The Elephant in the Room: “Stereotype” and other exhibitions by African American Artists in Seattle

         

The exhibition “Stereotype” curated by C. Davida Ingram at the LxWxH gallery offers a highly conceptual contribution to  the several fascinating exhibitions by African American artists currently on view in Seattle. At the Northwest African American Museum in addition to “Pitch Black: African American Baseball in Washington State,” there is also “Marita Dingus: At Home” a selection by the artist of some of the contents of her home, re-installed at the museum. Dingus creates aesthetic objects out of trash, objects which often again become useful.  At Photo Center NW “Seen: An Exploration of the Inside and the Out, the Then and the Now, By the (Still) Invisible Man,”  included photographs by 25 men (and boys) of African descent in Seattle. ( It closed in early March.) As part of the exhibition at Photo Center NW was a projection from the online video project “Question Bridge: Black Males” still visible on line ( link below).

Jacob Lawrence and Gwendolyn Knight Prize winner LaToya Ruby Frazier has an exhibition of her photographs with the title “LaToya Ruby Frazier: Born by a River,” on display at the Seattle Art Museum until June 22.

Marita Dingus’ extraordinary art reclaims materials and transforms them into both useful and aesthetic formats. Her exuberant style and amazing eye for the potential in any material is a profound act of reclamation.

In “Seen,” curated by Maikoiyo Alley-Barnes, with Michelle Dunn Marsh and Ann Pallesen of PCNW the photographs ranged from traditional format black and white images to informal polaroids and small snapshots, most of them from the personal lives of the photographers who ranged in age from very very young to old. At the opening, most of the photographers were there, and we could talk to them about their work and what it meant. It was a rare opportunity for dialogue across the “color line” in a non-confrontational atmosphere. “Question Bridge: Black Males”

is an ongoing video project that according to the website “explores critically challenging issues within the African American male community by instigating a trans-media conversation among black men across the geographic, economic, generational, educational and social strata of American society. “ Question Bridge” provides a safe setting for necessary, honest expression and healing dialogue on themes that divide, unite and puzzle black males today in the United States. “Question Bridge: Black Males” was created by Chris Johnson, Hank Willis Thomas, Bayeté Ross-Smith, and Kamal Sinclair.”

In contrast to the informality of the photographs in “Seen” and the talking heads videos of “Question Bridge,” as well as their multiple perspective and historical places, La Toya Ruby Frazier’s photographs are straight forward statements about a specific place, issue, and idea.

 

The first part of the exhibition is a series of black and white about her family:the second half are large aerial view color photographs (as her career has grown increasingly successful, she has been able to do large format aerial photography).  Photographing in Braddock, Pennsylvania, where the first  and last Carnegie Steel Mill operates, Frazier documents both the intimate acts of caring by people, here her grandmother, inside the houses of African Americans who could not afford to move away from the toxic environment near the steel mill,  and the view of the deterioration and gentrification of what is still a  community being destroyed in the early 21st century by neoliberal capitalism.  LaToya Ruby Frazier provides a direct statement about racism and the toxins of both industry and gentrification.You can read my longer review of her work here (scroll down).

As an aside here, I have to add that Sandra Jackson-Dumont who has curated all three of these Gwendolyn Knight and Jacob Lawrence awards, as well as wonderful education programming, has done a brilliant job. She is now going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City and will leave a big vacuum where she has been in our community.

“Stereotype,” in contrast to these exhibitions, is text based: it explores the concept of “stereotype,” by artist/poets who combine in your face statements, and metaphors that slip away from being clearly understood. Of course, a stereotype is something everyone thinks they understand: labelling, a shallow cliché. The bold type in the title is Davida’s own initial slipping us away from knowing. She refers to the original meaning as a “relief printing plate,” then moves on to “perhaps something as onerous as a stereotype can be overcoded, remade, and straight up appropriated. “  That pretty much sums up what is purposefully explored in this show.

 

At the opening, of “Stereotype,” the room was filled with smart artists and poets of all ages and colors. Although planned since October by Davida and Sharon Arnold, curator of the gallery, the exhibition was a perfect expansion of the “Seattle Women’s Convention.” Davida was among about three women of color who attended the “Women’s Convention” event in the winter (still going on Facebook and subsequent gatherings). It consisted of a large number of mostly white, mostly young women gathering in the Hedreen Gallery at Seattle University to discuss “feminism” a term they were mostly afraid of having as an identification.

They met in front of a huge painting of famous slave owner Andrew Jackson wearing a pink dog collar by Tariqa Waters (an African American artist who eventually was invited to join the discussion up front); here she is explaining her painting , where it hung for one night. A recent arrival in Seattle, she has a dynamic style all her own. Here is an interview with her.

I had not met Tariqa before, but C.Davida Ingram, Sandra Jackson-Dumont, Barbara Earl Thomas, these are women who constantly appear at the dominantly white art events in town, negotiating through them with finesse, grace and subtlety.

So it was about time to be at an event where the exhibition was all women of color, with a theme like “Stereotype.” Now, one can ask, why all black women?  White women get stereotyped too! But the fact of black women commenting on stereotyping had coherence and depth that would have been less emphatic in a mixed show.

So for me as a white person, what did I understand in the show? I felt that I was negotiating with another culture, I was navigating black culture with some markers that were easy to understand (stereotypes). White becomes the Other here, slipping off the preconceived ideas of our stereotypes and clichés .

What was Davida saying, what were the other artists saying?
First of all, text was the primary assignment to the artists, so there was a lot of reading. But the first element was a video, directly in front of the door, called, appropriately enough, “The Elephant in the Room.” It had two parts, in one part an elephant who attacked some people is shot, in the second part an elephant is released to be reunited with his mate after many years. The video was captioned, and at the moment of release, the zoo tender says “there’d be no more chains.”

That is the frame reproduced in the catalog, just in case we didn’t get the point here. Obviously the metaphor is about the “other,” racism, race.  But Davida slips us along and expands that obvious statement, by declaring the elephant is “many things, especially narrative itself ( ie who gets to tell the story and how.)”

Near the video is Barbara Earl Thomas’s art work and texts. Davida referred to her as the matriarch/goddess in her introduction. Indeed, that is one of the great contrasts with the
“Women’s Convention.” C. Davida Ingram honors and builds on the older generation. She knows them and loves them. Among the (white) women who discussed feminism in February, although a matriarch/guerrilla girl dramatically revealed herself, the young women seemed to still be adrift in an isolating fear of the idea of feminism.

After the grounding of Barbara Earl Thomas’s texts, easy to understand and follow about childhood incidents of race, I moved on to the work of francine j. harris. Two mirrors, one with white writing, the other with black writing, listed definitions for the many terms for different colors of skin among people of African descent. Francine j. harris is a poet. The work called “hon*ey” included about 18 different colors, like caramel, cocoa, chocolate, with “definitions” of those terms that appear to be random. Appropriately, we could barely read the texts, they flickered in and out of vision because they were written on mirrors. The reproduction in the catalog likewise is virtually camouflaged by reflections. One detail is visible: caramel” 1. A company of travelers journeying together as across a desert…. 4. Naut. Any of several types of small light sailing ships, esp one with two or three masts  . . . used by the Spanish and Portuguese in the 15^th and 16^th centuries. “  So here are references to the slave trade, in this definition of caramel, which is, of course a type of candy; that definition is never mentioned. So here I am challenged, in and out of understanding.

Another work by Davida written on sheets, “Conjures and the Mermaid” consists of 14 segments. On  each square of sheet are small phrases that sound like story fragments. Sometimes they are funny in a nonsense way, but then we get the thrust (literal and metaphorical) “I’m sorry my dragon ate your dog,” the mermaid said as she waited for the ship with cannibal rats.” “the mermaid looks at Octopus woman using her terrestrial eye” “The seahorse explains that she will leave something that unwomans her. The mermaid replies I Negress.” These tales of the sea are all awash in metaphor, fantasy, references to the slave trade, and many other meanings of which I know little.

Krista Franklin pairs a poem with a text/image that says “Ma Throw some chicken bones and feathers on a $100 bucks”, with white slashing strokes over it that makes it read like a piece of graffitti on a wall. Nearby is an excerpt from a poem called “The Two Thousand Thirteen Narratives of Naima Brown.” Both image and poem are letterpress prints on handmade paper: that medium declares them to be fine art. But the narrative is written in tiny hard-to-read letters, and once deciphered it is hard to understand.  The “Ma” text is easy to read, but what is it about?

On the end wall, a work by Natasha Marin “Meditation on Vulnerability,” hand made ceramic tiles, with handwritten text and human hair. This piece again is more than the sum of its parts. As the artist states, “As a black woman I am keenly aware that I have been denied the space of “Vulnerable” within the vast landscape of stereotypes associated with my particular demographic. This is the beginning of an exploration into text-based ritual practice.”  We can see it, we can read it, we can feel it, but we can’t know it.

Duriel E. Harris, a poet from Indiana, provided a stunning reading of some of her works. “Self portrait in Relief,”which she read, and a few others, are available online to think about. Harris’s work in the exhibition takes that familiar point of departure for racist steretypes, the nursery rhyme, and provides us with some powerful alternatives, as in “ten little nigga (knots).” While the nursery rhymes were pretty clear cut, in her poems and performance Harris fills every word with possibilities; her poems are pointed, but her words are scrupulously chosen to both provoke and mystify. Her poems are not narrative, nor do they rhyme; they rely on words that stand as violent survivors of a creative act that wrested them onto the page from their usual comfortable armchairs of sentences and predicatable meanings.

There were a lot of codes.  I  read, I listened, but this show ducks behind curtains, mirrors, and words that have multiple meanings. It is one of the most provocative exhibitions I have seen in Seattle in a long time. It is open only on Saturday afternoon noon to three until the end of March if you want to see it. 6007 12^th ave S, that’s in Georgetown on a second floor on a side street, but you can find it. It is worth it. See it on the same day you see “La Toya Ruby Frazier: Born by a River” at the Seattle Art Museum, or “Marita Dingus:At Home” at the African American Museum, so you can have several ways of thinking about the power of art to tell us more than we know.

