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I’ll heat the seat

8:06 AM Number 18. Kiss

“I’ll heat the seat” was the last sentence she said before he closed the door and she walked down the stairs, took the bike through the hipster area, along the lakes, along the lines, crossed the immigrant area, reached the posher one where she found the queue. On the way she had counted 2 persons with slightly darker skin. Here there was a queue of 17. The bell rang, it was 8 o’clock and a woman opened the door, gave them a number and a the COPENHAGEN post. They all sat down, facing the desks and the aquarium. And the sign with numbers. It was not lit yet, but next to it was another sign: EXPECTED WAITING TIME IN MINUTES. While writing this sentence it moved from 009 to 011. And the office was not open yet. Only slowly getting full. One kid, having a soft drink. Others sitting in silence apart from the neighbouring guy talking on the phone. The only other blond in the room. Legs moving, up and down. Impatience.

8:07 AM :)2 kisses.

”Lad os ligeledes på dette sted fremhæve, at der under hans fobi er en umiskendelige fortrængning at [sic] disse to hos ham veludviklede komponenter af seksualaktiviteter. Han skammer sig over at urinere i andres påsyn, anklager sig selv for at røre ved tissemanden, anstrenger sig også for at opgive onanien og væmmes ved ‘pølse’, ‘tis’ og alt, hvad der minder derom. I fantasien om barneplejen tilbagekalder han denne sidste fortrængning.”[i]

8:40 AM The residency permit sales has begun :-B

“Good morning and welcome to the Danish Immigration service…In the Information Desk you can get information about passport and resident permit cards…On the digital newspaper you can get information about how to behave in the immigration centre…We give service to all applicants in order of numbers”

Why is it that even in an immigration office the voice over mimics a flight attendant explaining the safety instructions? “There are four exit doors, two on each side of the airplane equipped with slide rafts that automatically inflate. There are also four window exits over the wings equipped with evacuation slides. Each exit is marked with a sign overhead…To ensure your safety, your seatbelt should be fastened at all times when you’re seated…”[ii]

8:40 AM Buy 2 please.

“Wireless Network. While you are waiting you can use our wireless network – please contact Information for password and logon.”

She goes to the Information Desk, there is no information about internet and the queue is long. EXPECTED WAITING TIME IN MINUTES  043. Thursday seems to be a decent day. EXPECTED WAITING TIME IN MINUTES 044. “Syrian refugees receive Danish support” says the COPENHAGEN post on the neighbouring table. The telephone guy is gone and now there is an almost blond guy with glasses, short hair a brown sweater, jeans and brown leather shoes. He could look like a classical musician.

8:51 AM Now number 18. Waiting for you and number 35 @-}–

Well, they all seem friendly, the people behind the desk. Another kid. Sweet curls. Big eyes. Panorama. Up and down. Oh, a cup of black tea. EXPECTED WAITING TIME IN MINUTES 051. Yesterday, they paid 6.270 DKK for the green card residency permit application. It seems like…a lot.

8:56 AM phone call. “Am in front of the ice cream place, just to check so I don’t do it wrong. Should I go left towards where we lived before or right toward the centre? The ice cream place on the square? Go left, it will be on your left hand side. Before Føtex. OK. It went fast, no, from you came till number 18. Yes. Now it’s number 25 and we are number 35. OK. A kiss. And see you soon.”

Trying to sit straight. The pain in the shoulder and arm is climbing up on her from the right side. “Jamen, det står her. Det kan godt forlænges.” Sentences sneak out from the desk area.

They also have to fill out the form. It’s not there, in the folders on the wall, she can’t do it before him, before his arrival.

Today her ears are not scratching. Only the neck. Hair is down, even though it creates heat and increases the scratching underneath. “Questions can be answered at the Information Desk” EXPECTED WAITING TIME IN MINUTES 050. Now it’s number 31. 32. EXPECTED WAITING TIME IN MINUTES 047. Number 33.

“Learn Danish! Ballerup Sprogcenter.” And a smiling row of teeth. the COPENHAGEN post. “Refugees aided, rebels frustrated”. A hooded guy in a corner with a kalashnikof. the COPENHAGEN post. Now also teens are queueing for the Information Desk. Lip balm. Dry air. “Har du en kuglepen?” “Ja” “Må jeg låne een?” “Ja. Sort er nok bedst, ikke” How does the woman know she’s not Russian, like all the French and Chilean guys thought? “Foto og lydoptagelser forbudt” Number 35. “Tak ska du ha’” “Tak ska du ha’”. “Tryk! Udad, udad” Two happy faces leave the office. Number 36. No scandal. “Så du skal betale gebyrer?”

EXPECTED WAITING TIME IN MINUTES 054. “Så når du er i Danmark…”

A nice cup of tea. Maybe even a chai tea. With whipped cream. Cinnamon. Floffy milk. Oh. “PAS” “INFORMATION” “UDGANG/EXIT”

“…middelalderlige lærde brugte tegnet til at markere, hvor man skulle trække vejret i forbindelse med recitation.”[iii] Breath, breath, breath, breath, breath, breath, breath, breath, breath.

