Women Artists in Seattle Part II

This fall in Seattle exhibitions by women artists, along with events, such as lectures and even a symposium, have proliferated so rapidly, it was difficult to keep up with them. Some inspired by “Elles” at the Seattle Art Museum, the first exhibition discussed here. Some coincided accidentally as in the second exhibition. Taken collectively, all of these exhibitions and events allow us to think about women, art, and feminism in 2012. How is it different from the 1960s and later twentieth century art?

Part I Social Order: Women Artists from Iran, India and Afghanistan,

This ambitious photography exhibition at the PhotoCenter NW included well known Iranian photographer Shadi Ghadirian, as well as Priya Kambli, Annu Palakunnathu Matthew, Manjari Sharma (all South Asian either in origin or currently) and Gazelle Samizay (born in Afghanistan). Each of these artists is exploring a personal journey, obsession, cultural contradiction, or transcultural ambiguity.

Priya Kambli conveys the sense of divided identity that results from immigration. This is a topic that several contemporary South Asian novelists have addressed so effectively, most famously in The Namesake, by Jumpha Lahiri which was made into a film. Her first short story collection, Interpreter of Maladies, also  about difficult India-US transitions, won a Pulitzer Prize in 2000, suggesting how potent this topic can be.

Priya Kambli’s format on display here juxtaposes three photographs in a narrow strip, already implying constriction. She presents disjunctions of her childhood and her present realities, her separation from her roots, and her efforts to come to terms with her current life. The cultural references are intentionally elusive and even opaque to a person unversed in Indian culture (like myself). “Muma Baba and Me,” ( from the “Color Falls Down” series) has a loving (wedding?) photograph of her parents in the center, and two partial photographs of herself, one showing her back and her arm, the other her neck and the back of her head. Her parents are facing each other, seated in chairs, fully represented, while she faces away, clearly far away from them both emotionally and physically. The partial view of her body suggests how much she has left behind.

Annu Palakunnathu Matthew currently lives in the US; she uses historical photography of nineteenth century Native Americans as a point of departure in these works; in this series she is amusingly but pointedly commenting on the confusion that dates from Columbus of Indians from India and Native people in the Americas.  She pairs an original 19^th c image with a contemporary image of herself with the same topic (and  antique photographic medium) , underscoring both the racism of the original posed image, the parallel history of colonialisms, and the contemporary confusions with which she lives.

The third South Asian artist Manjari Sharma, who lives in India, shows “Darshan” (sight, vision), one of a series of nine photographic reconstructions of Hindu Gods and Goddesses (only four have been completed) . The artist employs 35 craftsmen to construct the image.  The photograph shown in this exhibition is a small version: her intent is to display all nine reconstructions as six foot tall photographs, complete with incense, lighting, and prayers, an immersive environment that will certainly convey the power of “darshan” more profoundly. Even in the reduced scale shown the impact is dazzling.

Shadi Ghadirian lives in Tehran. She showed two different sets of work, the first, her well known self- portraits based on Qajar Dynasty photographic motifs, substituting herself for the elites of the historical images posed against ornate backgrounds, but updated with something contemporary, such as a vacuum cleaner or a boom box. These are the works that made her famous.

A second set of photographs are still lifes such as a bowl of fruit or a cigarette case, into which the artist has inserted a hand grenade or a bullet. Ghadirian gives us the intrusion of war, terror, and even implied killing, into the bourgeois middle class life.

Finally, Gazelle Samizay showed two videos, “Upon my Daughter,” and “This Will Be the Last-,” on the theme of women’s claustrophobia and helplessness in a marriage ritual, and in the marriage itself, an overwhelmingly important theme in Afghanistan, where women even set themselves on fire to escape an abusive environment.

Her third video “9409 miles” is poignant: as her mother prepares tea, her father intensely draws the house he designed and left behind in Afghanistan, but in the end tea spills on the fragile ink drawings (we only see the hands and the table). 

 Part II Territorial Trappings

Native American artist Tanis S’eiltin’s exhibition at Seattle Central Community College  brought together her Tlingit heritage and contemporary issues relating to intersections of white and Native culture. When Europeans introduced exploitative technology and resource extraction, they were able to subdue and exploit local populations. Indigenous cultures were embedded in capitalist society. They were no longer able to be self-sufficient.

In this new installation, S’eiltin’s theme is Native ties to the fur trade that continued right into her childhood. Fashions such as fur hats made from sea otters, or fur jackets from lynx hides directly  benefitted the livelihoods of indigenous peoples, but also impacted their traditional relationships to the natural world. The ambiguity of this economic trade-off is suggested in the gallery with a neon sign reading “Trade” backwards.

Tanis’s father was a good trapper, and he was even said to have wiped out the lynx in Skagway, Alaska. She remembered the furs as part of her subsistence life in her early years (she is now a Professor of Art at Fairhaven College, Bellingham).

In the installation we see memories of skins, re-created on transparent paper that have elusive images of native emblems and tools, hanging from the ceiling.

A real lynx fur and a real trap were part of the installation, their physical reality a stark and crucial contrast to the abstraction of the paper skins.

At the end of the gallery whale baleen sieves hung from the ceiling.  In a whale’s mouth, baleens are up to thirty feet long; they have little hairs that collect plankton and food particles. The baleen was used as stays in garments like corsets, another resource extracted from whales.

The main theme of “Territorial Trappings” is that Indigenous peoples participate in practices that plunder resources.  There is no absolute dichotomy of holistic native culture and marauding European culture. For over 100 years, native peoples have depended on the income from harvesting and trapping.