“Our America” Abstraction and Identity

In 1988 I published an article in Art Journal with the title “Modernism, Formalism, and Politics: ‘The 1936 Cubism and Abstract Art’ Exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art.”  You can read it here. In my article I demonstrated the way in which Alfred Barr, in the midst of Hitler’s active destruction of modern art which he personally witnessed in the early 1930s, sought to save modern art by enshrining its history outside of history, as a history of abstract forms. Although in the  1920s  Barr embraced “Neue Sachlichkeit” ( new realism, with artists like Otto Dix), Dada, Surrealism and various other directions, in the 1930s Barr basically invented the idea that pure abstraction was the main goal of artists in the early twentieth century. He traced its emergence descending from post impressionism in two branches, one through Cubism, Suprematism, de Stjil, and Constructivism; the other through what he described as (abstract) expressionism, (abstract)dada, and (abstract)surrealism.

This “evolution” was first presented in a complex diagram, familiar to all of us, in which Alfred Barr acknowledged other reference points in red boxes ( Near Eastern Art, African Art, Machine Art) but his flow led inexorably to what he called in 1936 “geometrical” and “non geometrical” abstract artists.

Barr arbitrarily established the centrality of abstraction in this hugely influential exhibition and catalog. After World War II, formal analysis and abstraction as a superior (democratic!) force and expression of “freedom,” exploded with the influential support of Clement Greenberg, the CIA,  and the Communist witch hunts of the McCarthy era which led artists to avoid politics and even any imagery at all.

The 2010 exhibition “Inventing Abstraction 1910 – 1925” at the Museum of Modern Art re-enshrined abstraction as the ultimate event in early modernism and included a new interactive chart.  By not including any references outside of the artists interrelationships, it was actually even more insular than Barr’s.

Criticism of the exhibition pointed out that this was “white European abstraction” and that abstraction existed all over the world. That is a crucial opening for more discussion of what abstraction means, how many different types of art it encompasses, and, above all, how many different interpretations it offers. The term itself tends to stop us, much as the 2010 exhibition did, our brains turn off, and we see abstraction as a monolithic position in European/US culture.

Of course, early twentieth century modern art in Europe and the U.S. as a whole, with abstraction as one aspect of it, has been of great significance in Latin American modernism, among cultural elites. (See my review of the exhibition at the Museo del Barrio) Latin American modernism of the twentieth century has a distinct character, beginning in the 1920s with the work of the Uruguayan Joaquín Torres-Garcia

and the Brazilian Tarsila do Amaral, the central figure in a major movement with a manifesto, “Anthrópafago.”

Torres-Garcia’s work bring together Constructivism with a private vocabulary of symbols. Tarsila transformed a modern style learned in Paris, especially from Leger,  with imagery based in indigenous and Brazilian popular art references as well as surrealism. But neither Torres-Garcia nor Tarsila are purely abstract artists relying only on shape, color, etc. Their art is layered with context and multiple geographies, texts, references, and personal perspectives.

So now let us turn to the abstract  art in  “Our America.”  Each of the artists included has a different trajectory, perspective, context, country of origin, class, life experience. Together they underscore the complexity of what abstraction means. Some critics have suggested that artists of color are denying their identity by turning to abstraction; actually we see here that the artists are embracing who they are as they alter the parameters of abstract art.

Me/We by Jesse Amado on first glance appears to be a minimalist sculpture, geometric, stone, impersonal. But on closer examination, it is clearly an exact replica of wooden shipping palettes. The two halves of black granite and white marble sit adjacent close to the floor, but do not touch.  We tower over the sculpture, forced to look down. The work honors workers who lift these palettes not only in its form, but also in its title. “Me,We” is a two word poem that Muhammad Ali read at Harvard when he was given an honorary doctorate. (exhibition catalog. p. 95)  In just these two words, Ali, and now Amado, speak of our connection to society, our shared world. through these spare expressions.

Mandalas by Ruben Trejo is another transformation: in this case actual railroad spikes welded together to form two lines hanging down, and one standing upright that recalls,  except for its slight sway, Brancusi’s Endless Column. The sense of gravity shaping the work, and acting on it, is subtle and crucial. With his title, Trejo sanctifies the material of his father’s humble work hammering railroad spikes. These spikes not only have an energy of their own, they seem about to break loose.  This sculpture is not simply to be looked at, it is to be experienced viscerally: it gives us contradictory sensations and feelings, much as the artist himself must have had coming from humble beginnings (he was actually born in a  box car) to the making and teaching of sculpture in a small town in Eastern Washington State isolated from his Mexican roots.  (exhibition catalog p. 323)

Charles ‘Chaz” Bojórquez follows an entirely different trajectory.  He began as a graffiti artist in LA, but his large oil paintings, with repeated undecipherable writing, appear to be a private language, a work of esoteric conceptual art. Those two widely separated worlds come together in this work, Placa/Rollcall . The idea of graffiti marking territory for gangs here metamorphoses into a painting

using a personal calligraphy that the artist has developed based on his interest in old English letters and Asian calligraphy. Within the calligraphic shapes are names of people that he cares about, but only the initiated can read it. Again, for the mainstream viewer the work is abstract, for the urban street world of Bojorquez and his friends the work speaks of territory, friendship and pride. (exhibition catalog, p 111)

 

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Jesús Moroles granite wall of stone Granite Weaving has the presence of a Mayan or Aztec pyramid. We see both the material and a sense of history in the work as soon as we stand in front of it. Moroles was an assistant to Luis Jimenez, an experience that led him to large scale sculpture, but in the opposite material and aesthetic from Jimenez. While Jimenez works in fiberglass and directly evokes both his own presence and historical references in his Man on Fire, for example, Moroles works in the stone of the earth, the stone of permanence, of ancient art and architecture. He has a personal relationship to the stone, saying “The stone speaks to me and I speak back.” (exhibition catalog, p 259) which recalls Michelangelo’s relationship to marble. Yet, Moroles’s works evoke ancient forms, (another is a stele,) or ancient cultures, that achieved monumental permanence in Mesoamerica, Egypt, and Asia. He is not culturally specific, or historically limited. Moroles monumental modernism has within its abstract forms the possiblity of experiencing history as a continuum to the present moment.

Turning to other painters in the gallery, we have in addition to Freddy Rodriguez, discussed in the previous blog,  Carmen Herrera and Olga Albizu. In the case of painting, the risk of comparison to known white men is greater. Departure from the canonical techniques and forms means that the artist doesn’t “get it.” But if the art is absolutely contemporary with the current styles, and simply by a lesser known Latino/a artist, then it is “derivative.” These phrases seem to attach onto painting more quickly than to sculpture.

Carmen Herrera was a woman who moved comfortably between Havana, Paris and New York. She is older than the generation of Cubans who emigrated to the US following Castro’s revolution in 1959. She was part of an international community of artists from many countries who came together mainly in Paris and New York City, as a modernist avant garde in the middle twentieth century. Her formation coincided with post World War II French artists pursuing a hard edge abstraction that they called “réalités nouvelles” [new realities], so in that she is continuous with Torres-Garcia in his 1920s affiliation with hard edge Constructivism.

Blanco y Verde was painted in 1960 at the height of abstract modernism in New York City.  Herrera has a cool palette, and a hard edged form, but at the same time, her work is unlike other artists of that time, it sets us off balance, and suggests that we cannot quite dismiss everything that seems to have been taken out of the art. Herrera speaks of rejecting the spiritual, the mythological, the religious, and in this cool work, she presents the rational. But, actually, with its off kilter relationships it still invites the sense of uncertainty that is the opposite of the rational. It is also extremely elegant, echoing the artist’s personal style. One has to ask, is hard edged abstraction an elite practice, possible only with the most fortunate? Or is it a tenuous place, a balancing act that can lead into the abyss at a moment’s notice?

Herrera did not start selling work until she was 89 years old, but is currently regarded as a hot, contemporary artist. Just goes to show, if you live long enough, anything can happen! Her success also underscores the continuing love of abstract art in contemporary art.

And finally, but by no means all of the artists in this gallery of abstraction,  is Olga Albizu’s Radiante, 1967.  Albizu studied with Esteban Vicente at the University of Puerto Rico, an artist who later went to NYC, and was part of the early abstract expressionist movement. Albizu also came to NYC and studied with Hans Hofmann. Radiante is on the poster for the exhibition which brings us back to Curator Ramos’s intention to demonstrate that Latino artists participated in all the major styles of the late twentieth century: Albizu’s Radiante is an abstract painting with the colors of the Caribbean; it has highly saturated and particular yellows, oranges and blacks against a yellow field, applied with a thick palette knife.

Her work was featured in 1964 on the cover of a Stan Getz/ João Gilberto’s jazz album, one of the best selling bossa nova albums of all time, since it featured “The Girl from Ipanema.”(exhibition catalog p. 89) Albizu’s work is contemporary with the height of abstract expressionism, but she did not, as a young woman from Puerto Rico, hang out with those famous alcoholics at the Cedar Bar. There is a controlled and subtle sensuality to her work, that speaks of hidden layers of emotion, rather than letting everything appear on the surface to be consumed. In the case of Albizu, the connection to music, and particularly Bossa Nova, as well as her exposure to Hans Hofmann’s ideas of “push and pull,” allows for the work to exist without other reference points. The colors do indeed move like large full sounds, a connection that takes us all the back to Kandinsky.

So, clearly, Alfred Barr’s deterministic evolution toward abstraction continues to be influential to the present moment.  But, a more accurate representation of modern art would be an inclusive, complex story, with roots and branches for each artist according to their own experience. The fact that “Our America” has such a large gallery of abstract works does, however, reflect the importance this practice has been given in the history of art. It is, irrefutably, still perceived as the mainstream, and it is against a monolithic concept of abstraction that so many other artists have reacted.

Note: the catalog for the exhibition Our America: The Latino Presence in American Art by E. Carmen Ramos, with an introduction by Tomás Ybarra-Frausto (Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington D.C., 2013) cited at several points in this review, is invaluable. It can be purchased from the Smithsonian Museum of American Art.