“Andersens Wank er en konceptuel bog, hvor skriften forholder sig mere til et koncept end til slutproduktet – altså hvor produktionsmåden er vigtigere end hvad der produceres.”[iv] It makes her wondering whether this text she is now writing is rather a sort of process writing, where the process is more important than the outcome. At least this is how she feels. To get something out of this time. Of this seat-heating, extended time. EXPECTED WAITING TIME IN MINUTES 063. Waiting for the call that says, hi, I’m on my way. Of getting the documents handed over and the temporary application-processing residency permit confirmed. Number 41. Third number passed, now jumping to 48, 56, 70, 82, 92. EXPECTED WAITING TIME IN MINUTES 065. There is a smell of ashtray, that smell that sometimes infiltrates the clothes of heavy smokers.

The neighbour with the brown sweater and the brown shoes leaves the office. Slight smile, slight relief? Slight disappointment? And a baby, coming out of the toilet. Hanging on her mother’s arm. Doors opening and closing with an empty metal sound. The sound of the next number in the queue, up-down, bim-bim.

These fish in the aquarium. Yellow, blue, black and grey. Counting. Stops, 50? 40? Too little space, too little water? Rocks and sound, air bubbles into the water, dividing the waiting area from the desk area. Breast feeding and a woman with weak legs. “Hvis du lige flytter den stol, der.” … “Det ser ikke så slemt ud.” … “Alt efter hva…….” … “Det er nummer 71…” EXPECTED WAITING TIME IN MINUTES 071. EXPECTED WAITING TIME IN MINUTES 072.

9:52 AM All fine? :-*

EXPECTED WAITING TIME IN MINUTES 074

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9:55 AM Yes now leaving the copy place. Kiss.

Number 48…………….

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“Last week, figures from Infomedia revealed that in 2006, at the peak of the Mohammed cartoon crisis, the national newspapers wrote an average of 14 articles a day on Islam and integration. Five years on and those figures have halved.” the COPENHAGEN post. EXPECTED WAITING TIME IN MINUTES 069

Her neighbours on the left side. “Jeg tror det er den her form vi skal udfylde. Jeg går lige op og spø’r. Du er asylansøger, ik’? Og dit pas udløber i juni. Ja, så er det godt at du får et nyt. Men jeg forstår ikke for her står der det udløb i 2004?”

“Nej, den er for børn, du skal tage den der nede.”

“Hvem ringer, Skat? It’s Nim. Hvem er Nim? I Don’t know.”

10:06 AM Ok. Now on my way to you. 3 kisses.

10:07 AM 3 kisses for the bike ride

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Hot chocolate from the automate. Identical with the one they had at the folk school where she grew up. 4 years old. Playing in the hallways. Ping pong. Whirling around until getting dizzy. Falling. Automate hot chocolate. The best part was the foam. On top.

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Tasteless.

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EXPECTED WAITING TIME IN MINUTES 078

EXPECTED WAITING TIME IN MINUTES 079

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[i] Freud, Sigmund &Place, Vanessa. ”Little Hans” in Andersens Wank. Århus: Edition After Hand, 2012, p. 90

[ii] http://airforces.fr/2010/12/02/flight-attendants-safety-instructions-with-script/

[iii] Place, Vanessa. Andersens Wank. Copenhagen: AfterHand, 2012, p. 97 (footnote)

[iv] Ibid. p. 94

Thanks to applicants and staff in The Danish Immigration Service, Thursday March 15.




Suit Case
March 8, 2012, 12:59 pm
Filed under: bla bla on writing and language, Kunst / Art


Prologue. Santiago de Chile. Nov. 9. 2011.

Suitcases are an obsession of mine these weeks. I have dreamt about them four nights in a row. Curious to find meaning in such a serial experience I searched online and found dreammood.com and dreamdoctor.com. Following their dictionaries dreaming about a suitcase symbolizes that you are a ”very composed, together person”, in need of a much wanted vacation or looking for a ”change of scenery in your life”. Yet, does the suitcase appear unpacked in your dream, you are not prepared for the coming transition and is it over-packed you are too heavily tied to your emotional baggage. They ask; is it ”time to release the past, so that you may successfully arrive at your future?” I think so, yes, I answer the dream interpreter, it is time to let go of some of the content of the suitcase in order to prepare for a trip to the future open for new acquisitions on the way.

 

Santiago de Chile. Nov. 10.

During the past decades the working conditions for art writers have changed. Art history and art practices have turned global not only for a small avant garde and it necessarily asks of art writers to reconsider the way in which they interpret contemporary global art practices and relate to traditional art history. In short, how to go about referencing. There are many ways of interpreting artworks and to delimit and coherently direct the possibilities, art history as a discipline serves as a consecrated net in which to place an artwork and connect it with historical periods and works of other artists. Such a manoeuvre, successfully done, lines up the art historic genealogy of the work and adds a trajectory of artistic concepts, techniques and forms that both enhance the content of the analysis, place the artwork in a context and validates its existence in the world. So far, this is largely done within the framework of a tradition of Western art history, but with an increasingly globalised and culturally diverse art scene the following question has to be posed; how can one as an art writer establish artwork genealogies, when art and art history turn global the way in which they do today? You could add; is it time to release the past, so that we may successfully arrive at our future?

Cambridge, Massachusetts. Oct 19.

