally arrives, you enter a black-box space through black curtains for Relocation.Dislocation. I won't tell you too much, except that the video is made of three photographs taken out the southern-exposure roll-up door on his new loft home (shared with his partner, artist Robert Crouch, who cocurated the group show in the front gallery at Lawrimore Project). The sound is from the same location. There's a sparkle, rhythm, and lack of clarity to the newness—and in fact, the camera is shooting through corrugated plastic. The glittering white of the projection—a transformation of the now-dull-seeming white (Seattle) walls of Relocation.Vacant in the other room—is blinding.
– Jen Graves (Yann Novak's 'Relocation': All Kinds of Movings On, The Stranger)