“Our America: The Latino Presence in American Art:” A Radical Proposal`

The first juxtaposition in the lecture by E. Carmen Ramos that introduced “Our America,” an exhibition at the Smithsonian American Art Museum, told the story she wanted to tell: the 1986 painting by Frank Romero of the police shooting of Rubén Salazar in 1970 next to “Washington Crossing the Delaware.” Two significant historical events of equal value. Washington Crossing we are all familiar with. The shooting of Ruben Salazar, the pioneering journalist, originally from Mexico, who worked for the Los Angeles Times for many years as an investigative journalist, is much less well known. Placing these two historical events side by side declares that our perspectives are still exclusive and limited, when it comes to American art and its partner, American history.

E. Carmen Ramos, Curator of Latino Art at the Smithsonian American Art Museum, is building a new narrative for the history of American art. We are accustomed to the oft repeated lineage from colonial portraits to revolutionary history painting, to genre painting in the nineteenth century, still life, then in the twentieth century we have Alfred Stieglitz and modernism, the art of the New Deal, after World War II, Abstract Expressionism then Pop art, minimalism, feminism, conceptual art, postmodernism, and up to the present undefined history.

We know that in the 1960s and 1970s the Civil Rights movement and the Feminist movement sparked new narratives and new inclusions in that traditional trajectory. The Gay rights and AIDS added more dimensions. But today, we still don’t have an integrated history of American Art. We have mainly white men, with extras, a few woman, a few African Americans, a few gay artists.

Latinos sometimes get added in also, in the midst of the Civil Rights movement when the Chicano movement emerged full force.

But Ramos has another idea about the way to write an inclusive history of American art: Latino art is not an add on, it is embedded in all of the art that we have, all of the styles, directions, and politics.

By integrating Latino art into the mainstream, we get a different perspective. Ramos’s exhibition, “Our America” based on a selection of the permanent collection of the Smithsonian American Art Museum, emphasizes artists from Mexico, Puerto Rico, Cuba and the Dominican Republic.  Artists from Central America, with one exception, are not included. Nor are artists who have come from Latin America. They will have to wait for the next installment.

This exhibition is a first step in the process of inclusion of Latino/a artists in the mainstream. It is going to travel all over the United States and hopefully change our conversation. Its timing is perfect. Just as our culture is demonizing immigrants forced to come here by our trade policies which are wiping out their living at home, we are offered these sophisticated works of art by immigrants, and descendants of immigrants, that declare that Latino/as are immeasurably enriching our country . As they assimilate US culture, they are also changing it, in exciting directions.

These art works address specific moments in Latino/a, US history or current conditions. They are all from the last half century.

Ramos has divided the exhibition into categories that underscore her purpose: Reframing Past and Present, Migrating Through History, Everyday People, We Interrupt this Message, Signs of the Popular, Turning Point, Street Life, Defying Categories.

In Reframing Past and Present she has included the most specific art about immigration and violent acts of racism

Delilah Montoya’s Human Water Station, can you see the plastic water bottle in the distance, on the path of people crossing the desert north of the border?

The tree photographed by Ken Gonzalez-Day could have been used for lynching. It is just one work from his project Searching for California Hang Trees. a groundbreaking book and photographic project on the lynching of Latinos in California in the 19th and early 20th century. In the book he describes going to the trees he has located and trying to experience the moment of lynching. One of the trees is in the center of downtown Los Angeles.

Enrico Chagoya’s long codex is full of dense references to colonialism, slavery, immigration etc. Here is one small section with the complete title of the  work. Chagoya, as usual, weaves a complex tapestry of humor, politics, wicked insight, and technical virtuosity.

Another section of the exhibition is called “Migrating Through History” and it includes what is described as “dreamlike” imagery and a reflection of the conditions that cause migration. Maria Magdalena Campos-Pons Constellation uses  hair as a metaphor of the middle passage as well as the passage from Cuba to the US. It creates an evocative and frightening reference to migration and its threats.

Also included in this section are personal works of domestic environments recalled in retrospect such as Maria Brito Cuba’s El Patio de Mi Casa and Muriel Hasbun’s photograph of her great grandfather’s home altar.

 

“Everyday People” included some classics, like paintings by John Valadez below left and Jesse Trevino, below right, as well as Mel Casas.  So the question is why is Mel Casas excluded from mainstream discussions of Pop Art, why not include Jesse Trevino and John Valadez in Realism.

ADÁL’s footage on the  small tv inserted in a suitcase in the foreground projected romantic singing scenes from 1961 West Side Story film, alternating with the realities of Puerto Rican life in 1960s NYC: “documentary footage of Puerto Ricans in New York, readings of Nuyorican poetry by Pedro Pietri, and the music of Tito Puente and Brenda Feliciano.”

The compelling photographs by Sophie Rivera taken in NYC are based on random people whom she asked to photograph. The original huge photographs were put up in subways, giving a reality and an immediacy to Puerto Rican people as individuals. They directly connect to the long standing traditions of portrait photography all the way back to Nadar, even as the subjects assert themselves.

“We Interrupt This Message”  featured radical groups like ASCO, who pioneered street performance art and public interventions that subverted and upended media and art world stereotypes  about Latinos.

“Signs of the Popular” included Carmen Lomas Garza’s genre scenes and other artists depicting aspects of everyday life. This is, of course, a standard theme in American Art History, the connection of popular art and the mainstream in genre scenes. Garza  remembers  her own childhood in Kingsville, Texas.

An entire wall was filled with political posters all of them by famous artists. The graphic arts movement within this period of time was revolutionary in every sense of the word. Grouping so many powerful and famous works together did tend to diminish their individual importance, however. This is really the heart of the Chicano political graphics movement.

We can see at the top the stunning work of Ignacio Gomez, Zoot Suit, 2002 commemorating the central character in Luis Valdez’s eponymous and famous 1978 play,  Zoot Suit. As Ramos explains in the catalog:” During the early 1940s, young and stylish Mexican Americans or pachucos wore zoot suits as a rebellious stance against their elders and against a racist environment that often dismissed them as criminal gang members.”

Just to the right is the famous work by Ester Hernandez Sun Mad Raisins ( The Virgin of Guadalupe Defending the Rights of the Chicanos) that needs no explanation. It could have been done yesterday.

Malaquias Montoya,a crucial figure in printmaking and political action over the last fifty years is also included in this group of works. As Terezita Roma states “Montoya did not accept any division between the political and the artistic; instead his artwork forged a tight relationship in which each was intrinsic to the other.”(Malaquias Montoya, UCLA 2011 p. 8)

Another political section was Turning Point: Civil Rights Era, that included the famous altar by Amalia Mesa- Bains dedicated to Dolores del Rio. Amalia Mesa-Bains herself is another revolutionary, even today, speaking up about the need to be pro active and resistant to domination. She even organized Latino/a MacArthur Fellows!

 

“Street Life”included the powerful work of Luis Cruz Azaceta, an artist I first encountered and wrote about in a review for New Art Examiner in 1987  He is now an old master, but still raw and compelling.

 

But the real surprise of the exhibition came in the last room, a room full of elegant abstraction. Here was Curator Ramos’s most clear cut stand for mainstreaming Latino/a art. The artists in this gallery were working within the abstract traditions  so beloved of art historians and art critics, particularly on the East Coast. Why are they never mentioned outside of Latino publications? Because they are immediately perceived, as in the review of “Our America” by the Washington Post, as imitating well known artists. The abstract artists are all tossed off as “derivative,” a tired cliché. All of these artists and this topic are worth a separate discussion.

Freddy Rodriguez was, as he has said, inspired by early Stella, but  it is obvious that he has found his own way to include jazz like rhythms and rich colors, an entirely different spiritual heat that clearly speaks of the Caribbean.

He responded to the review:

“When white artists engage the history of art, critics speak of influence and dialogue. When Latino or African American artists do so, it’s derivative. This is both an antiquated way of thinking and simply historically inaccurate. Asco’s No Movies predate Cindy Sherman’s film stills. Raphael Montañez-Ortiz’s recycled films remain the most avant garde works in the history of that approach to appropriated film. Carmen Herrera was in Paris at the same time when Ellsworth Kelly was there. They were both influenced by the City of Light’s abstract art scene. ”

Furthermore his work also has many aspects such as his intense series from 2000 titled “En Esta Casa Trujillo Es El Jefe/ In this House Trujillo is Chief!” which combines sumptuous surfaces, intense content and writing.

But the reality of this exhibition is that all of these artists do fit exactly into what is going on in mainstream US art history even as they distinctly make their own contribution.

Every category corresponds.  I quickly perused a half dozen new histories of American Art to see if that was true (admittedly there may be a 21st century survey I have not yet seen). But the reality is that African Americans are still barely mentioned, and Latino/as are not mentioned anywhere in general histories.

The title of “Our America” is taken from an essay by the famous Cuban intellectual José Martí who spent a good deal of time thinking about the solutions to imperialism and the independence of Cuba.  America, in his writing, is a term that refers to the entire hemisphere, not just to the US, a fact people in this country frequently forget it.

José Martí wanted a revolution for Cuba to come from people who understood the inner nature of Cuba, who were not conditioned by European perspectives. He believed in the US model of cultural blending. Using this title for the exhibition points to the thesis that the artists in the exhibition are both distinctly themselves as well as part of a larger culture to which they contribute.

I conclude with this ever stunning fiberglass Man on Fire by Luis Jimeniz, his homage to Orozco’s painting Man of Fire of Cuauhtémoc, the valiant Aztec ruler tortured by fire during the Spanish conquest

Jimenez combines contemporary aesthetics and material, meaning that resonates to everyone, and the artist’s sense of history and resistance.

 

 

 

 

ANTONI TÀPIES 1923 – 2012

In honor of the New Year 2014 I give you Antoni Tàpies, one of the outstanding twentieth century artists who engaged both profound concerns about the state of the world, and corresponding boldness in exploring aesthetics and material as a way to connect to those concerns. In Part I, I  analyze an exhibition in Venice.

In Part II, as a New Year’s present to my readers, I have included the section of my book Art and Politics Now in which I write about Tàpies. That makes this post a bit long.

PART I “Lo Sguardo dell’Artista,” Museo Fortuny, Venice Fall 2013

“Franco wanted to show Spain he was tolerant, so he allowed modern art- I had to walk a fine line to not allow myself to be used.”

