A row of noticeboards outside welcome us
to the newly modernised Shoreditch Town Hall Hotel. This is, however,
just the start of dreamthinkspeak’s latest site-responsive piece. The
venue has allowed the company to turn the ground floor and basement
into a succession of public and private hotel spaces, past and present,
for a kind of collage portrait both of a long-term guest (very loosely
inspired by Margaret, Duchess of Argyll) and the changing worlds within
and beyond its walls. We check in, wait in a lobby and browse facsimile
copies of the
Evening Standard
containing material about Margaret d’Beaumont and the conglomerate that
now owns the hotel. A handful at a time, we are led into the basement,
watch through a one-way mirror as Margaret packs and then wander at our
leisure through the labyrinthine installation.
Dreamthinkspeak’s approach to construction, of material and meaning
alike, is now familiar. Spaces and physical configurations are echoed
and re-echoed in various ways. The hotel is a perfect setting for such
a style. We see on a video screen a plush room in its former prime, on
another screen the same room fallen into dereliction, then turn a
corner and find ourselves in the ruined room itself. The first, blandly
modern, room we had entered is later recapitulated in miniature hives,
from differing perspectives but all with the same shimmering
vid-screens showing Margaret in her pomp. It begins to feel like Alain
Resnais’ allusive film masterpiece
Last
Year At Marienbad: a succession of “Empty salons. Corridors.
Salons. Doors. Doors. Salons.” At other points in our progress, the
piece’s creator Tristan Sharps cheekily engineers both
through-the-looking-glass and Narnia-style moments for us. I burst out
laughing, too, on entering a nondescript storeroom and seeing stacks of
stacks of Impressionist masterpiece prints supposedly ready to be hung
in the rooms and corridors.
In several cases, too, the unused space simply stands for unused space,
encouraging us to let our own inferences run free. There is no linear
story as such, scarcely any of any kind, and apart from that initial
packing scene the performances are all on video rather than in the
flesh (apart from the liveried hotel staff discreetly keeping an eye on
us). Nevertheless, it is a beautiful work in terms both of what it puts
together and how, and of what it leaves for us to fill ourselves.
Written for the Financial
Times.