At the same time, as the artist told me, in Alaska, life is still based less on consumerism and more in a belief in making do with what you have. Skagway, home to the cruise industry, about which S’eiltin has done another installation, writes that contradiction large. It has a small, fairly impoverished permanent population, but 8000 people invade the city during the cruise season. Certainly the income from those cruises helps people to survive, at the same time that the industry itself represents massive waste of resources and pollution.

“Elles” and Beyond: Women Artists Take on the World

In Paris “Elles” made a big splash and awakened a conversation debate and discussion about feminism. In Seattle we have had a city wide extravaganza of exhibitions of women’s art, symposia, concerts, lectures, performances and special events. It is impossible to assess, though if this really penetrated already held perspectives, changed any minds or even expanded thinking.  We have some great creative people here, and some brilliant curators, but the critical discourse and analysis is flaccid. People did get worked up about the marketing of the show that used a photograph of a bikini clad bimbo, and  with protesting a ridiculous work by a male artist in which he looked up all the local women artists names he could find and represented them by name with a rows of small outlined breasts. This is an inane response.  But it reminds us why we need to give more thought to what these women are saying in their art. The issues they present are still with us.

Less than 20 percent of the Pompidou Center’s  “Elles” exhibition crossed the sea, but because the show comes from France, we first of all have a great opportunity to see some extraordinary modern and contemporary art by women working in France and the rest of Europe. For me, it was extremely refreshing to have that emphasis. Finally, an exhibition of women’s art that isn’t based on our “canonical” history ie the  Power of Feminist Art coming out of Lost Angeles in the 1970s.

It is not a systematic history, more of a series of unpredictable snapshots. I offer here a look at those snapshots, emphasizing the works that surprised or excited me.

In the very first room a stunning early painting by  Sonia Terk-Delaunay jumps off the wall with highly saturated reds, along with examples of her  pioneering  abstract color painting. Nearby are two woks by the dynamic Russian futurist, Natalia Goncharova,  a stage set from  the Russian constructivist designer, Alexandra Exter, and a subtle Cubist painting by the less known Marie Blanchard.

While these women often had male partners and collaborators, Suzanne Valadon’s “The Blue Room ”  launches defiance. Reclining on a bed with a luscious blue patterned spread  (an accomplished homage to Matisse)  a tough, real life woman poses in the way of traditional male paintings of nudes, but  she is a subject  not an object of male desire. With her cigarette in the center of her mouth, she assertively supports herself on one elbow. She wears loose fitting striped pants and her pendulous  breasts are covered in a pink top. Valadon’s work speaks of defiance and disgust with male traditions (she herself had been a model and lover of such people as Renoir).

Paris in the 1920s, that hotbed of cross-dressing and sexual freedom by  later to be outstandingly famous women and men, comes to us in the photographs of Gisele Freund, Dora Maar, and Berenice Abbott of such celebrities as Virginia Woolf, Vita Sackville West, Sylvia Beach, Nusch Eluard (above), and James Joyce, Jean Cocteau.

Another  segment of photographs includes two photographers from that bastion of male domination, the Bauhaus- Lucia Moholy and Florence Henri . Here she is in a self portrait that confronts us with her intelligence and sense of her own strength.

Also not to be missed are paintings by the Surrealist Dorothea Tanning, Czech born Marie Toyen, and, especially,  a 1927 experimental film by Germaine Dulac “La Coquille et le Clergyman.”

Jumping forward in time, was another surprise,  Marie-Ange Guilleminot’s “Mes Poupees,” a 1993 video of the artist caressing  a “doll” made of  nylon stockings filled with seeds and covered with talc, a sensuous suggestive sculpture.

Familiar and still formidable work by sculptors like Lee Bontecou, Louise Nevelson and Louise Bourgeois, are followed by a room of abstract paintings, and then what Seattle Art Museum calls “Genital Panic” after a work by Valie Export, in the most provocative room in the exhibition. Export was another surprises for me, a formidable Austrian feminist performance artist. In one famous work called “Action Pants Genital Panic” made in 1969, she walked around movie theaters with the crotch of her pants cut out, thus directly confronting people with a counter narrative to the passivity of women in film.  She is way out there.

Also in this room was Hannah Wilke, another bold feminist innovator, who invited people to chew gum which became like vulva which she then stuck on her body and posed in various pin up postures in “Starification Object Series.” Hanging high over our heads on one wall is the wonderful sculpture  by Niki de St-Phalle a defiantly enormous woman of junk materials such as hundreds of pieces of dolls and old underwear . In this same room is Sonya Andrade’s “tv” format video of 1975 which is a hilarious and original send up of food shows, as the polite eater starts to throw the food at us ( it is stopped by a glass partition. Sanja Ivekovic, a Croatian artist, continues the theme of cutting the body ( I wondered why Yoko One wasn’t included here) as well as Orlan’s painful surgeries commenting on the cult of beauty.

The second half of the show has fewer surprises, although Atsuko Tanaka’s electric dress jumped out. But it is a reconstruction and should have had at least a photograph of the artist in the 1950s  wearing this incredible garment constructed of hundreds of colored light bulbs that followed her nervous and circulatory system.

Particularly timely to see again are Mona Hatoum and Sigalet Landau’s videos, both metaphors of the Palestine Israeli conflict . They both address the body, one on the inside, as endoscopic surgery penetrates orifices, and one on the outside, Sigalet with a barbed wire hula hoop.

This show demands a lot of time ( I barely touched on the videos), and even more time if you immerse yourselves in the third floor, where the permanent collection has been rehung with only women artists, particularly Joan Mitchell, Lee Krasner and Helen Frankenthaler and up to the present with Jenny Holzer and even the very current Ghada Amer.