Thus speaks Antoni Tàpies in “Lo Sguardo dell’ Artista  (The eye of the artist) at the Museo Fortuny in Venice. More than an exhibition, “Lo Sguardo” is an act of love from his friends to honor him in the year after his death. It  includes two films,  many major art works by the artist, selections from his wide ranging personal art collection, never before exhibited, works by his friends, and even personal pieces of furniture.

Each floor of the large palazzo had a different mood. On the ground floor was a large simple space with big work, as well as a large sculpture by Anthony Caro, in an adjoining room.

The first landing had a rough wooden floor that changed the atmosphere from gallery to unpredictable exploration.

We were confronted with an intense African sculpture from his collection juxtaposed to a painting and a single sculpture. They spoke to each other across the room.

 

The next floor is the official Museo Fortuny that displays the fashion designs of Mariano Fortuny. He created stage designs and fashion in collaboration with his wife. Included in the collection are Chinese paintings and robes, stage sets, wooden dummies, and memorabilia. Inserted into this array, without labels, are such works as a painting by Picasso, Gudea in marble, Tàpies Book 1 Libre 1987.  In a small case on successive shelves, arranged by the curators, include a coat hanger, copper pot, bronze cross, painting on concrete,  screwdriver,  spatula (for plaster), scrolls, shell, leather, cat/tiger emerging from granite, stone tied with leather. The mixture of dissimilar objects created a rough conversation, disrupting our equilibrium as viewers and opening off beat aesthetic connections.

A heartfelt statement by Antone Ueng is nearby:

“I urge viewers who struggle to understand Tàpies art not to look for explanations. If they look carefully and that is all if they are open and allow themselves to be possessed by what refuses to be classified, the the painting will find its way through, by stealth. And one day unexpectedly the core of our soul will be swept away like the walls of Jericho and a pleasure produced by the gaining of recognition will be obtained. “

In a dark side room a dazzling red painting by Gutai artist Kahuo Shigako jumps off the wall, the paint so thick that it looks like smeared blood . Tàpies hung the Shigako painting at the entrance of his home, telling visitors exactly what to expect from him.

In another small room is Tàpies llit 2009, and  a Chinese Buddha sculpture (Suei Dynasty, 6th century) that he had in his bedroom, an intimate Miro and Max Ernst’s  Fort Bleu. The music playing is by Giacinto Scelsi – “Xnoybis” – performed by Vincent Royer on two strings. James Turrell’s glowing light installation, Red Shift has another room to itself. These are meditative experiences. The Bed makes an intriguing comparison to the famous Rauschenberg bed. Here we feel a restless sleep, a hidden anguish, a bed that invokes private moments for a man who felt the oppressions of the world so deeply.

The  main rooms of this floor create a textured intersection of Fortuny and Tàpies, fashion and desire,  juxtaposed to the deep material metaphors of Tàpies that speak of oppression. But in this display the textures, intimacy, and cross references foreground spirituality, an important dimension of Tàpies personal collections and private life.

On the second floor a large open room with walls bearing plaster pentimenti creates an open, but slightly desolate, sensation,  with the widely spaced Despertar Sobtat 2006 and Gran Tors 1996 near to Gunther Uecker Trees and Nails a Tribute to Tapies, 2008 – 2013 (center) and a Jain seated sculpture (foreground). A film on this floor speaks of Catalans identifying with Tàpies in their religious and political resistance to Franco.

The entire top floor is devoted to an installation “Wabi Inspirations” conceived by architects Axel Vervoodt and Tasuro Mik, explained as follows

“ Towards the end of his life Tàpies developed a heightened interest in Eastern culture, a concern which increasingly became a fundamental philosophical influence on his work because of its emphasis on what is material, the identity between man and nature and a rejection of the dualism of our society.  In this ‘labyrinth of silence’ labyrinth of sacred proportions inspired by Eastern and Western culture are several “tokonomas” four outside and four inside. Toko means platform “ ma” framed emptiness, made from humble materials as Venetian bricolet, cardboard, painted with earth from the lagoon. I tried to create a dialogue between  the most silent and serene works by Tapies related to the great masters of calligraphy and anonymous objects made by nature.”

A small work by Kandinsky points to the interior labyrinth: as we walked through the semi dark we encountered a score by John Cage, then in the deepest interior there was a Toraja Funerary door Indonesia and Grans Vertical.

It was a temple.

 

As a way of coming back to reality, near the exit was access to Sudharu Horio’s 21 meter pole resting on a water mattres that rose from bottom to top of the building in an inner courtyard. I stood on the water mattress without my shoes and felt the instability of the base as well as the cold of the water.

PART II Excerpt from Art and Politics Now, Cultural Activism in a Time of Crisis (available from this website). I am talking about his work here from a political perspective.  The “Sguardo”  was dominantly aesthetic.

In Art and Politics Now, Tàpies is the first artist in Chapter 3 “Resisting Police States:” my discussion focuses on the connection of his work to political protest as well as to the continuum of political art:

“By way of acknowledging that all atrocities committed during warfare are one and the same, regardless of which war or which century, this chapter begins with the abstract work of the Catalan old master, Antoni Tàpies. His chilling metaphors of abuse and suffering first emerged in the years after Franco, allied with the Nazis and other forces of fascism, emerged victorious in the Spanish Civil War, and brutally ruled Spain.

 

“Antoni Tàpies provides a direct connection between the mid-twentieth century and the present. In spite of Tàpies’s position as an established “old master” of twentieth-century art, he disrupts the so-called “heroic” critical interpretation of abstract expressionism with disturbing references to pain and oppression. In a Tàpies’ exhibition, no matter how august the setting, the blunt physicality of the materials and the rough gouged surfaces are a call to arms—a spirit working in opposition to the status quo. A huge pounding of physical form deeply penetrates our consciousness. A ceramic foot, head, torso, arm, or body fragment emerges from chunks of earth, confronting us with its tortured history.

 

Tàpies’s Catalonian roots help explain his ferocious resistance to oppression.  As a teenager during the 1930s, Tàpies worked for the democratic government of Catalonia to which his father was a legal advisor. The Spanish Civil War which broke out in 1936 abruptly ended Catalonian independence. The fall of the Socialist central government of Spain, to Franco in 1939, and the crushing of the autonomy of Catalonia deeply affected him. Franco killed hundreds of thousands of resistance fighters in the early 1940s; he sent many others into internment camps or forced labor. The police repressed Communists and trade unionists; Catholicism was the only sanctioned religion. Castilian Spanish was the only legal language. The government censored writers, artists, and other intellectuals and threatened them with imprisonment. While the atmosphere has radically changed in Spain since those years, Tàpies continues to address political oppression and human rights abuses, such as torture, in his art. His original experience is now transposed into a statement about our contemporary world.

In addition to political oppression, Tàpies, like many artists in the 1940s, was deeply affected by the exploding of the Atomic Bomb in Nagasaki and Hiroshima—leading to the final stage of massive death and destruction at the end of World War II. As one writer has suggested: “Tàpies shared a general sensibility which affected artists on both sides of the Atlantic . . . an interest in matter—earth, dust, atoms,  and particles—which took the shape of the use of materials foreign to academic artistic expression and experiments with new techniques. . . .”

Llit Marro/Brown Bed (1960), resembles a flayed skin or bandages; a bulge and hollow near the bottom is dug out, as though someone is lost in this darkness, trying to escape with barely a foothold or handhold. In Gris, taronja, rosa/Grey, Orange, Pink (1967), Tàpies marks blunt lines into a thick scarred drab grey surface; the canvas appears to be under attack, and the orange is a swipe more than a stroke, as though created desperately. Sand bulges off the caked surface in awkward shapes; nothing is comfortable. In Forma negra sobre quadrat gris/Black Form on Grey Square (1960), a head seems trapped in the greyness or buried under it. Matèria Rosada,/Rose Matter (1991), suggests the decay of a body.

His assemblages provoke us as metaphors as well as facts. In Pantalons sobre bastido/Trousers on stretcher (1971) a pair of rough workman’s pants caked with grey paint hangs upside down on a canvas stretcher; the stretcher becomes a type of scaffolding. The upside-down pants recall Goya’s etching of a man being castrated upside down in the Disasters of War, and the crotch of the pants is indeed cut open here as though castration has already happened.

Tàpies’s ceramic work is equally forceful. He savagely pierced the larger-than-human scale sculpture of a foot, Pie/Foot (1991), with metal tools, creating an image of torture that corresponds all too immediately with the willful violations of the human body in prison camps of so-called “enemy combatants.” The truncated foot can also be read as a reference to a talisman, or even to a Christian relic—from an unknown and ordinary worker. His work emphasizes humble forms, objects, body parts, and materials. In the ceramics he makes or re-uses a bathtub, a door, a bed, a wall, a head, a skull, a torso, an arm, a coffin, a sock. A cross (which can also be read as a plus sign or the “t” of the artist’s name), numbers, or floating symbols are embedded, cut out, incised, or even hacked into these rough surfaces.

Tàpies once said, “What we call reality is not reality. When for example, I draw a head, I quickly feel the need to destroy, rub it out, because I have only managed to grasp its external appearance, when what really concerns me is what is hidden behind that visible form.”

At the same time, he is transforming basic matter into something more charged, more energized. As one author explains, “In Tàpies’s work magic and mimesis have a common origin which refers directly to its ‘Catalan spirit’: the tradition of medieval alchemy and mysticism.”   But what appears as energy in his art is not an heroic gesture. It is rather, a heavy stroke, a trudging movement, a difficult act, an act that is rubbed out and destroyed and re-enacted. Likewise, alchemy is not a private conversation, a form of masturbation or secret domination through magic. This alchemy of humble materials—like a corrugated tin shop door, workman’s pants, straw, or dirt, is about ordinary human suffering, survival and transformation. Tàpies’s walls (always more than a literal or metaphorical surface) are walls of suppression that can be survived, can be marked, but cannot be avoided. He seeks “matter in a state of constant movement and change, a state that stands in opposition to the fragmentation and compartmentalization of the contemporary western world. . . . What is important is not these forms, but rather the existence of a being or object undergoing formation or deformation.”  Tàpies transforms raw matter into a metaphor for destruction and survival; he connects, in his use of humble materials, not to the Abstract Expressionists, but to the Italian movement of Arte Povera as well as to the Beat artists of San Francisco, such as Jay De Feo and Wally Hedrick. His work reminds us of past atrocities, even as it speaks directly to our contemporary crisis of crimes against humanity.