The point of departure for the above posed question has been on the way for a while and materialized itself in a public mid-term review session at the MIT Program in Art, Culture and Technology in mid October 2011. An MA student, Giacomo Castagnola, presented a project he developed as part of Proyecto Coyote at the independent project space Taller 7 in Medellín in Colombia during the biennial Encuentro Internacional de Medellín MDE11: Enseñar y aprender. Lugares del conocimiento en el arte in 2011 (MDE11: Teaching and Learning. Sites of Knowledge Through Art). Proyecto Coyote, curated by the independent curator Lucía Sanromán, invited artists residing in Tijuana in Mexico to create work based on different neighbourhoods in Medellín. Castagnola chose to work on the area called Moravia and he told us during the review that it has undergone a significant change in the past years. A decade ago it was affected by delinquency, unemployment, drug addiction, drug trading and class inequality, but now it is a blossoming area with a cultural sector that the population has appropriated and generated in their own way. As the project description of Proyecto Coyote reads, the change came through “processes of civic regeneration through art and cultural activism in response to the social and physical decomposition caused by “narco“ violence in Medellín especially during the decades of the 1980s and 1990s.” The situation of Medellín in the 80-90’s is not unlike the one of Tijuana today, so, inspired by the pedagogical theme of the biennial the curatorial concept consisted in asking artists to learn from the successful development in Moravia and teach their lesson in Tijuana through artistic and cultural production – as a coyote smuggling knowledge and information across the border.

 

Castagnola’s project Moravia archive, social construction from Medellín to Tijuana: a project about tranference of knowledge consists of an unfoldable cardboard display containing different documents all related to social and cultural initiatives in Moravia. The display measures approximately 2×3 meters and can be folded so as to fit an old, red suitcase of Castagnola’s in which to be transported to Tijuana. The idea with the display was to collect material that reflect the positive change in Moravia and send it to Tijuana as an optimistic example of how to exit the extreme violence in which Tijuana and its citizens find themself.

After the presentation Castagnola and I set up a meeting to exchange ideas and thoughts one of the following days. It was in this conversation that he showed me photos of the micro-economies in Peru, Colombia and Mexico, which are carried by one person and can unfold into a small street shop. As he is an architect by education, the aesthetics and the for m of micro-economies had inspired him in his work, also in working with the Moravia archive. This source of aesthetic and formal inspiration did not come up in the review session, which is maybe why one of the reviewers finished the session by referring to Marcel Duchamp’s Boîte en Valise. An obvious reference in terms of formal gestures, however, Castagnola, did not create the display thinking of that reference. Instead, he focused on creating a portable imaginary inspired by the formal aesthetics of informal economies recognizable in both Medellín and Tijuana and thus, I would argue, a means of visual communication that could be easily inserted and appropriated in Tijuana. The form had a practical and contextual function, not an art historical one.

Williamstown, Massachusetts. Nov. 5.

A few weeks later in the conference In the Wake of the “Global Turn”: Practices for an Exploded Art History Without Borders at the Clark Art Institute I happened to discuss this experience of referencing with the art historian and critic T.J. Demos. The interpretive mechanism puzzled me. The reference of the Moravia archive was automatically made to Duchamp and I wondered what it meant for the analysis, if anything, that the aesthetic source was in fact something entirely different. Something which moreover exists due to specific socio-political and economic conditions that one would not recognize without an intimate knowledge about the context.

The conversation ended at the problem of connecting artworks mainly by form, something Demos referred to as pseudomorphosis. Pseudomorphosis is an act of mis-projected referencing where two artworks, across periods in time, get connected because they share the same form or formal gestures. Erwin Panofsky defines the concept in Tomb Sculpture. Four Lessons on its Changing Aspects from Ancient Egypt to Bernini from 1964 this way: “The emergence of a form A morphologically analogous to or even identical with a form B, yet entirely unrelated to it from a genetic point of view” (p. 26-27). However, already in the canonical work Studies in Iconology. Humanistic Themes in the Art of the Renaissance from 1939 he works out the concept by showing how “certain Renaissance figures became invested with a meaning which, for all their classicizing appearance, had not been present in their classical prototypes.” Meaning is added to an object or artwork, he argued, because it is identical to a similar object, which carries such meaning. The point is that two identical forms can develop across time without necessarily being related or invested with the same meaning.

From Panofsky’s iconographic articulation of the concept the art critic and historian Yve-Alain Bois places it into a 20th century context by discarding comparisons especially of paintings with lookalikes from earlier periods and other genres. In the talk “Pseudomorphism: What to make of Look-alikes?” from November 2007 at the Department of Visual Arts at the University of Chicago he mentions the comparison of tantric paintings with paintings by Kazimir Malevich and Alphonse Allais’ caricature and framed white image Première communion de jeunes filles chlorotiques par un temps de neige from 1893 with white monochromes by Robert Rauschenberg, Pierre Manzoni and Robert Ryman. Such comparisons by likeness can also happen among contemporaries, as Bois cites artist Sol LeWitt for having said. Examples are Manzoni and Ryman, who are said to be similar because of their white monochromes, and Joseph Beuys and Robert Morris who both use felt. Such “petty gossips” do not look at the oeuvre as such, only tendencies or lookalike qualities. However, it is difficult not to do it, Bois adds, as depicting resemblances is at the “astethic heart of human knowledge”. However, ignorance is key, the less one knows about the context and the period, the more one enacts pseudomorphisis. And the danger of such a formal identification, Bois points out, is to project content from one artwork to the other, thus mis-aligning artworks into an already existing order of art.