There is also a stellar collection of early modern artists including Northwest pioneer artists  Ella McBride, Maude Kerns, and Imogen Cunningham, as well as two works by Georgia O’Keeffe and  Charmion von Wiegand  and three of the so called American Abstract Artists of the 1930s.I wrote about both Charmion and the AAA in my book Art and Politics in the 1930s in case you want some context on this period.

The inimitable Sandra Jackson-Dumont brought us Christa Bell performing “1001 Holy Names ” for guess what and she has installed an Adrian Piper work in the Jacob Lawrence Gallery called “Cornered.” It confronts us with our own racism in a particularly effective way. Watch and be cornered. Needless to say, both “Elles”, and SAM have a skimpy representation of women of color.

So it is a delight that , without any question, Yayoi Kusama steals the show on the third floor, (all works on loan from the Gagosian Gallery). Her wriggling erotic forms crawl everywhere on shoes, hats, furniture, walls, floors. She takes the sterility of minimal grids and crosses it with organic shapes that seem to crowd together like an underwater coral. The boat in the show constructed of stuffed work gloves, as well as the snake like yellow and black eruptions on the floor, take over. Her painstaking, obsessive compulsive patterns cover acres of canvas, but the three dimensional forms are much more evocative for me in their physical presence. Kusama lives in a mental hospital in Japan by choice. We should all be so self aware.

From the perspective of global feminism other exhibitions in Seattle took it further. At the Asian Art Museum, women’s paintings from the land of Sita is a dazzling exhibition by artists who formerly decorated houses, and now make paintings on canvas.

That museum is also showing “Touba”, by Iranian Shirin Neshat, the two screen video that takes its title and its “sacred” tree from Tooba and the Meaning of Night by Shahmush Parsipur.

Finally, at the Seattle Asian Art Museum, there are two Chinese artists, Chung Ho Fraenkel, an extraordinary calligrapher, and Lu Wu Ju, an expressionist ink painter.

So where are we so far? Seattle is a city that can be really cosmopolitan. We are fortunate in our curators and their innovative approaches. As far as women artists are concerned to immerse ourselves in these art works is to provoke us to think about women’s place in yesterday’s and today’s world. They are still primarily working within the intellectual confines of the world of culture as artists, but they have more freedom of action. On the other hand, the risk is that with that freedom they are not as compellingly confrontational. Looking at Pipilotti Rist’s videos, I was left completely flat, compared to the work of say Martha Rosler, Eleanor Antin, or Ana Mendieta. Her work seems cliched and decorative. Today’s world has a myriad of really important women’s issues that could be addressed by artists if they chose.

More to come.

Sonic Time: Speech Sound Silence at the National Museum of Contemporary Art in Athens

While the protests were raging in the streets in Athens, the National Museum of Contemporary Art was holding a retrospective from its permanent collection of cerebral conceptual art since the late 1960s. It was beautifully curated by Ana Kafetsi.( you can see all the images on the website, as well as detailed explanations. Ypu can see more of my Cycladic pictures on Art and Politics Now Flikr site)

Since I arrived in Athens after the protests ended (all I saw was a Susan Komen race for the cure), and I had just spent 10 days on a remote Greek Island, I decided it was time for an injection of contemporary art.

At first I thought oh dear how can I possibly be interested in this, but then I surrendered to the John Cage work, lay on the floor for 30 minutes of blissful emptiness listening to his extraordinary composition and watching light and dark patterns changing in the room, and I left with a new feeling of receptiveness to conceptual art. The 1992 Cage piece is very long, a total of 94 minutes, I heard just a part. Opus One 11 is a “Film without subject.” Of 103, Cage writes: “103 is an orchestral work. It is divided into seventeen parts. The lengths of the seventeen parts are the same for all the strings and the percussion. The woodwinds and the brass follow another plan… Following chance operations, the number of wind instruments changes for each of the seventeen parts.” At any rate it was beautiful in its randomness with an underlying sense of classicism.

After observing sunrises and sunsets, experiencing the burning midday sun and the rapid descent of darkness in Greece, I was really tuned into light and random experiences. Light is really what Greece is about in an aesthetic sense and random is what life is like if we give it a chance.

So then I went back to three early works, Sol Le Witt’s Sentences on Conceptual Art( 1969), John Baldessari singing Le Witt’s sentences to popular tunes ( 1972), and Lawrence Weiner’s Declaration of Intent from 1969. Le Witt’s sentences are still resonant today and many artists would benefit from thinking about them. So here are these three “old masters” of conceptual art in the Greek National Museum, as protests against austerity rage in the country.

Let us think about that. For example, these artists were fed up with capitalism, they were looking for the underlying structure and purpose of art outside the physical aesthetic object. The protesters are also fed up with capitalism and its dictates. They want the underlying significance of the state to survive, that is the obvious idea that the government is meant to provide certain basic supports for its citizens ( of course in the US that idea has been entirely thrown out- the government here is intended to be privatized). What the conceptual artists and the Greek protesters share is disgust with the corruption of capitalism and its corrosive effect on the spirit.

In his 1969 work. Weiner is really young, bearded, lanky. He is wading into a storm tossed sea to get random pieces of driftwood ( drift logs I should say) that can or cannot be made into a sculpture if desired. It is a lovely open ended statement – “I don’t care about the thing, I care about the act and the act is determined by wind, sea, rain, water, and my own strength or ingenuity in lifting these logs.” ( that is a pseudo quote)

Gary Hill was well represented in the exhibition with many many pieces, a virtual mini retrospective of Gary Hill. One of the most intriguing was a piece called Thomas the Obsucre  based on a book of that name from 1987, in which Hill is telling a story ( sort of). Looking at this piece, it was easy to see why he gave up on that direction and turned to the components of video, light, movement, space, sound, and psychological experiences.