East of the Caspian Sea Central Asia in Venice

Have you heard of Abay Qunanbayuli? He is a nineteenth century poet from Kazakhstan who wrote at the cusp of the modern era, and is regarded as the intellectual foundation for the country.   Winter is one of his most famous poems as well as the theme of the Central Asian Pavilion at the Venice Biennale.   His poem is full of frozen, cold references about the difficulty of survival in the midst of bitter cold.  That metaphor is central to the pavilion. Tiago Bom (Portugal) and Ayatgali Tuleubek (Kazakhstan), two young curators based in Oslo, Norway, explore the theme of “stagnation.”

 

 

Winter

Broad-shouldered, white-coated, powdered with snow,
Blind and dumb, with a great big silvery beard,
Granddad Winter plods on with a frown on his brow,
By everything living hated and feared.

 

The grumpy old fellow does plenty of harm.
His breath stirs up blizzards, brings snow and cold.
With a cloud for a hat on his shaggy head,
He marches along, all the world in his hold.

His beetling eyebrows are knit in a frown.

 

When he tosses his head—dismal snow starts to fall.
Like a crazy old camel he acts in his rage,
Rocking and shaking our yurt’s thin wall.

If the children run out to play in the yard
He pinches their noses and checks with cruel hands.

 

No sheepskin can keep out the freezing cold;
With his back lo the wind, the shepherd stands.

The horses in vain try to shatter the ice—
The hungry herd scarcely shuffle their feet.

 

Greedy wolves—winter’s henchmen—bare their fangs;
Watch, or disaster your flocks may meet!

Drive them off to safe pastures—don’t wait until day.

 

You won’t die if you sleep less—come, quicken your step.
Kondibai and Kondai aren’t as wicked as wolves—
Don’t let old man Winter feast in our steppes.
Abay Qunanbayuli, 1888
Translated by Dorian Rottenberg

 

For those of you who are weak on the geography in this part of the world, Central Asia is East of the Caspian Sea, and includes several former Soviet countries: Kazakhstan ( the largest), Uzbekistan, Tajikstan and Kyrgyzstan. (also Turkmenistan not included in the exhibition).

I have to add here a phenomenal article just published in Z magazine and available online from Allen Ruff’s blogspot that gives us the US history with these nations since their “independence” from Russia. We have been pouring untold amounts of money into these countries, all of them with horrific human rights histories.. The enormous economic bonanza of the “war on terror” in Afghanistan going to leaders  in the”stans” who are siphoning billions off for their personal benefit, as they practice all the abuses we are supposedly resisting and fighting against,  certainly must form the “frozen winter”  of this discussion of a courageous effort on the part of creative young people from Central Asia who are exploring ways of moving beyond repression. Their power is small, compared to these large economic forces, but they represent a pinpoint of hope and light. Unfreezing minds that live in fear is the first step to freedom.

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The intellectual theme of the pavilion is not apparent in a walk through where we first saw an altered yurt (traditional nomadic home) Zhol (The Way, 2013) by Kamilla Kurmanbekova and Erlan Tuyakov,  a wooden structure that was a comment on the government’s appropriation of it for the idea of nationalism. Rather than the sturdy structures of traditional yurts, there was an unstable quality in this slender construction, certainly a metaphor for the state of nomads as well as the perceptions of outsiders.

 

There were large white letters by Vyacheslav Akhunov that looked like minimalist sculptures but turned out to be Cyrillic characters referring to a public monument that was censored in the 1970s;

 

Letters from Tajikistan (2013) Anton Rodin and Sergey Chutkov presenting “patterns of dissent and affinity;” In this letter the changing and insidious role of television since independence is described.

Ikuru Kuwajima’s  color photographs of a desolate urban environment which were taken in Northern Kazakhstan where the government has built a new capitol in a frigid environment,

 Zukhra by Saodat Ismailova which draws on mythology and childhood

memories

 

Aza Shade’s The Disappearing City. Shade explores, with an edge of the absurd, the distance of young people from traditional culture: the mother of a young woman insists that she pose with traditional clothes playing a traditional instrument for tourists, but then the daughter changes into contemporary clothes and walks off.

 

 

But the pavilion was a layered event, with forums, films, and an online catalog coming in June. Its intellectual depth emerged only slowly, a bit like the process of unfreezing. Once I read the poem several times, as well as the other materials, it was clear that the organizers were deeply committed to thinking about the position of culture within a hostile (frozen) environment, the situation both literally and metaphorically in Kazakhstan in particular.

 

That country has had the same Soviet era Communist leader since independence. There were photographs online of intense conversations held in the pavilion courtyard during the opening and in the first week of October.   To better grasp the extent of the pavilion, which reaches to Oslo, as well as to Almaty, Kazakhstan, go on line and view lectures such as that by the extraordinary Kazakh filmmaker, Almagul Menlibayeva.

 

 

 

I had the good fortune of seeing two of her films at the Asian Art Museum in Seattle last year, thanks to our wonderful curator Pamela McClusky. Menlibayeva grew up in the last years of the Soviet Union and was educated as it crumbled. Before capitalism invaded the country, she spent five years in a young artists collective.  She dramatically conveys a desolate and surreal atmosphere of mythic history, empty modernism, and nomadic transformations in her films which convey “her own nomadic heritage with spiritual residues of traditional belief systems” as McClusky puts it.

 

The Central Asian Pavilion was much more than the sum of its parts. I am looking forward to the publication of its catalog in the spring which will give us more texts. The organizers of “Winter” sought to invite conversations about culture in Central Aisa,to stimulate new directions within the parameters of the difficult political and environmental conditions of the countries of Central Asia.

West of the Caspian Sea “Love Me Love Me Not” Azerbaijan in Venice

 

 

On the West side of the Caspian Sea, in Azerbaijan, Baku is the showpiece of contemporary life in the country.  “Love Me, Love Me Not, Contemporary Art from Azerbaijan and its Neighbors”  was commissioned by Yarat, a contemporary art space in Baku that sponsors extensive exhibitions and programming. Yarat is led by the youthful and talented Aida Mahmudova.

 

Baku has been a prosperous oil city since the early 19^th century and that oil was a prize much sought after by both Stalin and Hitler during World War Il, and by superpowers ever since. A massive pipeline was completed in 2005 carrying oil from Baku through Georgia to the Turkish port of Ceyhan. The pipeline was of course loaded with international power politics. It couldn’t go through Iran because the US said no, it couldn’t go through Armenia because of long standing tensions, so it had to go UPHILL through Georgia. Revenues from the pipeline have been enormous as has the impact on local ecologies and communities as presented in Ursula Biemann’s video Black Sea Files.

 

The area around Baku is literally soaked in oil and has been for many decades. Some of the local people see the oil as healing or sacred ( in the spirit of Zoroastrianism water and fire are sources of ritual purity). The reality is that the area is full of toxic wastes.

 

 

Some of the huge oil revenues have found their way into support for contemporary culture. The seventeen artists in “Love Me, Love Me Not,” primarily come from Iran and Azerbaijan, but also from Georgia (Iliko Zautashvili) and Turkey (Kutluğ Ataman). Iran has more Azeris than Azerbaijan, but Azerbaijan and Iran are also long time rivals, so their coming together in Venice is significant.

 

Dina Nasser-Khadavi, a curator originally from Iran, declares that this region is not part of the so-called “Middle East.”  It is also not simply Trans Caucasian. Azerbaijan and its neighbors have a common history as part of the Ottoman, Persian and Russian empires.

 

Nasser-Khadavi declares “this show does not take a political stand, nor is it aimed at making a statement.” Obviously this is one of those disclaimers that assumes that politics can be removed from the art and the exhibition just by saying so. But the statement itself also reflects the close connections between the government and support of contemporary culture.  Obviously,criticism of the government is not going to happen in this exhibition.

 

The exhibition is intended to enable  Euro centric viewers to correct their ignorance about this region,  an ignorance based on,among other factors, media-generated stereotypes. Media simplifications are referred to in Nasser-Khadavi’s essay with the example of Ben Affleck’s film Argo.about the 1979 Iran hostage crisis. Media information is a deliberate political campaign, so countering it with complexity, as this exhibition strives to do, is clearly a political act. Under the guise of aesthetics, the works shown here subvert clichés.

 

The title of the pavilion, aside from reference to the familiar children’s game, was adapted from a work by the group Slavs and Tartars, Love Me, Love Me Not/ Changed Names, 2010, which refers to the changing names of cities in the region. As they articulately state, “[it] celebrates the mulitilingual, carnivalesque complexity readily eclipsed today by nationalist struggles for simplicity and permanence.”

 

Indeed the complexity of language in this region is mind boggling.

As this region changed imperial affiliations over the course of a century, the written script changed  as well, from Arabic, to Latinized Turkish, to Cyrillic and now Latin. Various former Soviet republics have followed different paths following independence from the Soviet Union. In Azerbaijan, speaking Russian is still considered a mark of the elite but written Azeri is Latinized Turkic, with its vocabulary, grammar and structure based in ancient Turkic , a different language branch than the modern Turkish of Turkey.

 

 

Lost in Translation… This Too Shall Pass, is a projection piece by Rashad Alakbarov in which words written in all of these scripts  dangle from the ceiling in mobiles that turn in response to the air and

appear and disappear according their relationship to the light source.

 

 

 

Mahmoud Bakhshi’s Mother of Nation, directly refers to oil and its mixed role as source of wealth and source of destruction, in a sculpture that resembles a ziggurat built of gold blocks. At the top is a baby pacifier. This sardonic reference by an Iranian living outside of Iran, certainly has several layers of meaning.

 

The Tree of Wishes by Rashad Babyev refers to consumerism as much as ritual by its use of designer silk scarves instead of the rags of traditional wishing trees.

 

Ali Hasanov’s Masters, is a pile of traditional brooms made of bundled twigs, traditionally used for cleaning, now discarded, become a reference to the role of simple functions performed by ordinary people that are being ignored.