So far so good, artworks, as the theoretical assertion above states, should not only be compared due to formal resemblance, but also due to a historical contextualization. This statement, however, should today be expanded to also include cultural contexts. The art scene is a complex arena after the global turn, where artists, curators and writers work in sometimes incompatible cultural contexts with unlike art histories and thus are open to pseudomorphological interpretive acts.

Irvine, California. Dec. 7.

There are two levels on which the current global turn of art operates that should be highlighted here; international exhibitions and growing mobility among artists, curators and art historians. The former is accentuated by the transnational focus of mega-exhibitions (fermented and consolidated with Documenta X and XI curated by Catherine David and Okwui Enwezor. Recent examples are the Sao Paulo Biennial 2010 and the Istanbul Biennial 2009 and 2011) and an art history, which is increasingly happening and written not only on European and North American territory. Growing mobility, however, questions what it does to the actors on the art scene to either work globally or to be presented to art from other cultural contexts at ‘home’. Chinese, Middle Eastern, South American, Indian and African contemporary art scenes have gone worldwide the past fifteen years and it asks all actors to reconsider what has been the shared knowledge so far and what should be it in the future. With increased circulation and convergence we might ask which systems of references we use and what references we call attention to when we connect things – be it artworks, art histories, socio-political contexts and forms. Are we in need of building up new common references or other ways of referencing?

Williamstown, Massachusetts. Nov. 4.

The scenario of automatic referencing appeared again at the Clark Art Institute. Here, it was the Brazilian art historian and theorist Renata Camargo Sá who showed the work of a young Brazilian artist that at a first glance sent my thoughts back to a colorful Agnes Martin, but which, she explained, was work based on forms and aesthetics from the street in Brazil; last year’s summer clothing fashion and goods wrapped in plastic and brown scotch. Even though I have been to Brazil, have lived in South America and am aware and fascinated by such phenomena, the abstraction was high and I did not think of a street phenomena as its reference. I went straight to known traditions of a known art history. Being self-reflexively aware of that instant interpretive move it became clear that how we establish open mechanisms of interpretations in the engagement with artworks is a great challenge of the future. It reminded me of a German colleague who during MFA studies in Santiago de Chile was told by students and professors that they could not give feedback to her work as it was (too) “German”. They thus implied that it was beyond their reach because of national and cultural difference and that they needed another set of references with which to understand her work.

Los Angeles. Dec. 9

Let us now, however, return to the suitcase of Duchamp. Because, even though the reference made to it was not intended by Castagnola it can add interesting layers to the Moravia archives. In the article “Duchamp’s Boîte en Valise: Between Institutional Acculturation and Geopolitical Displacement” Demos argues that Boîte en Valise unfolds how context and conditions shape the work of an artist; in the case of Duchamp, it was the exile to the US during World War II that made him place the box, boîte, of miniatures of his artworks into a suitcase, en valise, so that he could send them by boat across the ocean. The form and the aesthetics of the artwork were thus conditioned by the circumstances in which it was created. Demos moreover proposes an aesthetic of the suitcase, which is characterized by the “qualities of mobility, compactness, fragmentation, miniaturization, and the impulses toward nostalgic collection and portable containment” (p. 9).

However, the condition of geopolitical exile of Duchamp, as Demos frames it, is a particular one, one that is embedded in the “modernist homelessness” described by Rosalind Krauss (p. 16), of cutting off ties to the national and thereby also to a national, historical moment and its specific, national iconography. For Duchamp, this came about particularly in the work of the suitcase, which in itself embodies mobility. Moreover, that Duchamp chose to bring reproductions of his work in a suitcase also implied the act of re-defining the museum institution by reducing it to a portable miniature exhibition space. Other redefinitions of the museum was brought about by the modern condition of homelessness, which prepared art for mobility and also cleared the exhibition space into the white cube in order for it to contain artworks without reference to a particular context.

Demos notes in the article that we are more open to works like Duchamp’s suitcase today due to our continuous struggle with the modern condition of homelessness and geopolitical dislocation. Coming back to the Moravia archive the conditions that bring about the aesthetics of the suitcase in this work is not a geopolitical exile, rather, the piece reflects Castagnola’s unhindered mobility, a nomadic life and engagement with different and specific socio-political contexts. Castagnola used the suitcase as a link between the realities of a community, which he extracted, folded, packed and sent to be received and inserted in a community elsewhere. Using the aesthetics of the suitcase in this case unfolds an artist’s will to interfere in and connect people’s living conditions using the mobile aesthetics of these particular and popular contexts. The social aesthetic of the suitcase grows out of an economic limitation of possessions and out of using what is there, the existing possibilities, on the level of the individual in concordance with the objects and materials at hand. In the case of the Moravia Archive content and form goes hand in hand with the social responsibility of the artist.

Copenhagen. Dec. 16.

Coming back to the main question in this essay about mis-interpretation and mis-referencing it is not so that the reference to Duchamp is wrong, in fact, together with the analysis of Demos it can unfold how a suitcase, the objects it carries and its carrier are embodied in the specific conditions for artistic production and socio-political realities in which they exist and respond. However, to have knowledge about the sociopolitical contexts help to make the analysis resonate in its complexity. Yet, there seem to be one consideration to give thought to. How will the future methodology of art historians, theorists and writers take shape if they both have to gain an overview knowledge about art on a global scale and contextually very specific knowledge related to the artwork in question? It seems like an insurmountable task, but if it is not done, how to write about art in its intricacies in the wake of the global turn?

