Maggie Dunlap – Gilded Splinters

Maggie Dunlap – Gilded Splinters
January 11th – February 18th, 2024
Reception: January 11th, 2024, 6-9 pm
No Gallery – 105 Henry Street #4 NYC NY 10002

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Maggie DunlapThe Horseman’s Word VI, 2024 – steel – 68 x 90 x 14 in. (172.72 x 228.6 x 35.56cm)

Maggie DunlapThe Three Hares, 2024 – steel – 34 x 34 x 2 in. (86.36 x 86.36 x 5.08 cm)

Maggie DunlapCrying the Neck, 2024 – brass – 12 x 7.5 x 1 in. (30.48 x 19.05 x 2.54 cm)

Maggie DunlapCrying the Neck, 2024 – brass – 12 x 10.5 x 1 in. (30.48 x 26.67 x 2.54 cm)

Maggie DunlapCrying the Neck, 2024 – brass – 12 x 10 x 2 in. (30.48 x 25.4 x 5.08 cm)

In her inaugural New York City solo exhibition titled Gilded Splinters, Maggie Dunlap presents a series of metal, steel, and brass wall mounted sculptures inspired by the agricultural tools and superstitious rituals that define the visual landscapes of both the American South and Southwest of England. 

Born of research into British folkloric traditions, specifically those of Devon and Cornwall, which played integral roles in the folk horror sub-genre boom of the 1970’s. These films would give way to their American equivalent in “hicksploitation.” Defining films of the genre such as Deliverance and The Wicker Man are at their core about regionalism, fear of the other, locations forever entwined with their dark and gruesome histories, places which favor “the old ways” over the new. The ghosts of the past haunting the ways of the present are a central theme in folk horror and Dunlap’s work, like a layline running through motorcycle gangs doing donuts in stone circles (Psychomania), in weird machines and wrong furniture fashioned from human bones by the former slaughterhouse workers made obsolete by technological innovations (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre), in an American outsider murdering a violent Cornish villager with an antique bear trap (Straw Dogs).

On Maggie Dunlap and the Gilded Splinters of Folk Horror

By Philip Best

I grew up in the UK in the 1970s. Everything was folk horror. I lived in Plymouth, Devon, on the wild edges of Dartmoor. On 19 August, 1978, thirteen-year-old local girl Genette Tate disappeared whilst delivering newspapers in the Devonshire village of Aylesbeare. The haunting monochrome image of her abandoned bicycle on a country lane was printed in the local papers, and soon the case gathered national attention and the London-based media descended. In many ways it was a godsend for the press pack, a juicy murder mystery in the summer doldrums that traditionally provide slim pickings for an ever-hungry news cycle. As is often the case when metropolitan outsiders descend upon an isolated community, the hacks were left unnerved by what they found, and soon pointed the finger of suspicion at Genette’s father and the other residents at Barton Farm Cottage. The evil was within, and the incantatory media whispers continued for decades. Perhaps unsurprisingly, these urban sophisticates were entirely wrong. Genette was most likely murdered by Robert Black, a van driver from South East London, who would rattle down the lanes and byways of Britain, plucking children off the streets and gobbling them up in the back of his specially-modified vehicle. For all his folk horror trappings, the killer was very much a predatory pioneer of modernity, who cynically banked upon the carefree innocence and gentle routines of countryside life. Bobbie Black, a demon from the smoke; the evil from without.

Maggie Dunlap is an American Southerner who has spent some time in the South West of England — particularly Devon and Cornwall. She senses the connections between the British and American traditions, as well as the tensions and contradictions inherent in any formulation of folk horror. Her work involves implements that can be fashioned into crudely effective weapons capable of injurious harm, but also protective charms and other symbols crafted to guarantee good order and the continuance of life’s richly beneficent cycle. Dunlap’s creations appear benign, and likely to be put to good use, but they carry an eerie undertow or grim fascination that hints at darker possibilities. At times in the past, and perhaps in times to come, they would be seized upon sight, decried as abominations; thrown onto the fires or trampled underfoot, splintered into a thousand pieces and scattered to the four winds.

Because sometimes the evil does lay within. Witness the ‘witchcraft’ murder of seventy-five-year-old Charles Walton at the Firs farm, on the slopes of Meon Hill in the village of Lower Quinton on the Saint Valentine’s Day, 1945. Throat opened up with a pruning hook and pinned to the ground by a pitchfork through the neck. The blood leaking into the soil. Walton almost certainly knew his killer.

And other times we just don’t know. What to make, for example, of the Delphi child murders at Deer Creek Township in rural Indiana? The case comes to trial this year, with the defense arguing that the killings were the work of Odinists committing a pagan blood sacrifice. The bodies having been staged in ritualistic poses. Or this coming summer’s other blockbuster trial, the so-called Idaho Four, a group of Instagram-savvy students butchered as they slept in their beds. Seems like the old ways never entirely leave us. Our spiritual imaginations, abiding paranoias, and criminal perversities just won’t let them go.

Maggie Dunlap (b. 1995, Washington, D.C.) is an American conceptual artist currently based in Brooklyn, New York. She received her BFA in Visual and Critical Studies from the School of Visual Art in New York City, and her MA in Critical Art Practice from the Royal College of Art in London.