The exhibition included many major Greek contemporary artists, for example, there was Bia Davou, with tiny drawings with Greek letters on graph paper called Serial Structures:Odyssey,

and Chryssa with an amazing Cycladic book from 1957.

Having just come from the Cyclades, it was easy to connect to this all white piece. There were other less well known Greek artists, that I enjoyed seeing, particularly  the 2012 sound and video installation with a surprise ending by Makis Faros that suggests a collapse of expectations.

The intersections  of Greek art and historical conceptual art was revealing,- sound and light are both basic components of the Greek environment. and naturally of Greek art.

The high point of the show for me was the accidental overlap and juxtaposition of two pieces. The first was by Bruce Nauman, Playing a Note on a Violin While I walk Around the Studio, from 1967 – 68.

Right next to his piece (so close that his violin could be heard) was another  piece by  Danae Statou called Ice Songs 2. These were the sounds of icebergs in the Antarctic forming, colliding, squeezing together, going into the open sea.  The source of the sounds was a result of scientists monitoring the break up of Antarctica with water microphones on the sea bed of a defunct US naval base They were formerly part of a massive monitoring effect to track Soviet submarines.  She collaborated with Vassilis Koutouris on imagery to accompany the sounds. Changing waves of blue and white projected on the floor of a large gallery floor provided accents to the changing sounds of the ice bergs.   So here was juxtaposed  a violin note ( actually two close together)  by an artist rejecting aesthetics and consumption, and an accidental  sound “concert” by ice bergs cracking up (of course related to our warming planet).

But in contrast to the 1960s artists who offered an escape from the clutter and corruption of the world, this piece is calling attention to the disintegration of the world. The piece intentionally has meaning beyond the sound itself. It is telling us of the invisibile and powerful forces at work all the time.

If we don’t actually pay attention to these particular random sounds and what they signify, we are looking at an end of the world, a forecast of which we had this week with the Super Storm Sandy, itself a coming together of various powerful forces and fronts. Global climate change is with us. The extraordinary power of nature is going to win the day in the end. That is getting more evident every day. The conceptualist artists definitely had the right idea about rejecting capitalism and the “art” world and embracing nature on its own terms.

Negar Farajiani Puzzles of Meanings

The Witness

In Seattle at the M.I.A. gallery, we have the treat of an exhibition of work by Negar Farajani until November 16. Negar is from Tehran, Iran. I had the opportunity to talk with her about her art work and life in Iran. Negar is part of a group of young artists in many media who are based in Tehran. In addition to her own art, she also curates exhibitions and organizes projects with other artists.

I met Negar Farajani in the M.I.A. gallery, a sliver of a gallery in a downtown space run by the sophisticated Mariane Lenhardt, recently moved here from Paris, with roots in Somalia. We plunged right into a stimulating discussion about modernism in Africa. But that had to wait for another day to be completed as my main focus was to learn about Negar’s art in the gallery and life for artists in Iran.

Negar was born in Yazd, one of the oldest city’s in Iran. Yazd is in the center of Iran, a spectacular city in the midst of deserts (formerly an oasis), with historical architecture, crafts traditions, and Zoroastrian shrine. She went to art school there. Negar now lives in Tehran with her husband, who is a musician; he plays the “tar”, a predecessor of the guitar. He also composes music for films.  They have a four year old son.

The exhibition in Seattle consists of intersecting works, based on the same format, the jigsaw puzzle. The artist cut the jigsaw pieces from dry mounted photographs of things in her life such as her son’s teddy bear, an ipod, a toy car or elephant, then reassembled the images by mixing and matching (all of the jigsaw puzzles are identical in their cuts).

Terminator

The result is a provocative suggestion of the intersections of cultures and the complexity of life. Inserting some unidentifiable object into a teddy bear and calling it terminator is an idea that can be understood anywhere.

The Accuser

The most identifiable group consists of a reference to a trial: the accuser, the attorney, the witness, ( see above) and the executioner.

The executioner

It was not clear if each layer had a specific reference or metaphor, but the overall effect is that reality and truth are elusive and sometimes frightening.

But Negar emphasized that people in Iran were leading ordinary lives.  She was wearing a pink knit sweater and softer colored pink scarf hung around her neck. When I asked her, as no doubt everyone does, if she had to cover herself in black in Tehran, she said no, she could just toss this scarf over her head. So that suggests, at least for the privileged urban elite, the patrolling of women’s head coverings is in abeyance at the moment.

The artist explained to me that In Iran people often speak wordlessly with their eyes and indeed the eyes in these works were huge and expressive. But her main message was the idea of making a cultural bridge between cultures. She is hopeful that she can be a part of world peace.

This exhibition is just one fragment of Negar’s work, adapted for travel. On her website you can see the full range of her installations and projects, in many different media. One of her works is about an old spinning wool factory in Yazd now abandoned. Several artists created installations there, and Negar’s piece is a very large plastic beach ball ( “Made in China”) that is rolled around the space. Another work is called Tehran Monoxide, photographed many of her friends with children. The theme is the bad air in Tehran and how difficult it is for children to play outside, but what you see in the project is one young family after another, enjoying their small children. Such a simple set of images immediately gives us a much needed glimpse of real people living their lives.

It was delightful to meet her, and indeed, a small encounter like this with one person from Iran makes such a difference. I went home from meeting Negar and was immediately plunged into the Presidential Debate and its endless repetition about preventing Iran from getting a nuclear bomb and increasing sanctions. We have such a narrow view of the world in the US!  Culture is indeed a great bridge and a peacemaker. We are all connected by creativity. That is what makes us human on a shared planet.