When discussing this question with my PhD supervisor at the University of Copenhagen, Anne Ring Petersen, she referred to the literary scholar Franco Moretti and his concept of distant reading as opposed to close readings – which the literary tradition hold in high regard. Distant reading is based on statistics of formal gestures of literature or background information (year and country of publishing, gender of the author, genre etc.), as a way to grapple world literature in its massiveness. In fact, at Stanford University Department of English where Moretti is a professor, they work with computer-generated analyses of literature feeding computers with an enormous amount of digital data in order to show general tendencies and developments, sometimes over centuries.

The readings proposed in this text do not point toward such an approach because they focus on the particularity of individual art works, not statistics. Still, applying Moretti’s literary concept of distant reading to global contemporary art history is helpful. It brings about the acknowledgement of the impossibility of close readings of artworks when operating on a global art scene. Yet, it is indeed important to know the contexts in which artworks are created in order only to refer back to a canonical art history when it is constructive. And not because it happens automatically. Inevitably, the analytical grip has to loosen in order to look up and out at the world and then into sources about the context one is writing about. My proposal for a future methodology includes conducting interviews with artists and art historians of the context/s in which the artwork in question is embedded. Tending toward a sociological research methodology is productive as it opens up for other types of referencing. Contemporary art history is still in the making, so the art historical writer of contemporary art has to create his or her own empirical material as well as knowing his or her art historical material. This is a double task, yet, only when we stop referring by default to canonical art history and start listening to other histories, art history will become global.

Epilogue. LAX Airport. Dec. 11. 2011.

In half an hour the bag drop will open and I can descend to the floor below and check in my two suitcases. They have been my companions the last two months in and out of airports, train stations and bus terminals. One was intentionally empty at departure and is now stuffed with books, prints, drafts and exhibition leaflets.

It is not improbable to dream about suitcases in such a stage, and even less when one is obsessed with how to deal with the inheritance of references and referencing. As with the Moravia Archive of Castagnola, it implies responsibility to live, work and operate between contexts and countries. For the art writer, this responsibility transfers into being attentive toward the not yet known as well as knowing when to ignore the known. I am off to the bag drop, ready to move on.

Image Captions

Image 1: Giacomo Castagnola, Moravia Archive Project, Medellín- Colombia, 2011

Image 2-5: Scott Berzofsky, Moravia Archive in Process of Unfolding, MIT, Cambridge, Massachusetts, 2011

Image 6-7: Moravia Archive in Process of Unfolding, Mid-review of the course Zones of Emergency: Artistic Interventions – Creative Responses to Conflict & Crisis, MIT Program in Art, Culture and Technology, MIT, Cambridge, Massachusetts, 201. Photograph by Nadia Volicer

Image 8: Giacomo Castagnola, Recuperar Cooperative’s Interview, Medellín- Colombia, 2011

Image 9: Recuperar Cooperative’s Archive, Moravia’s Dumpster, Medellín- Colombia, 1958

Image 10: Giacomo Castagnola, Teen Hip Hop Dancers in Moravia’s Cultural Centre, Medellín- Colombia, 2011

Image 11: Giacomo Castagnola, Metro Cable, Medellín- Colombia, 2011

Image 12: Marcel Duchamp, Boite-en-Valise. 1935-1940

Image 13: Giacomo Castagnola, Suitcase Street Vendor, Medellín – Colombia, 2011

Image 14-15: Giacomo Castagnola, Cardboard CDs Street Vendor, Medellín – Colombia, 2011

Image 16: Giacomo Castagnola, Bread Street Vendor, Lima- Peru, 2011

Image 17: Giacomo Castagnola, Clamatos Street Vendor, Tijuana- México, 2011

Image 18: Kazimir Malevich. Black Square and Red Square. 1915

Image 19: Unknown. Tantric painting




Text tasks and verb lists

Texts, reading and writing came out to be the topic of October and November last year. First, in the workshop Verb Lists – Knowledge Done Again at the conference Mobilityshifts : International Future of Learning Summit at New School in New York and later, in a talk about Roles and Relations in Artistic Research at the ISCP International Studio & Curatorial Program, a talk which nevertheless morphed into a collective reading-writing session.

   

The workshop Verb Lists – Knowledge Done Again was developed from a symposium held in Copenhagen in June 2011 with the University of Copenhagen, Freïe Universität and Goldsmiths University of London, which I co-organized with Adam Drewes, Katrine Dirckinck-Holmfeld, Martin Glaz Serup and Trine Friis Sørensen. The symposium was called How to do things with academia and questioned traditional ways of organizing and performing academia. All participants submitted, instead of an abstract, a manual of how to do something differently with and in academia. Divided into 5 groups some 30 people worked intensively over a period of 3 days to create 5 collective manuals, which were printed and performed the last day.

  

In my group (consisting of Thorbjørn Becjman, Jürgen Bohm, Paola Crespi, Janis Jefferies, Trine Friis Sørensen and myself) we had DIY universities as our topic and somehow ended up creating a circular manual of “doing” as such inspired by Richard Serra’s Verb List from 1967-68. We literally read the verbs out loud, performed them, video recorded it and then asked others to interpret our movements thereby generating a new list of verbs. The new list of verbs was then performed, recorded, interpreted etc. creating a never ending manual translating verbs into action, actions into verbs and text into image, image into text.
 
