'In finding your place in sculpture, you need to find the material that offers you just the right resistance. As it turns out, car metal offers me the correct resistance so that I can make a form—not overform it or underform it.' —John ChamberlainRising to human height with a multitude of patinated metal sheets, Gris Gris Gumbo Ya Ya is a vibrant example of John Chamberlain’s body of crumpled metallic sculptures. With its many protruding surfaces, sprawling, rippling and motioning in different directions, the sculpture resembles a living entity — an amorphous creature transcending the lifelessness of its material constituents. Yet at the same time, Gris Gris Gumbo Ya Ya’s ambiguous physical form recalls the very real aesthetic of accumulated detritus, the image of amalgamated waste that one may encounter upon entering a junkyard. This impression echoes Chamberlain’s sculptural process, as the artist would search for discarded car parts and subsequently transform these through both generative and destructive gestures — crushing, blending, mingling, and assembling. The result of this creative enterprise was astoundingly ebullient, and often replete with paradoxes. In the present work, the final appearance of Gris Gris Gumbo Ya Ya showcases the twofold countenance of debris and gem — in the words of Jackson Arn, a three-dimensional collage work that is at once ‘juvenile and jaded, optimistic and apocalyptic’.1
With its tongue-in-cheek title, Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya notably makes reference to the eponymous song released by the artist Gris-Gris in 1968 which, at the height of a moment of social liberation in the United States, served as a musical hymn to a drug dealer. Incorporating New Orleans rhythm, hints of blues and psychedelic rock, Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya echoes its sculptural counterpart, which similarly hybridises styles and genres — namely Abstract Expressionism, interspersed with hints of Neo-Dada.
A quintessential bon vivant, Chamberlain was known during his youth and formative years to lead an epicurian lifestyle. Patronising the famed bar Max’s Kansas City in New York, the artist would frequently make intricate sculptural compositions out of crushed cigarette packs. In 1956, he took to monumental scaling and transformed his witty bar trick into a grand creative gesture, producing his first sculpture incorporating automobile parts, Shortstop. Created more than three decades later, Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya demonstrates Chamberlain’s growing interest in colour, vibrancy and grandeur — a mature and dynamic variation on his enduring theme. In addition to its mature rendering and spellbinding aura, Gris Gris Gumbo Ya Ya is distinguished by its prodigious exhibition history, having travelled from Amsterdam’s Stedelijk Museum to the Kunstmuseum Wolfsburg in 1996, on the occasion of Chamberlain’s important retrospective that year.
'I’m still making sculptures in the way that I made the poems.' —John ChamberlainSpending most of his youth raised by his grand mother in Chicago, and serving in the U.S. Navy aboard an aircraft carrier from 1943 to 1946, Chamberlain utilised the G.I. Bill to attend the School of The Art Institute of Chicago and Black Mountain College from 1951 to 1956. Whilst studying at Black Mountain, Chamberlain fostered a particular fondness for poetry, at times explicitly alluding to the practice of sculpting in his writing, at others translating his known sculptural gestures into delightful human and phenomenological thoughts (‘i have abbreviated you / to a pimple to be / squeezed’, the artist wrote). Under the tutelage of Charles Olsen, Robert Creeley, and Robert Duncan, seasoned poets who doubled as mentors for Chamberlain, the artist would lay theoretical groundwork for his artworks to come. It was upon moving to New York after his studies that, for the first time, he created sculpture that included scrap elements found in automobile junkyards. ‘Curiously, it’s only recently that I’ve noticed that I’m still making sculptures in the way that I made the poems’, the artist said. ‘It’s all in the fit. Say you take one word that’s on a page. You like this word, this word looks nice to you. Maybe you don’t even care what the word means. But you like the word. You can conjugate the word. If the word is beauty, it can become beautiful. Then it can become beauteous, can’t it? Or beautification. You can play around with it, add to it, or if you want you can take the word apart’.2 Like a bodied poem coated with plated steel, Gris Gris Gumbo Ya Ya shifts and conjugates with each viewer’s moving perception.