“Living as Form” and the Hemispheric Institute: Two approaches to art and politics

Creative Time Summits (here is the schedule of the upcoming Summit) are a primary place for the discussion of socially engaged artistic practices.  Laurie Jo Reynolds (above) is one artist who has been featured several times for her important work, moving from an artist working with prisoners at Tamms Supermax Prison, to a political activist for prison reform.

Throughout  Living as Form, edited by Nato Thompson, a book based largely on last year’s Creative Time Summit, artists who take on political and social issues in the public sphere, are celebrated. But the (exciting) transitions currently emerging in the critical discussion of this formerly discredited practice are evident. There is a pervading anxiety about and sometimes dismissal of concepts such as ‘relational aesthetics’, ‘social aesthetics’, ‘social practice’, ‘tactical media’, ‘dialogic art’, and ‘new genre public art’. Since the 1990s these terms have been the standard vocabulary for analysing public practice art.

This anxiety reminds us that, in fact, immediately after this book was published, in the fall of 2011, and even as the Forum it was based on was taking place, the Occupy movement in Wall Street and the City of London as well as elsewhere around the world,  burst through traditional patterns of protest.  It had complex roots in various ideologies, including anarchism, Socialism, pacifism, anti-capitalism, and many others. In New York there was a direct connection to resistance in Greece and Spain.  It became a worldwide embodiment of living as protest. As both an aesthetic and political statement in public space, it has forced a new and multifaceted analysis of the constantly changing relationship of art and politics, particularly in the public sphere.

Nato Thompson, as chief curator at Creative Time, presciently adopted what he calls the ‘cattle call’ method in his introduction, which includes projects initiated by both artists and non-artists.  He suggests that non-profit organizations themselves can be ‘artworks’. This idea is both provocative and timely. Unfortunately, the cattle call also extends to his enumeration of political and social crises, which he lumps into a single paragraph, as well as to the all-too-brief discussions of artists and projects.

One critic who interviewed Thompson on his thesis that NGOS, street protest and performance art are all equal was Barbara Pollack

Other authors in the book, and participants in the forum include theorist Clare Bishop, who sets up a relationship between the ‘social discourse’ and the ‘artistic discourse’ that can be ‘unseated’ by participatory art works. Maria Lind, a curator, emphasizes projects that include people in social and political change, while Carol Becker offers ‘microtopia’ or small solutions to big problems. Brian Holmes, a philosopher involved with the international social justice movement, and Shannon Jackson, director of the Arts Research Center at University of California, Berkeley, emphasize the 1930s Federal Theater Project as a precedent for political art in the community.

By far the most radical essay, though, is by Teddy Cruz, trained in architecture and design, and a dynamic thinker who up-ends these issues by placing the real world at the forefront. He begins with an eloquent critique of our current state: ‘a critical juncture in history, defined by unprecedented socio-economic, political and environmental crises across any imaginable register’.  For him, ‘our institutions… have atrophied’. His refreshing analysis of the relationship of art and economics concludes with the idea that marginal communities of immigrants are the real sites of creative thinking.

The rest of the book is an alphabetical listing of just over 100 artists, groups, and projects in public spaces that engage with a range of issues. The book is a valuable point of departure for its subject, although the elite cultural position of the authors limits its scope. Certain topics are popular here (those relating to urban renewal or alternative economics, for example), and other areas are barely covered, such as immigration (there is no reference to the border art of the last 50 years).

Equally exciting is Diana Taylor of the Hemispheric Institute of Performance and Politics  (stunning website!)  “working at the intersections of scholarship, artistic practice and political life in the Americas.”   The Hemispheric Institute has an a Digital Video Library with 600 videos on line of socially engaged performance art in the Americas over the last thirty years. As Diana Taylor put it, “As long as human beings can make room for imagination, they can be artists.”

She askes “how do resistance strategies travel?
The Institute is also “a  network of interdisciplinary and multilingual artists academics, and activists in the Americas. It creates collaborations that explore emboddied practice -performance -as a means for the creation of new meanings and the transmission of cultural values, memory and identity.” It operates in multiple countries and languages.

One of its current activities is to provide space for the Yes Lab, an opportunity for the Yes Men to interact with Occupy activists to create effective interventions in the political and public arena.
Diana Taylor agrees with the idea that embodied public poltiical activism is equallysignficant as self designated artists who create public art works. She is also erasing any distinction between art and activism, between the world and aesthetics.

Creative Time and the Hemispheric Institute are only a few blocks apart in NYC. Perhaps they have spoken with each other. I hope so.

The Inheritors: An Exhibition by Jo Hockenhull

We are embedded in the natural world inside and out, organs and bones;  we are in and of  the bird world, the animal world, the world of insects; some of those creatures are going to survive the human species, in the end because of our obliviousness to our place in the world.

That idea is a major theme of Jo Hockenhull’s career survey at the Washington State University Museum in Pullman, Washington. Hockenhull, a professor of art at Washington State University for many years, has roots in printmaking, but this exhibition demonstrates that she never stands still. Her work ranges from small prints to huge oil paintings, steel cut sculptures, works that evoke the arts and crafts movement in tones and density, and paintings that allude to the disjunctions of humans and the rest of the natural world using digitally generated images placed in the midst of expressive renderings of rats.

In The Inheritors,  she focuses on giant ants, with DNA helixes winding through them. Below are large transparent eggs with fetuses. Behind the ants are accurate renderings of various organs, liver, heart, kidney.  In her lecture Hockenhull spoke of how ants, who have captivated her for years, will survive after we are all gone. These huge insects are indeed the inheritors of our careless wasting of our complex planet.