The transformation of verbs to physical movements inspired Trine Friis Sørensen and I to translate the manual into the driving force of a workshop for the Mobilityshifts conference in October 2011 at the New School in New York. With a critical intention to question the discourse of the “educational turn”, which has influenced the European art scene the last decades, we decided to look at core texts from the discourse in terms of what verbs they use and thus what actions they ask us readers to perform. We were interested in asking if the sometimes abstract and idealistic theory, which we both are inspired of in our work, could be grounded and materialized in simply performing the verbs of the texts.

 

We chose to work with Jacques Ranciere’s The Ignorant Schoolmaster: Five lessons in Intellectual Emancipation, Irit Rogoff’s article “Turning”, Anton Vidokle’s “Exhibition as School: unitednationsplaza” and the text material from the Mobilityshifts conference itself. From these texts we chose central paragraphs and extracted the verbs into two verb lists. During the two hours we were scheduled to do the workshop we divided the participants into two groups, asked them to perform the verbs of one of the verb lists, recorded them doing it and swapped the videos for the other group to interpret their movements.

 

The reactions were many, some understood the concept without further questions and jumped easily into the exercise, others questioned everything. Roughly, some expected to learn a useful teaching method, others were happy staying with an open situation in which an experiment was being carried out and in which the means were more important than ends. Finally, we never really discussed the actual discourse of the “educational turn” (it was not clear how present this discourse was among the participants, we assumed that they were well informed as the conference material referred to initiatives considered part of it), but somehow we ended up performing it instead. To stay with the process and the means are key features of that discourse and this was what actually happened. One, who focused on the ends straight from the beginning and kept discussing what we were doing, was told by one of the others to “stop wanting to know everything beforehand”.

What we learnt from the workshop were two things. One, that on the one hand it takes something to make people go through a two hour session that is not focusing on results, but on the other hand that this situation carries a lot of potential. And two, that having had one more hour and having made the participants find the verbs themselves would have made the texts more present and the discussion of them potentially more open for realizations about the discourse.

 

One of the participants in the verb lists workshop was Mirene Arsanios, a friend and colleague who also participated in How to do things with academia and with whom I have been developing public reading and writing exercises during the past year. Being co-founder of 98weeks Project Space in Beirut she was invited by the ISCP to present 98weeks there during a one month residency. Mirene had asked me to do a talk with her and what we proposed was something about roles and relations in artistic research in relation to 98weeks. However, and more excited about trying out new ideas rather than cementing old ones, we decided to do an open and collective reading session to explore the mechanisms of reading desires and writing. Some 30 people gathered with the book they were reading at the moment and after a short introduction we sat reading in silence. Whenever one felt the urge to share some lines, one would go to the microphone and read out loud a paragraph. This was recorded and rules were simple. All the time one person had to be live archiving the event taking notes on a computer and one could swap books with another person, but then one had to go to two computers to take notes in a shared google document.

 

Unfortunately, we had to stop after an hour, because just at that moment the group found a rhythm, got hooked on writing and dived deep into the reading/writing experience. Afterward, while sharing the leftovers of the wine, we dreamt of doing this for hours on and on. With people coming and going, falling asleep, eating, smoking, drinking and sharing their often lonesome reading experience. There might be a chance we can do so in Copenhagen in March, if so, you are all invited.



stillnes/movement

Q: You are thinking about the relation between stillness and movement these days, what is your concern, what makes you think about these matters.

A: My concern is how to be still, whether to move to be still or be still to be still.

Q: Explain to us, why move to be still?

A: It is all related to a bodily experience. Being still, the body can feel still moving: on the verge of changing position, it is in a state of pre-position, it never rests in itself, it never stops thinking about the next move.

Q: If the body is always already moving, why not move with it then, take action and stop striving for the ideal position and physical state in which the body rests in itself?

A: The aim is to be still, relaxed and calm and that aim comes from a need, from a body that is tired and wants to cut the strings that keep it up, tight.

Q: What if that aim is best reached by moving?

A: Then it is an unhappy situation to be stuck in a still position that does not give comfort. It is related to pain. A pain that arouse from being frozen in a situation where everything else is moving. Something stiff in turbulence does not resonate with its surroundings. The pain is less present when the body is doing regular, moderate physical activity and spending time horizontally. It is the sensation that liquids have to flow and they do so either stretching, yoga, or being horizontal, a good nights sleep.

Q: It sounds ascetic, how does that integrate into everyday life?

A: It does only sometimes, it is a constant balance that has to be kept with awareness. When not obeyed this awareness turns into restless stillness. Things are still being done in order to concentrate on something and feel a sense of progression, even though one is not coming closer to a relaxed stillness, but is in fact even more stuck and frozen. That type of progression is not an action that cut the strings, on the contrary.

Q: How does it feel, now, in this moment?

A: Pain in both shoulders that expands into the right arm and splashes into the hand just before the thumb and continues all the way out into the little finger. The neck is stiff, like thick rubber. Teeth are tense, jaws aching. Lower spine is sour and thighs are full of a sparkling feeling just under the skin on the front. The thighs want to move, the upper torso to forget about moving. There is a conflict there. Some parts want to run, others to bury themselves.
Stuck here it there is no other way than to rely on structures of everyday life and perform them. One has to be ready whenever there is a situation where the window is open to face the conflict. That is not right now.

