Vong Phaophanit, Neon Rice Field, 1993
Rice is a staple. It’s a foodstuff a large portion of the world’s population depends on. For those of us with the luxury of choice whose diet has become mixed as a result of the movement of people, goods and traditions, it has less cultural significance but is nonetheless something we take for granted, while knowing we could survive without it. For us it could perhaps be argued that art is something akin to a staple. We could perhaps find a substitute if push came to shove but in its own way it nourishes us. Mix the two and you have Vong Phaophanit’s Neon Rice Field an extraordinary installation for which Phaophanit was nominated for the Turner Prize in 1994.
The installation takes the form of a large rectangle – or field, perhaps – of rice laid out on the gallery floor. The rice forms furrows and under each a strip of red neon light is buried. The light glows through marking out the perfectly ordered topography of the field and in a way adding to the work’s referencing of a gridded abstract painting.
Neon Rice Field (detail)
Aesthetically the work is spare and beautiful. The scent of rice is evident in the space, adding to the feeling of the work. Though Phaophanit has worked with a range of unconventional sculptural materials it is the rice employed in this work that stays in my mind. Partly of course it is the meaning the rice carries as the staple food of the artist’s country of origin – Laos – but it is also about the care with which the tiny grains of rice have been arranged – a very ordinary material displaced from its usual context (as the artist is displaced from his Laotian origins) becoming an unexpectedly painterly installation – and the absolute simplicity of the work.
Neon Rice Field installed at National Glass Centre, Sunderland in 2008
I remember seeing this exhibition, it has always stayed in my memory-probably one of the most beautiful and original pieces of art that I have ever experienced.
Yeah, it’s really stayed with me too; definitely very beautiful and clearly memorable. (Can’t quite believe that it’s more than 20 years since I saw it!)
I remember the journey to the exhibition because I could smell the exhibit before I even got inside and then once there-it almost swept me off my feet!
I always mourn that no prints or postcards were produced for the exhibition. I’ve had to make do with a photocopy all these years.