 

 

 

 

On a similar theme, the well known Kutluğ Ataman provided a section of his large scale multimedia installation, Mesopotamian Dramaturgies. Here it features a column of forty two television sets with close ups of dozens of villagers from Eastern Anatolia, all silently standing against a wall of old stone or concrete. The wall is the only signifier of where these people are living, but their silent gaze looks back at us, forcing us to see them as individuals. They are the people on the ground, affected by larger geopolitical forces ( also addressed in Ursula Biemann’s work)

 

Farid Rasulov’s creates traditional stained glass designs embedded in chunks of concrete to address the juxtaposition of the traditional and the contemporary.( see also image at top of post). It is a direct reference to the city of Baku, which juxtaposes brutal modern and post modern skyscrapers with preservation of historic sections. The historic buildings in Baku become a type of fantasy of the past, accessible for tourism like a Disneyland, in the midst of the skyscrapers.

 

 

 

 

Orkhan Huseynov collects interviews from his peer group about  “Bruce Lye”‘s films. The films imported to Azerbaijan were actually imitations, by an impersonator, Bruce Lee, who was imitating Bruce Li. The entire sequence plays with the idea of authenticity, fantasy, and shared cultural experiences. We sit in period furniture as we look at the videos of these young men recalling what the films meant to them, now knowing it was all an imitation.

 

Fashad Moshiri creates carpets with reproductions of the covers of contemporary fashion, film, and gossip magazines, also a reflection of the cultural moment. In his case, he is crossing between the lowest common denominator of magazines, and the high art of silk carpet weaving. Here he creates a “kiosk” of hundreds of carpet/magazines, also playing with idea of consumerism, media stereotypes, and tradition.

 

 

 

“King of Black” by Shoja Azari brings together poetry, film and miniature painting. The story follows from one section of

“Haft Paykar” (Seven Beauties) a twelfth century poem by the Azerbaijani Poet Nizami.  the mythic story follows the King of Black as he searches for the reason a city is in constant mourning. It extols the virtue of patience. The animation is lush: the star walks through the elaborate landscapes of miniature painting.

 

Azari is Iranian, but as her name indicates she is ethnically Azari. The metaphor she has chosen may be a subtle reference to the Northern Iran area separated from its Azari roots.

 

All the artwork addresses various traditional cultural practices, overlaid with pointed references to the contemporary world. The question of the role of “craft” traditions in contemporary Azerbaijan permeated many of the works.

 

The celebration and reinvention of traditional  craft is central to works like Recycled by Aida Mahmudova, which reuses ornamental window grates, or Afruz Amighi’s woven plastic and plexiglass with motifs from traditional Venetian glass and Islamic brass (on the left of the image above). Faig Ahmed takes off from carpet weaving to create an abstract design in thread.

 

 

Similar concerns appear in the official Azerbaijan pavilion

“Ornamentation,” which includes two of the same artists, Rashad Alakbarov and Farid Rasulov whose imitation carpet pattern work opens the installation(above)

 

The pavilion is sponsored by the Hedar Aliyev Foundation in Azerbaijan, the Foundation of the wife of the President.  It simply celebrates the fact that the “history of the country is encrypted in its carpets, stone sculpture and embroidery.”  The statement mentions the interweaving of “Zoroastrianism, Christianity, and ancient art traditions.” (and Islamic?) and suggests that these motifs are the real alphabet of Azerbaijan as contemporary artists draw on them to create contemporary conceptual art.

 

“Ornamentation” emphasizes the rich craft traditions of Azerbaijan and nearby areas, traditions that have passed through many changes and date back many centuries ( way before all of those empires). Crafts were banned during the Soviet era as bourgeois. Now they are co- opted for nationalism and tourism. But those deeply held traditions are also a rich source for this provocative group of contemporary artists.

 

It is a straightforward idea that is easy to understand in the rush of Venice Biennial pavilions. But the visual and intellectual impact of the pavilion, compared to “Love Me Love Me Not”, is more haphazard.

 

 

Alakbarov’s wonderful sculpture stands out: it becomes a readable pattern on the wall when a light is shined through it at just the right angle. It is an immediately understandable work, giving us the insight of the fugitive nature of material reality.

 

The Yarat pavilion goes further, not only geographically, but also conceptually, arguing for layers of meaning that include hybridity, nostalgia, memory, and the role of culture in general. As regards the geographical concept, I have not discussed the Russian and Georgian artists here, who touch on these themes as well.

 

But one of the wonderful aspects of the Venice Biennale is that a region that is so distant geographically from Europe and the US is brought up close for us to think about and reflect on. It is fortunate that the government of Baku and its urban elites have the wealth, intellect, and inclination to support contemporary culture.

From that patronage, we cannot expect to see art about the dark underbelly of Azerbaijan, but these exhibitions present some intriguing artists, as well as information about a major center of contemporary art in Baku.

HONORING ANTHONY CARO 1924-2013

I saw Anthony Caro’s exhibition at the Museo Correr on the Piazza San Marco in Venice on September 29 and he died on October 24 in London, so this exhibition is one of the last for which he supervised the installation (which he did with great precision.See the video of Caro installing his work at the Tate Gallery in London and talking about it.)

Caro, for me, is a reminder of my roots, my early career, as a believer in the idea that abstraction is an end in itself; that it is full of utopian meaning.

Caro was creating expressionist clay works under the influence of Henry Moore, although reacting against his smooth surfaces, when he came in contact with David Smith and Clement Greenberg in the early 1960s and entirely changed his vocabulary to abstract metal planes painted in bright colors, like Early One Morning from 1962.

Clement Greenberg’s ideas dominated my graduate studies in contemporary art in the early 1970s. I completely believed in Caro’s spare metal planes and space filling pieces as meaningful cerebral aesthetic statements .

 

Having giving little new thought to Caro during my many years of teaching, I was shocked when, in 1999, I saw his Last Judgment in Venice. It changed my perspective on Caro entirely. It was the antithesis of everything I thought I knew about him. Content heavy, mixed materials, full of the horrors of war. The material is a combination of stoneware, steel, cement, ceramic bronze, brass. It was spiritual, rather than religious, iconographically still abstract.

 

Now this spare exhibition in Venice. Nothing distracts from immersion in space and material. There is no explanation of metaphor, context, or significance. I am back to the early ideas of form in and of itself, and, surprisingly, because he is a consummate sculptor, he rivets me.

I know from his Last Judgement that Caro has many layers.
When you look for metaphors or meaning on his website, you will not find them: all the work is organized by materials and size. So I will simply give you some images and brief ideas here. There is a strong classical, expressionist, spiritual dimension in these abstract works.

It seems his own choice is to primarily give people an experience that is outside of time and place as in the Venetian exhibition. It is a utopian experience, we become absorbed entirely in the work, the use of industrial materials that create different textures, weights, directions, often overcoming gravity to float in the air. These issues become the only thing in the world. It is odd to go back to thinking this way and feel at the same time a strange sense of euphoria, as I realize that each sculpture is many sculptures, according to where you stand, that each sculpture is actually shaping our experiences, freeing us to think outside the here and now, into some sort of perfect world, where people don’t kill each other. Here is River Song above and below at two different angles.

At the Museo Correr, Caro sculpts space with his work. His work does not simply exist in space, it defines space. The early drawings show us his roots in Cubism, and specifically Picasso, pulled apart. He sees figures in space as strong straight lines.

The exhibition touches on every decade of the artist’s career. Hopscotch 1962 of corrugated aluminum, jumps up in steps like a pick up sticks game, rising against gravity. Red Splash, 1966 is one deep red color, 4 tubes and a mesh, also during this 1960s period when he was definitively moving away from Henry Moore’s bronze solids and toward open floating planes, under the inspiration of David Smith.

Garland 1970 is green curved steel creating a landscape.

Child’s Tower Room of 1983 – 84 has a different quality, perhaps because it is made of wood, actually a special wood, Japanese oak. It has more solids, a spiral inside to a platform, but no one can actually go up, there is a discontinuous stair. It points to the future in a return to more solid forms.

Dejeuner sur L’Herbe 1989 is rusted steel reaching out from a horizontal plane, the appearance of casting, but found shapes, and subtle patina: no color. Caro can build up density without clutter, he multiplies forms to a point where we can’t take it in in one look.

In the Triumph of Caesar, 1987, waxed steel, the two sides go vertically up from the plane, creating an angle like a pediment

Suddenly at the center of the exhibition are subtle paper sculpture made in Obama Japan in 1981 with Washi tissue.

Duccio Variations 1990 2000 an obvious choice for Venice with its examination of Duccio’s space (this is one in a series)

And in the last room, Venetian, 2011-12, with red plexiglass.  It glows with the red of Venice and changes radically according to the light, as does the city itself. As my friend Pamela Allara said, she felt her eyes had been cleansed by the end of the show. I felt my brain had been cleansed as well and only my eyes remained.

The Last Judgement is exactly the opposite, it is heavy, weighted with the cares of humanity, its sins and suffering. The installation has 25 separate “episodes” beginning with Dante’s boatman, Charon. It continues on the left with Without Mercy, Greed and Envy, Shades of Night, Prisoners, Hell is a City, Flesh, Civil War, Jacob’s Ladder. On the left side are Confessional, Unknown Soldier, Torture Box, Teiresias, Tribunal, Judas, Elysian Fields, Poison Chamber, Salome Dances, and The Furies In the middle is the Bell tower entrance, Door of Death, still life with skulls and sacrifice all culminating in the four last trump[et]s leading up to the final Gate of Heaven. The topics mix literary, classical, biblical, legal, and religious ideas.

The 1999 brochure accompanying the display links it to the artist’s disgust and horror with the “so called ‘ethnic’ cleansing in Bosnia, Rwanda and most recently with the worsening conflict in Kosovo. As a Jew he has been asked more than once to make a sculpture commemorating the Holocaust but has felt unable to undertake it as the subject is too terrible, too enormous to do justice to. However in 1992, working with the ceramicist Hans Spinner in the South of France, Caro made some ceramic pieces which resembled heads. When they were shipped back to his London studio they became the basis for his Trojan War sculptures, which were shown in the form a battlefield . . In a sense the sculpture is nothing less than Caro’s own Guernica . . . .It is fitting that with a century that began with the Gates of Hell of Auguste Rodin should now close with the Last Judgment of Anthony Caro. “

This material appears nowhere online. In researching Caro’s Last Judgment I only found one description linking it to World War II! Why is that? It is because these powerful, misshapen forms redefine all of his work: they bring together his deep sense of material and space with a specificity and direct sense of tragedy. Each sculpture is purposefully enclosed in a rectangular box, physically containing the tortured themes. The abstracted forms evoke direct associations with the history depicted. It is as though Caro, after a lifetime of efforts to create utopian spaces on earth, is now acknowledging here (as well as in his Trojan War series, )that what we have is the opposite.

