As
we recognize this change in materials we feel a pleasure at glimpsing
possibilities, a point at which our
own limits might dissolve and extend in relation to the world.
I think this is a physiological experience
equivalent to our grasp of Conceptual art's inventiveness
with language and ideas. And I'll return to this thought when
I discuss the Brazilian artist at the very end of the talk, Hélio
Oiticica.
There's an idea of Adorno's that I like, and
I can't
really see
how to fit it in anywhere else, so I'm just sort of tacking it
on here. In Aesthetic Theory he frequently repeats how the antagonisms
of
society are sustained in the artwork as irreconcilables of form.
So the problems, the issues in society, become reproduced in
the art work through formal problems.
That's a nice equation, I think, that one. This suggests
that
there might
be a different sort of enquiry made of avant-garde works; one
that looks deeper than their surface content to unravel the way
that
they use materials and forms.
The problem facing a critical avant-garde
is not so much the lack of impact it has (which is intangible)
than the recuperation of its iconoclasm by the society it criticizes.
This happens in bourgeois democracies rather than in dictatorships
like Akmatova's Soviet Union, where the avant-garde is wiped
out or silenced. You'll know that European and American societies
place a high value on controversial and antagonistic representations.
They exemplify the tolerance and enterprise on which these countries'
systems of government are supposedly founded. They serve as a sign
that
culture is progressive and adventurous, values that happen also
to be shared by the business community. And you might know of the
way that
the business community has been looking to artists as a model,
a model type of employee, because of our versatility, our ability
to work well with others,
our communication
skills,
and our willingness to work crazy hours. These all seem to be model
skills for a current employee.
Now to get around this predicament
artists have sometimes intensified their oppositional representations
or have tried to find ways to ensure their productions are unusable.
In the late nineteenth century, Mallarmé's withdrawal
of his poetry into a kind of pure research could be understood
as an unwillingness to engage in a bourgeois modernity which views
technological innovation, culture, and commodification as functions
of social progress when in the nineteenth century these actually
slow down improvements for the majority of people.
This point about
a faith in technological innovation is something I raise later,
and it's not too difficult to see how the surge in economic prosperity
and technology in the nineteenth century was good only for a minority,
if you consider the mass of people who had to continue to work
in factories and who didn't directly benefit from this progress.
Mallarmé once said that the poet was
on strike against society. But even through
its withdrawal,
this art cannot avoid being recuperated by the social
forces it opposes. I like
Paul Mann's remark that "in culture every exit is a
revolving door."
In the history of the reception of Duchamp's Fountain,
again, to go back to this, we see the same kind of recuperation.
In challenging the limits of what the institution
takes for art Fountain only
extends them. Duchamp's presence on the panel of judges to which
he anonymously submits the urinal initiates the theatricality of
all such challenges.
When I was once asked by a women's art
magazine—this is a strange story—to write a paragraph
on what artwork I would like to steal—the sign of coveting
an art work is being prepared to steal it—I
suggested that we should send Bruce Willis
back in
time
to
1917
to
abduct Fountain from the entries to the Armory show. This
was around the time of the science-fiction movie Twelve Monkeys,
based on—you'll know Chris Marker's La Jetée—and
Bruce Willis goes back in time. I thought it would be interesting
to
imagine
art history without it. But that
piece
never got printed. It was probably too frivolous. . . .
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