Hockenhull’s watercolors are stunning. The early Penguin Nostalgia with a man and woman rendered with a sensuous contrapposto worthy of Botticelli, together with seven delightfully rendered penguins (obviously based on close observation of the behavior of these wonderful creatures), seem to be gazing at a display at an aquarium in which a turbulent sea tosses cherubs. The mid size scale of this work, makes it possible for us to feel as though we are also viewing this unusual display, although from a distance.

Many of Hockenhull’s ink drawings, done as illustrations for books, are small, with a subtle black and white decorativeness, have a strong force that counters the decorative qualities with charged purposefulness.

Yet another entirely different aesthetic is the imitation stone low relief paintings, many of them birds, another passion of the artist. She was inspired by low relief imagery in stone, but her reliefs, which can be independent square paintings, or a type of bas relief under a larger painting in a different style, all are her own personal interpretation of that ancient approach to imagery. (Upper right image below)

Hockenhull never stops exploring. I wished sometimes we could have seen more of a particular idea ( as in her Past Present Future series with the word Future crossed out, or the subtle series of paintings Sentinel Singers, inspired by Chinese funerary stele). Her interest in science comes through clearly in the large scaled xray series which were given a coherent display at the center of the exhibition. But frequently, chronology, media, and themes were broken up in the installation, disrupting our ability to follow ideas. With an artist of this intensity, that was not helpful. But nonetheless, the exhibition is an inspiration as a demonstration of the ways in which an artist can pursue multiple directions. So often today, we have the opposite, one direction, one style, one statement repeated over and over.

The theme in this retrospective is humans and nature, their interactions, their collisions, their contradictions, their connections.  This recent watercolor, Beginner’s Creek, suggests one possibltity for our peaceful future, returned to the embrace of the natural world.

Get Pullman on your fall travel map and see this exhibition!

The Pinter Festival at ACT

This is just a quick acknowledgement of a brilliant playwright and a thank you to the ACT theater for staging a Pinter Festival this summer. Harold Pinter stylistically can be placed between Samuel Beckett and Tom Stoppard in the British Theater. He lived from 1930 – 2008 and received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2006. I quoted from one of his anti war poems “God Bless America” (2003)  at the beginning of my book Art and Politics Now. It was written at the beginning of the Iraq war.

“Here they go again

The Yanks in their armored parade

Chanting their ballads of joy
As they gallop across the big world

Praising America’s God

The gutters are clogged with the dead.”

His Nobel Prize lecture in 2005 was absolutely bald in its condemnation of the US policies since World War II. Pinter’s command of language is such that the speech “Art Truth and Politics” is riveting. He begins with some brief references to several of his plays; the theme of all of them is possibilities, ambiguities, and the “search for truth” which “can never stop,” as he said.

Indeed the four plays recently presented by ACT theater,

Old Times, The Dumb Waiter, Celebration and No Man’s Land, as well as the monlogue by Henry Woolf, who was Pinter’s closest friend throughout his life,  all are populated by characters who are speaking what they think is truth, but truth that is memory, fantasy, hopes, dreams, and invention. The characters do not communicate with each other, they seem to talk beyond or through each other ( in the case of Woolf’s monologue he is actually talking to an empty chair). The famous Pinter pauses emphasizes the lack of communication. The silences in Pinter’s plays say as much as the words. ( I found myself craving pauses after seeing his plays.)

His plays are located in the living rooms, restaurants, and sometimes basements of the middle class. His characters are usually doing nothing but talk, there is no action, no plot, no story, except what the characters narrate as they basically sit in one place, with a few actions ( pouring coffee, pouring scotch) to punctuate the speeches. We can hear Shakespeare, Beckett, T.S. Eliot, the whole of English literature in these speeches. They are elegant, circuitous, and fantastically long. The other characters stand in suspended animation, with just slight changes in facial expressions, as the speaking character holds forth.

It is a completely unpromising format.

Pinter does not address anything political in his plays directly (unlike Stoppard). He prefers to lay out the tapestry of words that suggest the human soul at its most poignent and vulnerable. Since he deeply  cared about language as a crucial human attribute, the forming of words, ideas, thoughts, was difficult and necessary; it follows then that, for him,  the corruption of language by politicians is a manifestation of the death of humanity.

Pinter saw how language was being used to tell lies about Iraq, he spoke out against it. He saw how the language of the US presidents and government, words like democracy and freedom, have always been used to justify atrocities.He saw through all the language screens because he constructed so many of them himself. But his screens are full of humanity, love, and aspiration. The screens of politicians are manipulative, devious, and malignant.

In his Nobel prize speech Pinter speaks of the language of politics and its absence of truth.

” . . . the majority of politicians, on the evidence available to us, are interested not in truth, but in power and in the maintenance of that power. To maintain that power it is essential that people remain in ignorance, that they live in ignorance of the truth, even the truth of their own lives. What surrounds us therefore is a vast tapestry of lies upon which we feed.”

When we view his plays, we feel claustrophobic, we feel trapped in a small space, but we slowly realize that the only escape is through language, words that expand that space, that define the individuals, that reach backward in time and forward into the future. From those armchairs, we experience a sensation of the human spirit taking flight though imagination.

That is why we feel so trapped today, because the language of the public arena does not allow any escape, it is fantasy without any basis in humanity.

It is fabrication created in order to destroy, kill, and gain power. We live our lives, our ordinary lives, against a backdrop of massive delusional power  that is undermining everything we care about, that is physically destroying our country, not in the same way that we are destroying other countries, but just as relentlessly. Why on earth do we have so many homeless, so many without jobs, without health care, so many without any way to go forward, such struggling schools,  as we pour resources into war and weapons making.