The weighty catalog provides context, but no interpretation of the work itself: there is art history “’The Last Judgement’ in Western art, as well as essays “When Art Meets Politics by Nadine Gorimer, “Violence Between Individiuals Groups and States,” Robert Hinde, poetry by Hans Magnus Enzensberger, and potent quotations accompanying stunning close up photographs of the installation.

Perhaps the reason so little appears online is because the Last Judgement is in the collection of the Kunsthalle Wurth in Künzelsau, Germany, a small town near Heidelberg in Germany, that opened in 2001. From the website it is not clear if it is on permanent display, but the Wurth Museum co- sponsored the display in Venice with the British Council and the Peggy Guggenheim Foundation.

It was shown in the Antique Granary in the Giudecca, the spare industrial space enhancing the overall sense of horror of the individual pieces. Collectively, the pieces point toward The Gate of Heaven, as the climax of the path through the darkness of human actions. The Gate is an open door, as though it is enticing us to pass through, in spite of the sins behind us. But it is ambiguous if anyone is actually going to be admitted, there is no judge, there is no Saint Peter, there is no sense of salvation. Only an open door surrounded by sculptures that make reference to four trumpets that play at the resurrection

(one can’t help but think of Handel’s Messiah). So in the end Caro’s message is to offer the possiblitiy of salvation, just as his abstract nature based sculptures offer the possibility of utopia. The choice is ours which way we choose to go.
We have lost one of the greatest sculptors of the twentieth century.

“A Mad Dash through the African Pavilions at the Venice Biennale” by Pamela Allara

I am thrilled to offer you today my first Guest Blogger

African Art Specialist Pamela Allara, Ph.D. with an overview of

the African Art Pavilions at the Venice Biennale

 

This year’s Venice Biennale was one of the best I have ever seen, and I have gone intermittently since 1964 when the U.S. pavilion, featuring Robert Rauschenberg , won the Golden Lion award. Since at least 1907, a major section of the highly-regarded survey of contemporary art has been exhibited in pavilions representing individual nations. With the exception of the U.S. pavilion, the nations were European, and the exhibition as a whole completely Eurocentric.

 

When at last in 2007 Simon Njami and Fernando Alvim introduced contemporary African art for the first time, the exhibition was unfortunately continent-wide, reinforcing the regrettable mind-set that Africa is a single country. On the upside, national African participation has grown since then, and this year, for the 55^th Biennale–“Il Palazzo Enciclopedico” (June 1-November 24, 2013)–one could encounter diverse and sophisticated exhibits in five African national pavilions: Angola, Ivory Coast, Kenya, Zimbabwe and South Africa. Moreover, one of the first-time participants, Angola, won the Golden Lion for Best National Participation.

 

One strategy adopted by the Biennale’s Director, Massimiliano Gioni, was to create a series of exhibitions so vast as to demonstrate his central thesis that no one intellectual or spiritual system could possibly hope to encompass the vast diversity of the world in which we live. The result was that the visitor was required to run an art marathon, dashing through individual installations and pavilions that were various approaches to the encyclopedic theme, in a desperate attempt to take in as much as possible.

 

 

In the rush, I made a number of facile judgments, one of which was a negative assessment of the Angola’s “Luanda: Encyclopedic City,.”  (see top of post). Housed in the splendiferous Palazzo Cini, normally closed to the public, the installation of stacks of photocopied street photographs by the young artist Edson Chagas created a marked contrast with the gorgeous, gold-framed Medieval and Renaissance paintings on the walls. Initially, the juxtaposition evoked the inevitable cliché the national pavilions in the Giardini had for so long reinforced: the extraordinary achievement of Western European culture vs. the pitiful backwardness of African society. In addition, I did not find the concept of purchasing the photographs for one Euro each especially original; and at least in the past the stacked papers in various exhibits by the Cuban-born artist Félix González-Torres (d. 1996) could be carried home for free.

 

However, after returning the States, I reconsidered my initial impressions of the decisions made by curators Paula Nascimento and Stefano Raboli Pansera. (Their interview on the Biennale website is well worth a visit here. Rather than a clichéd contrast between the ‘West’ and the ‘Third World’, one could consider the installation a demonstration of the entanglement of richer and poorer nations in the global capitalist system, with its vast dispersion of people and goods. In that context, it was fitting that viewers were invited to participate by parting with their own money. And kudos are due to the curators for selecting a young, relatively unknown artist for this first venture onto the Biennale’s international art stage.

 

In the photographs in Chagas’ Found Not Taken series (fig. 2), abandoned objects are repositioned within public spaces, encouraging the viewer to imagine potential narratives for the discards, while acknowledging that the potential stories of those objects could be endless.

 

 

 

As for the other pavilions, I will provide only a brief summary here: Zimbabwe avoided that nation’s harsh political realities by including in its very professional installation five outstanding artists whose concerns were primarily spiritual: Rashid Jogee, Portia Avavahera, Virginia Chihota (above, the drawing), Voti Theve, and Michele Mathison ( the installation).

Another first-time exhibitor, the Republic of the Ivory Coast, was also impressive. Curated by Yacouba Konaté, “Traces and Signs” led the viewer into its representation of this West African nation with the familiar but always delightful work of Frédéric Bruly Bouabré, who was also included in the main exhibit in the Arsenale. However, this viewer’s ‘prize’ went to the sculptor Jems Robert Koto Bi, whose ambitious sculptures were so evocative of emigration and displacement.

 

A bit of context is needed before turning to Kenya. A secondary theme of the Biennale was the negation of its founding concept of art as expressive of a national culture, the concept enshrined in the Giardini’s national pavilions. In response to the globalism of contemporary art, France and Germany decided to switch venues, inducing immediate shock in the viewer. (France in the echt Fascist architecture of the German pavilion???) Moreover, Germany’s untitled exhibit in France’s pavilion contained only one German artist. South Africa’s Santu Mofokeng was included, with a strong selection of his haunting landscapes, as was Ai Wei Wei and Danita Singh. So, just as a handful of African countries were finally granted their own national pavilions, the exhibit as a whole was undercutting the very idea of nationhood.

 

Unfortunately, the Kenyan pavilion fell afoul of that internal contradiction. Perhaps in an attempt to appear forward-looking and sophisticated, the curators decided to jump on the ‘global’ bandwagon; in the exhibition, “Reflective Nature,” 8 out of the 11 artists were Chinese, and only two were Kenyan. With no context provided for the curious curatorial decisions, the exhibition was completely incoherent, generating much negative commentary on the internet. In Kenya’s defense, it is important to recognize that the idea of a national pavilion for non-western countries was a losing battle from the outset. The Giardini pavilions represent ‘the West’; set in back of the Arsenale or scattered around the city, the other, small, hard-to-find national pavilions were ‘the rest.’ It will be interesting to see what happens at the 56^th Biennale.

 

Because my area of curating and writing is South African art, I will close with some brief observations about the exhibition, “Imaginary Fact: Contemporary South African Art and the Archive.” Initially, it was one of disappointment. As curated by Brenton Maart, it examined the trend in contemporary art to re-write history through re-presenting and reinterpreting existing archives. Obviously, this effort is especially pertinent to South Africa, where the examination of historical records, both written and material, is crucial to the process of creating new histories by unearthing overlooked or censored materials. The great variety of approaches found in the works of the 13 artists and one trio of collaborators from South Africa tended to dilute this concept, or at least suggest its increasing trivialization over time.

 

 

One of the first, and now iconic, archival investigations, is Sue Williamson’s For thirty years next to his heart, created in 1990, the year Mandela was released from prison, (fig. 4).  With a grouping of 49 color laser prints, Williamson reproduces every page of Mr. John Ngesi’s dompass, the ‘dumb pass,’ required of non-whites for proof of residence, clearance for work, and taxes. Donated to the artist by Ngesi, it is now part of Williamson’s personal archive of apartheid, and it remains a powerful witness of the warping of identity by an oppressive bureaucracy,(fig. 4 a).

 

Around the corner from this riveting if familiar work was an installation by Joanne Bloch, currently a doctoral candidate at the Centre for Curating the Archive and The Archive and Public Culture Initiative at the University of Cape Town. (The curator is in the same program). In Hoard, (2012-13; fig. 5), the artist stocked a glass museum case with simulated rare objects such as the miniature gold Mapgunubwe scepter together with a recreated wooden block from her childhood; the juxtaposition attempted to “throw into question the categories of ‘real’ and ‘fake;…and take a stab at disturbing established or expected systems of classification.,” according to her artist statement. I found the installation obvious to the point of being facile, but to be fair, time constraints did cause me to rush to judgment.

 

If Bloch’s examination of the idea of the archive did not “allow the artist to create work with the potential to change the course of our contemporary world,” according to the curatorial essay, the contemporary archive created by documentary photographer Zanele Muholi indeed has demonstrated that potential. Her Faces and Phases series consists of black and white portraits of the LGBTI community in South Africa, and have been exhibited in major exhibitions globally. Installed salon-style along a narrow corridor, the viewer was confronted with individuals whom one could neither enumerate nor typecast. In that constricted space the viewer was denied a distanced gaze, and encouraged to feel a sense of solidarity with a group that has been “so far violently and blaringly erased,” in the artist’s words.  Last year, Muholi’s flat was broken into and 20 hard drives containing over six years of work were stolen. But by now her very personal archive is sufficiently public—both in museums and online—that it cannot be erased.

 

 

Although the compressed space worked to Muholi’s advantage by briefly including the viewer in her community, it put much of the rest of the work at a disadvantage. One exception was the sculpture of Wim Botha, who was provided with a sort of mini-retrospective of work from 2009 to 2013.