Q: Then, what can be done?

A: The continuous performance of everyday keeps the body within a framework in which the reasonable is easy to understand and obey. That is one way of making the body move at certain points. For example, the doorbell rings and one has to go and answer it. Or, one gets hungry and has to move to get some food. Outer and inner needs in all their diversity demand movement.
It is constant, somehow, and much more about movement than stillness as the body is always in circulation, blood circulating and the body circulating with the universe. It is difficult to stop, when it can go on and on and on.



sleeping/reading and the mess of the role of the intellectual in public space on saturday nights

A while ago it was a Saturday afternoon. We wanted to go reading in a café. It got late, like 6 or 7, and we ordered some food and beers. We were three people, J, M and I. J was commenting a paper and writing in the margin. M was reading a book she had gotten from another M. I was reading Nelly Richard, a masterpiece; Margenes e Instituciones. As the local families left the café the younger generation of cph hipsters started entering. M and I invented a reading/writing exercise where we took notes of each our books in the same notebook mixing minds and sudden reflections. As the night came closer and the café turned into a going out place I felt increasingly uncomfortable. As if reading, writing and thinking were not appreciated in this party-collective-social-happy setting. I told M, who got a bit offended and claimed that it was because I was not absorbed enough in what I was doing and that first of all she would not operate with a distinction between the intellectual and society. That was what I had done, I had questioned the role of the intellectual in public space. Because the feeling of not being wanted there resonated with the lack of intellectuals in public opinion, the lack of time to listen to reflections and the lack of people reading books in public space in Denmark. Experts investigating specialized areas are not that hot.
A couple of days later we met again and something had happened, she gave me some texts about the role of the intellectual and we continued the discussion. Somehow we decided to think more about it. Do readings in different places and reflect about the text, the place it was being read out loud and the relation between them.
We didn’t have the time to carry out the experiment. But some weeks later we met up in Beirut and wanted to do yet another project, a summer exorcism, a ghost dance on a platform in a wasteland in-between highways, rubbish and houses. We didn’t have the time to that either, but had nevertheless decided to do something there the following Saturday at twilight. It ended up being a reading/sleeping interaction, just for us and the passersby. M tried to fall asleep and I tried to make her do so while reading a sort of random collage of fragments of texts. We sat there for and hour and a bit more. She never really fell asleep, it was full of nature, mosquitos, bats and bushes. Only guys passed by us, I could hear their steps as they climbed the stairs, crossed the platform and walked down. They didn’t approach us or gave us comments. Not until afterwards, when we had finished and were leaving through a nearby street. A guy whose steps we recognized made the classic coquette noises and interpellated us into heterosexual women in the street. Apparently, before that we had been something else and had had a situation that was not to be entered. Both our Saturday night intellectual-interventions were in that sense exclusive, which I cannot clearly identify as a problem, a consequence or just a mere fact that does not mean that the intervention did not resonate with its surrounding.



my way to the moment of simultaneous crossings across oceans

It has begun. It already had begun when it started. We were talking about an exhibition project on skype when we started discussing how to proceed. Actually, he said, it works well for me just to talk from time to time. About this and that. So we did that for a while, gossiped about the New York artsy fartsy scene and its academic stars. Who were flirtatious and who were not, what did they want, these Marxists, and what could they use from a critical Danish context and art history?

Then came the earthquake. We also talked soon after, before I realised the personal consequences of the shock. I was still in it, shock. That day I also got the scholarship I had applied for, but not thought I would get, really. I received the email, went to the living room where J was working with T. University was closed as a consequence of the earthquake. Also, they just wanted to keep moving, keep working. Having told the news I sat on the floor, it was almost too much. What to do with a three years scholarship in the midst of a chaos we only then saw the beginning of? J planned to celebrate, but the champagne stayed in the fridge for many days. Nausea, stomachache and general paralysis did not really call for a sparkling champagne. Then we drank it, J and I, all of it. Next day I canceled my Spanish lesson. I couldn’t really see how I should or could go there.

I still don’t ride my bike. I could do it, though, now I have regained my trust in myself, my ability to navigate and orientate myself. I have also regained my trust in the streets, the others, the concrete, asphalt, soil, the earth. It’s only shaking a little bit, now. Only a little, and life still moves on, more beautiful, more praised than before. In a calm light of gratefulness. We are still here. And for that we should be thankful.

Ten days after the earthquake we went to an opening. Here I saw him again, the artist whom I had asked for an interview with, but who’s number I had lost when J’s phone got broken. I went to him and said that I would still like to interview him. He’s old, but famous because he made the ”first” (how can you make the first of something that already exists?) installation in Chile. It was a long paper and plastic sausage that crawled its way through Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes. It came out of the window next to the main entrance and embraced a palm tree. It is here the iconic photo is taken, JPL in front of Bellas Artes next to the monster. Supposedly, the installation was soon removed because they were going to have an opening of another exhibition and the then mayor of Santiago did not want people to step over such an odd piece of art. It was tossed away in a storeroom among paintings and sculptures from the collection. Here, they also took a photo. All in all, this first and historical installation remained only in the archive, in the photographs, and not in the imagination of people created from a bodily experience of having seen it, felt it, touched it. Maybe that was why the curator of Bellas Artes, RC, wanted to re-enact the work, show it again. There was a jubilee, it was 40 years since this first installation inhabited Chile. So they remade it, the tender body of plastic and paper, and took a photo. Actually, he was a bit disappointed, JPL, they just put the thing, once again, remade it and then what? It somehow related to earlier investigations I have done in Copenhagen and London. I wanted to talk to him.

