Inflicting a palpable sense of agoraphobia onto her audience, Hogg allows the vibrant, almost bellicose sounds of the city to infiltrate the walls of D and H's home, with the house and its sliding wooden doors and temperamental boiler in a constant argument with the outside world. Continuing her examination of the estrangement felt amongst the higher strata of British society, Exhibition inhibits the artistic, emotional and imprudent nature of such a display of creativity. Here art doesn't imitate life; rather, we witness how D and H have allowed their lives to emulate art. An abstract question and answer session that percolates the narrative like an unwelcome nightmare eludes to the pair's use of art as a construct to separate themselves from the proletariat and prove their worth to society - whilst they ostensibly offer very little of economic value.
D and H continually critique their lives like a painter observing a mediocre watercolour, reciting dreams into dictaphones and asking questions such as "Where do you fit in?". Their sterile sanctuary acts as the blank canvas in which they have projected their identity, anxieties and pleasures, with the couple clearly uneasy at allowing their lives and lifestyle to be held up for criticism by potential buyers, unwilling to allow the structure to be sold to land developers - surely the pinnacle of contemporary consumerist culture. A haunting portrait of domestic anxiety, reminiscent of the icy detached oeuvre of Michael Haneke, Hogg's Exhibition succinctly expresses the fears of the broadsheet bourgeois in arguably her most astute and claustrophobic work to date.
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