One installation, humanoid figures constructed from books, and battling in mid-air, summed up the controversies over meaning that have characterized South Africa’s post-apartheid investigations of identities and histories.  In an enlightened decision, the excellent catalogue has been made available for downloading from the exhibition website.

 

This cursory introduction will not be the last word on the African pavilions at the Biennale—at least I hope not. More time is needed to digest these exhibits. The Biennale itself was so sprawling that it has spawned ‘discussion groups’ in my greater Boston neighborhood where we share information, and hopefully, insights. That we would meet and debate in such post-exhibition sessions is indicative of something I can’t quite articulate: was this the Salon des Refusées of

1. the 21st century?

 

 

Sarah Sze “Triple Point” The US Pavilion at the Venice Biennale

We could feel our expectations shifting as we approached the pavilion from the back, from the Czech pavilion, instead of front and center facing the traditional classical portico. We could see trails of stones on the ground and little piles of stones in alcoves and on ledges. Is this part of the exhibition?

 

It is clear that they are as soon as we reach the front of the pavilion, where the building looks as though it is under construction, and in a state of emergency: a high ladder with its steps covered with stones, pieces of wood, and plants, leads to a high platform, but the access to it is blocked by a two by four, supporting a stack of concrete blocks. Long aluminum struts reach into space and precariously construct another jerry-rigged support system that looked like it was about to collapse. Reaching up to the roof of the classical pavilion are more rods and on top what looks like a huge rock, barely balanced there. Looking closer there are more rocks at other points on the edge of the roof and stacks of what appear to be concrete paving stones.

 

This sense of impending collapse, or disaster, of jerry-rigged constructions, improvisation and making do is the perfect metaphor for where the US is today. Of course, no reviewers are touching that idea. They settle for enumeration of just a few of the dozens of found objects and materials that Sze uses in her installations. And it is an overwhelming exercise to name even a few of the hundreds of tiny things, both “found” ( I suspect not accumulated over time, but more like ready-mades from the store), and constructed.

 

Inside the pavilion the sense of disintegration continues. In every room, the artist began by drawing in black tape on the floor,  the compass in marble that is set in marble in the entrance foyer of the pavilion. But instead of providing a sense of purposeful order, the compass is the basis for overwhelming complexity.

 

The title of the pavilion, Triple Point, is a term in thermodynamics that refers to a moment when, according to the exhibition brochure “all three phases of a substance (gas, liquid and solid) can exist in perfect equilibrium.” That sense of transformation of solid into air, of air into liquid, liquid into gas permeated the exhibition metaphorically, everything is in transition, is suspended in a state that is improbabe, optically inpenetrable,and mentally stimulating.

 

Rising above our heads in the first room is an outline in curved wood of part of a globe, cut across by a black metal geometric structure that evokes a staircase. There is also the sense of a burst of energy like an exploded tree with the branches reaching out (from a green center), attached to a fragment of a network (geodesic?). Below are fragments of pictures of landscapes arranged as though in an amphitheater. The structure is supported by various props including large empty cans of paint.  It seemed like science fragmented, reminding me of one of those works of art of the 1960s, like Tingueley’s that were meant to be destroyed, but in this case there is no destruction, only a limbo of parts that are suspended in an improbable relationship to one another. There are interdependent in a profound, but fragile way, that is the same that can be said of human existence. Given the destruction of the planet currently underway, I could not help but see a reference to that here.

 

The next room was more intimate, like a laboratory with multiple stations, but this laboratory has holes in the tables; it is non functioning. Even as we look closely, we feel tricked by the spaces and voids. Black stones taped with blue are scattered around the edges of these strange work stations. Are they the future of life, are they the past of life? On some level, we know they are both and neither.

 

In the entrance foyer is a big rock sitting on that compass in the marble floor. But this, like all the large rocks in and on and above the pavilion, we now realize, is not a real rock. It is based on a photograph of a rock that has been projected onto a plastic material and wrapped around an aluminum armature (ecological Sze is not). The rock in the foyer is on a real compass, but our sense of order based on the compass is disrupted by unexpected obstacles that are not what they seem to be.

The next room is like an amphitheater in which objects are lined up like spectators; these spectators are the infinite array of Sze’s objects all sorted by size, color, material, to create what appears to be a rational order for the first time in the exhibition. But again, there is the sense of suspended animation, of something about to change, for these are the materials of her art, of our consumer culture, of our rubbish overrun planet, they are all going to be trash shortly, when the exhibition is over. But for this brief moment, they are arrayed, viewing the empty arena before them. (I can easily read it this way because when I was a child, my father used to array inanimate objects in parades through our New York City apartment).

Finally, there is the artist’s studio, in which she shows us her tricks, the rocks made from paper, wrapped around armatures, the collections of colored paper that stand in for nature.

 

The game of solid and transparent, of fiction and reality, fantasy and fact, is the theme of the exhibition. But I felt strongly that the real issue here was the breakdown of those barriers, the breakdown of the rational solution, the traditional belief system, the decomposing of reality, of expectations, of predictions into a triple point of ideas, objects and transparencies.

English Magic

 

Jeremy Deller’s Pavilion for Great Britain at the Venice Biennale includes a lot of disparate elements, none of which the artist made. He does not paint, sculpt, photograph or draw. Rather he assembles objects and images (giving credit to those who make them).

 

By calling the pavilion “English Magic” he is off the hook on making a point, magic is of course sleight of hand, illusion, based on practice, but not substance. It is hard to tell what he is passionate about in this pavilion. He gives us several issues,  but there is a Warholian detachment about the sum of the parts.

 

Andy Warhol was apparently a profound inspiration for Deller who mostly studied art history in school. Perhaps that is why he made a categorical statement that “good art shouldn’t try to do anything useful” to Emily Stokes of the Financial Times (Aug 2, 2013) and added, just to be sure we understood his position that “art gets co-opted by politicians to solve social problems.” These kinds of ideas would be the direct heritage of the modernist tradition of art history: its formalist emphasis for many decades (including those when he was studying), excluded social and political context from the meaning of the work. Fortunately that has entirely changed now.

 

Here are the various issues Deller presents, none of them necessarily related to one another, in the order in which we pass through them in the UK pavilion.

In the first room is a large banner photograph of a hen harrier hawk carrying a range rover in his talons, with a narrative that the rare hawk was purportedly shot by Prince Harry ( his car being carried off ?) and a friend on the Sandringham Estate in October 2007;

There are also a lot of neolithic arrowheads and axes actually displayed throughout the pavilion.

 

Opposite the hen harrier is a photographic mural and a narrative of a burning village representing the destruction by an angry crowd of an off shore tax shelter in the future (2017  easy to miss that) and banners of the structures for hiding wealth from tax collection.

 

In the second room William Morris heaves the yacht of billionaire Russian Roman Abramovich into a lagoon in Venice in retribution for blocking the view in Venice in 2011 ; opposite are authentic William Morris fabrics and on a side wall is a collection of certificates of privatization in post USSR Russia.

 

So far so good, anticapitalism seems to be the theme.

 

In the third room are drawings invited from prisoners in the UK (who have committed crimes since returning from the Iraq war) of the Iraq war, as well as David Kelly who committed suicide because he questioned a weapons report on Saddam Hussein. This might be a subtle way of critiquing the government.

 

In the back garden is  a tea room.

 

Next is a video that includes children playing on an inflatable Stonehenge,

 

stunning photographs of birds of prey, and the crushing of automobiles into junk.

 

The last room has a black and white photographic display of David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust tour of January 1972 paired with the youth of Northern Ireland being shot on Bloody Monday, the day after the tour began.

About half way through the video, I began to feel the pavilion lost its path. Here is why.

 

Deller loves public spectacle, both popular entertainment and demonstrations, protests and parades. In that sense he is a true Warhol descendent, he equally embraces public actions, musical performance, he even celebrates the Queen as a great performance artist. He is of the middle class that he presents.

 

Deller himself holds an anti-capitalist stance, he does not make art for sale, so works addressing the corruption of capitalism such as the abstract diagrams for “transfer pricing” for off shore tax shelters, would seem to be where his heart lies. He admires William Morris, who though he is known as a socialist , and opposed big government, was a middle class artist who loved medieval art and encouraged craftsmen and small businesses. Deller, like Morris, also cares about the corruption of government as in the lies around the Iraq war, and asking prisoners to draw pictures about it. Morris was interested in birds, and so, it seems is Deller, with the stunning footage of birds of prey included in his odd video.

 

Other writers declare that Deller is celebrating the good (tea drinking and David Bowie)and the bad (wars and tax shelters) of Great Britain.

 

For me the most fascinating moment of the exhibition was holding a “Neolithic ax”- see photo- and being told that this stone was not datable and therefore not valuable, while those on the walls of the pavilion were all authenticated and therefore priceless. The arbitrariness of the value of objects was obvious here, in front of the mural of a burning community that provides a tax shelter. That aspect of art, its absurd valuations, seems to be close to the artist’s heart. But he keeps his cards very close to his chest, and himself pursues a type of public performance persona as well (dressed in a type of British safari outfit in Venice for one critic.)

 

I, of course, always want to feel that artists are willing to take a stand, that they cannot afford not to, given their privileged position in society, their access to power, their role as court jester, their possibility for changing minds. Deller, on the other hand, wants to melt into the crowd, to be anonymous, to give equal time to public voices. Of course, while he is doing that, he is selecting what to present, and in this pavilion, he provides us with a particular cross section of Great Britain, history, music, birds, money, wars, and tea with just a small dose of the dark side of public protest (Bloody Monday) and royal privilege.

 

To one reviewer he commented that the Bowie fans and the people killed in Northern Ireland were all youth of the same age. But he didn’t take it further to analyze why some had the luxury to escape into music, and some died protesting their lack of civil rights. He didn’t seem to want to actually highlight the differences, they were all public spectacles. That type of non analytical thinking is, in the end, shallow. His inspiration for addressing popular culture and music and politics,

Warhol, pretended to be non analytical and deadpan, but in fact, his position was outsider and deeply felt.Warhol was of the working class, and therefore came to his imagery of stars and politics from a different, much less entitled, perspective.William Morris is the real mentor for Deller, also middle class, privileged, and idealistic, but scattered in many different directions. But Morris clearly had passion for what he believed in. Deller seems detached from the issues he presents.