I came to his house with a recorder and a camera. And a notebook full of questions. His home was simple, not like a grandfathers house like it could have been. We sat down and started talking. I took notes, the recorder was full, I suddenly didn’t know exactly why I was there. He told me many things, took out his archive of notebooks, like working diaries or more condensed registers of each project he had done or thought about. It was a big box and each book were big. You needed a big table to handle them.

JPL was sweet, not flirtatious as one person had said he was. Just sweet and seemed more honest than most people I had met, here. Now he was thinking of just burning all his artworks. I could not record and was happy about it. I couldn’t photograph either, I felt like an intrusion and I felt suddenly uncomfortable with this desire for registering everything. For not being present, there, in the moment, but always thinking in what way the moment could be useful for the future. So we just talked. And talked a bit more. At some point he said, you didn’t record anything. And I said no, I didn’t feel like it, for the sake of the conversation and its free flow. He agreed, words come easier without a recording device within reach. Then he gave me a book, you can read everything that is important about my work in this book. There is a very good interview and an article by this woman. And then I left, full of books and new images for my memory.

There was another concern. We were about to go to a meeting for cultural practices in the region around Libanon and a friend and I had for a while been talking about something to do alongside this meeting. One day the idea of making informal conversations came to our minds: to create a space for discussion outside of the public Q&A’s that can easily seem exclusive to less theoretical and powerful, yet interested and interesting people. We did some research and decided to call it conversation pieces for its references to art history and discussion devices. But the blog domain was taken and we settled with konversationpieces, a sort of Germanic linguistic touch that is not really intended, nevertheless there. And this was how we created something that was not really intended, nevertheless there. A sphere of non-utilitarian purposes, a circle to do things that we anyhow do believe are useful. Now. In these contexts.



konversationpieces

How it all started:

konversationpieces is a series of performative conversations developed in response to Home Works V, in Beirut April 2010. Every day, nearly, meeting points will be announced and scheduled in specific locations across the city as spaces of conversation where to debate Home Works’ program. konversationpieces wants to tackle conversations’ potential to initiate critical debate within the contingency of a specific moment, space, and crowd.

To participate you need just to be, there. For exact information, please email your Lebanese cell phone number to nelund@gmail.com or mirenearsanios@gmail.com and you will receive information about meeting points and time from day to day.

The above is taken from konversationpieces.wordpress.com and responded to a desire we (Mirene Arsanios, Katrine Dirckinck-Holmfeld and Sidsel Nelund) have felt during previous Home Works’ and other intellectual events or conferences: a desire to discuss in informal settings and also with people who do not necessarily raise their voice in Q&As. After several engendering conversations during Home Works 5 in April 2010 we still desire to continue our conversation and aim at creating enigmatic capsules for experiment and thought-provocation in the future.



HURRAY!

It is with a humble, yet expressive felicity that I can announce I’ve been given the three year scholarship Mads Øvlisen Stipendie by Novo Nordisk Fonden to do a PhD at the University of Copenhagen. The project I proposed is entitled Når samtidskunsten producerer- ikke-videnskabelige videnskabsprocesser i produktionen af kulturel erindring (When Contemporary Art is producing – non-scientific processes of science in the production of cultural memory) and it will run from February 1 2011 till January 31 2014.



Ensayo Bífido – seminar paper

The Archive – A Concept in the Making
Joint Doctoral Seminar
Copenhagen Doctorate School in Cultural Studies & Créart, Université de Paris X – Nanterre
Copenhagen, April 15-17, 2010

On the 17th of April I was suppose to give a paper entitled Go With Me – Live Archiving and Performance at the above mentioned seminar. Due to the ashes from the Eyjafjallajökull volcano in Iceland the seminar was postponed until June.

The paper treats a collaboration that I’m currently undertaking with Florencia Grisanti and Aymara Zegers, two Chilean artists. During their 7 days performance Ensayo Bífido in July/August I will be live archiving the performance through the writing of various documents generated from their actions, the place, objects, related theory, my imagination, smell, sounds, physical state and biographies of related historical figures. Ensayo Bífido will take place in La Anatomia, which is a rather capsulate laboratory in Universidad de Chile where students are taught how to embalm corpses. The documents will shape themselves as an archive and be gathered in a Vade Mecum (Latin for “go with me”), which is a “handbook or guide that is kept constantly at hand for consultation” (OED).
The performance will be live screened in Sala Cero at Galería Animal, Santiago de Chile, and followed up by an exhibition July 27 – August 28.



Plum Velvet – FOOTSTEP/S

Footstep/s is an essay on biography, re-enactment and “walking in the footsteps of” in Disappearance at Sea by Tacita Dean and The Kant Walks by Joachim Koester. It’s a rewriting of a chapter from my dissertation Lives Relived: Biography and Re-enactment in Contemporary Media Art (2009) at the University of Copenhagen.

Plum Velvet is a magazine and a blog edited by artist Maria Finn.




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