Here’s to Pinter, one of the great writers and thinkers to bring together art and politics through his extraordinary command of the English language and all of its nuances. And it is the absence of nuance that he saw as the most revealing of the deadly goals of political discourse. For Pinter, lack of nuance means, lack of imagination, lack of thought, and in the end, lack of life.

Aborignial Paintings Preserve Ancestral Dreams and Maybe the Future as Well

In case you wish you were out of the city, for only another two weeks ( until Sept 2), you can take a vicarious trip to the Australian deserts and shores at the Ancestral Modern Exhibition at the Seattle Art Museum.

The exhibition is filled with sweeping paintings and dramatic sculptures. Many appear abstract, but actually depict insects, animals, birds, vegetation, people,  and land forms. These are no empty deserts! They are rich with rock holes, sand hills, bush foods ( raisins, edible mushrooms, fruits, grubs, vines, bananas, yams and much more). We see lizards, geese, shark, whale, crocadiles, kangaroos, possum, wallaby,  and also people (usually represented by an abstract shape). These paintings also use ancient and contemporary symbols to tell stories, often stories that are morality tales of appropriate behavior.

The sense of color, abstract shapes, scale, stroke, texture is a feast for the eyes, but the stories, fables, and dreams are a feast for the spirit.

These artists believe that the land owns them rather than the other way around. We feel their reverence as we look at these paintings.

In the photograph above, taken at the press preview, two young aboriginal artists are creating a sacred space in the first room of the exhibition.Ismail Marka and Jamie Widenmeier travelled from Australia to make sure that the more than 100 paintings and sculptures from the Levi and Kaplan  Collection (a  promised gift to the museum), would be appropriately introduced with a sacred space.

They created an elliptical boat- like shape in the sand. This boat represents where life and death intersect. In the boat are three hollow eucalyptus logs, each carved by a different artist and filled with symbolism. These logs are the traditional burial site for the bones of a deceased person in Amhem Land.   Near it is a video of a dance Yingapungapu envisioning the passage between life and death.

Another painting by a collaborative group of men, the Spinifex Men’s Collaborative is called Two Men Story. This work is one of many conceptual maps created as symbolic title deeds in a native title claim to land in West Australia in the Great Victoria Desert. It includes the story of an old snake deep under ground and father and son snakes who journey through the desert.

The details of the painting represent land forms as well as snake tracks, and ancestral myths. But this painting adds another layer to the story. The Aboriginal peoples were forced off of this land by nuclear testing and the snakes are also the tire tracks of the trucks that took them away from their land. Today, the land is, apparently, once again inhabitable. But those black tracks reach into prehistory to represent a frightening snake, and into the present to represent the invasion of people who destroyed the land.

Most of the paintings do not refer to destruction, but all of them are acts of cultural preservation, an effort to make sure that their culture does not disappear. Ricky Maynard of the Wik people, declared in 2001

“to know the meaning of culture you must recognize the limits and meaning of your own. You can see its facts but you cannot see its meaning . We share meaning by living it. Wik people have been fighting for decades for their country [ their rights were recognized in 1996] – this passage of time has come at a high cost in denial, depression and death. How could we even begin to understand the suffering – yet the people still continue with their strong beliefs of spiritual ancestry and dreaming.”

Two Brothers Dreaming

And dreaming is the overarching theme of the entire exhibition. Many of these paintings are dreams, not only of people, but of a creature like the crocodle, or a potato bush, or a kingfisher or an old woman.

Bush Hen Dreaming

The aboriginal artists today are creating within the longest enduring culture on the planet; they remind us of how short has been the times of destruction, our extract culture. If only we could listen to the stories and dreams of these paintings and give into to the land, instead of believing we can use it or exploit it, perhaps we have a future.

Something will survive our current era, but it may not be the human race. Much more likely is the extraordinary thorny devil lizard who survives in the harsh desert of Australia by drinking the dew that lands on its own spikes.

The alternative reality represented by these artists is compelling They may perhaps be showing us another means of survival.  They see in a desert many types of food as well as watering holes, rather than desolation or monetary wealth. Their homes are the land, rather than a structure built on top of the land,  If we can learn from that, perhaps we can survive also.

Reading Poetry while on a Camping Trip

One of my favorite activities is to read poetry out loud to my camping partner, or to myself, in the woods, when my mind is cleared of the distractions of electronics, life’s petty minutiae, and its big struggles, not to mention the news.

What is left is resting my eyes on a non linear forest, large old growth trees following their own way in the forest, with lush green ferms and other undergrowth filling the rest of my vision. Or allowing the logs of the beach to overwhelm me with their unexpected arrangements. Sculptors must always despair when they look at nature. How can they possibly compete.

Or gazing far out to sea and adjusting to subtle shades of grey, silver, and tawny browns on an overcast day (much more restful than sunshine). Although on this trip I was overcome with sadness, as I looked at the petrified trees (ancient enormous trees whose roots are like huge snarling birds or beasts or smaller, smoother pieces that are calm resigned sea otters and bears)  warning us of the apocalypse we are creating on our planet. In their whiteness, barely emerging from the sand, is the end of our world.

So,to return to my theme,  I took three types of poetry on this trip,

First I had

Beloved Community, the Sisterhood of Homeless Women in Poetry, poetry by women who are or were homeless , some of the poems the result of workshops run by SHARE/WHEEL, an empowerment project for homeless women. SHARE stands for Seattle Housing and Resource Effort, WHEEL stands for Women Housing and Enhancement League. The link is to an excellent review with several quotes from the poets.

Second I had

the most recent issue of Calyx, a Journal of Art and Literature by Women that has been going for 36 years and just has transitioned to a new editor very successfully. This journal has poetry, short fiction, art work, and in this issue interviews and a essay honoring Audre Lorde. Here is a link to an excerpt. 

Third I had

The most recent issue of the New Yorker, which had only two poems. one called The Cello by Ruth Padel , and Eggs by Kay Ryan, coincidentally both women.

So all of this was poetry by women.

As I read some random poems in Beloved Community, about being cold, about being in the street, about being on the edge of life, all of the words were strong, all of the images clear. It was really affecting.

As I read the poetry from Calyx about women at different stages of their lives, experiencing various crisis or change, I was also deeply affected. I felt a sense of beauty and deep feeling in these poems.

As I read the two poems from the New Yorker,  the pinnacle of publishing for a poet, I had to read them over and over. The first one called The Cello by Ruth Padel was full of images that, for me, didn’t cohere. The second, Eggs, by Kay Ryan, was much more compelling, short, coherent, and full of a sense of profound loss. But no stronger in its emotion than many of the poems in Beloved Community or Calyx.

This blog,  Art and Politics Now, is dedicated to celebrating women who are homeless  and overcome life’s adversity to write poetry, or women who are less known and will probably never publish in the New Yorker but who have a voice that sings.  One of the two poets in the New Yorker, Kay Ryan, has won a Pulitzer prize and been poet laureate of the US,  She is definately a great poet and I will read more poems by her.

But overall, I want to emphasize that ordinary people are brilliant, but they don’t have time to think about it, because they are just filled with the act of getting through their lives.

As my friend Anitra Freeman (one of the poets in Beloved Community and an editor of Real Change News, another homeless empowerment project) declared, it makes you really sad to think of all the amazing talent that is lost because of life’s difficulties.   Among the homeless population are many many poets. Among the population in general are many poets. The tiny group that publish in the New Yorker are accomplished poets, but they are certainly not the only ones!!!!

A Remarkable First Thursday in Seattle

Last night I started at the Ethnic Heritage Art Gallery in the Seattle Municipal Building on the third floor. The exhibition “Portraits” curated by Blanca Santander included works by herself

Alfredo Arreguin

Fulgencio Lazo, GLoria Ruiz, Jose Orantes, Rene Julio,

Tatiana Garmendia,

and Tomas Oliva.

I talked to several of the artists. The theme of Portraits was strikingly developed in a lot of different styles. I am providing links above to artists with web sites.

Rene Julio’s Immigrant was a self portrait. I discovered that he is mainly a mural artist, with striking murals in various restaurants in the Seattle area.

These artists are, of course, well known in Seattle, some more than others. What is intriguing is that the need for an Ethnic Heritage Gallery is still with us. Preston Hampton, assisted by a team of curators, all employees with the city created this gallery out of whole cloth.  Preston got some space and the Gallery now has four shows a year, representing different ethnic groups. The exhibitions include major artists as well as emerging artists.

From there we went to the “Skid Row” exhibition at OlsonKundig Architects StoreFront.  According to their press release “Skid Row” is “a multimedia installation that focuses on innovative individuals and organizations in Seattle’s historic Pioneer Square neighborhood who are working to eradicate poverty and homelessness in the Puget Sound region. Like other [storefront] installations, Skid Road is a social practice experiment where everyone is welcome and nothing is for sale.

The installation includes the work of two artists: Mary Larson and Ronald Debs Ginther (below, one of a group of 60 watercolors that belong to the Washington State Historical Society. They are on display there until November 4. Ginther observed these scenes during the 1930s, but he painted most of them in the 1960s.

Mary Larson’s work is amazing. She creates portraits of her clients as she works at a public health facility. She has a relationship with the people she is painting and you can see that in their cheerful countenances. In the captions, we learn just a little about them, and the price of the work is in donations to Food Banks ( 750 cans of food, 1,250 sandwiches) . This photo doesn’t do her paintings  justice. They are really highly saturated paintings. On the lower right is a former opera singer and he performed at the opening:

The exhibition also has beautifully designed display boards about seven different organizations that support homeless services in Pioneer Square. There is hope to have a roundtable discussion with representatives from these groups some of whom definately don’t agree with one another ( as in the controversy about the Committee To End Homelessness.) The groups are

Bread of Life Mission
Chief Seattle Club
Committee to End Homelessness in King County
Compass Housing Alliance
DESC (formerly Downtown Emergency Service Center)
Real Change
Seattle Housing and Resource Effort (SHARE)
Women’s Housing Equality and Enhancement League (WHEEL).

King County Committee to End Homelessness

Next stop was Gallery 4 Culture and the art of Nicki Sucec. She is standing in front of her sculpture made from helicopter blades, cut into a wing like structure. The exhibition is called “Ascension.” Sucec has done some wonderful projects honoring homeless people ( look at her website). This exhibition was honoring people who have overcome severe adversity (Ginny Ruffner for example). It included portraits and audio for each person.

Finally we went to the new design studio/art gallery cmd.p located on 2nd and Yesler. It is a collaboration between the Sanctuary Art  and Efflux Creations. This is an impressive partnering. Sanctuary Art Center provides opportunities for homeless youth ages 13 – 25 to be creatie in many media. The director I spoke with Caroline Falt, is a dynamic and committed young women. The art works at cmd.p are for sale and 90 per cent of the money goes to the youth. The design studio is also a way for young people to have internships and to create a product they can sell ( silk screened tee shirts were on sale last night. It was a wonderful opening, with music performed by some of the youth. Usually I leave First Thursday in despair with the meaninglessness of the art. Last night I was inspired by the creative spirit alive in these exhibitions.