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Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Moving Heaven and Earth



When Robert Smithson tragically died in a 1973 plane crash, he literally left his legacy written upon the earth in works such as Spiral Jetty (above, from 1970). Born January 2, 1938, Smithson began as a painter, working in the Abstract Expressionist style before emulating the religious art of the Byzantines and, finally, turning to minimalist sculpture after marrying the sculptress Nancy Holt. Although minimalist in conception, Smithson’s works are often mammoth in construction. The 1,500-foot long Spiral Jetty composed of 6,550 tons of rock and earth (hauled to the lake by two dump trucks, a large tractor, and a front end loader) took only 6 days to build. On the seventh day, Smithson rested, but the Spiral Jetty has been working and evolving in its environment ever since. In 1970, the waters of the lake shone with an eerie red that caught Smithson’s eye and created a great contrast with the black basalt of the jetty itself. Over time, thanks to the salt content of the water and other environmental factors, the rocks have turned almost white and the water a pale pink. Rising waters submerged Spiral Jetty for almost 30 years. Today, oil companies looking for new deposits threaten the land nearby. Fortunately, fans of Smithson’s work and ecologically mindful parties have preserved his work and protected the land he loved.


There’s a great debate over whether Spiral Jetty should be restored. Smithson believed in the wisdom of nature’s cycles and saw beauty in entropy, so perhaps he would have approved of Spiral Jetty’s present appearance. Whether he would approve of the present state of Partially Buried Woodshed (above, pictured in the early 1970s) is another matter. In January 1970, Smithson erected a standard wooden shed on the grounds of Kent State University and buried it under twenty truckloads of earth. The shed collapsed beneath the weight of the dirt. In May of that same year, the infamous Kent State Shootings occurred in which United States National Guardsmen shot and killed four students and wounded nine others who were protesting the the American invasion of Cambodia. Soon after the shootings, someone scrawled “May 4 Kent 70” on Partially Buried Woodshed (visible in the picture above), linking the damaged structure to the damaged American social structure of the time. In 1975, arsonists burned part of the shed. In following years, Kent State officials removed parts of the shed as they fell away. Today, only the shed’s foundation and a mound of earth mark where Smithson’s work once stood. Where Partially Buried Woodshed once symbolized the shattered American edifice, it’s removal now symbolizes how America chose to forget the past rather than remember, leaving nothing to take its place.


Smithson is a difficult artist to appreciate in the sense that his work is so site-specific. Pictures of Spiral Jetty don’t do justice to the work, which is all about a sense of place. Other works, such as Partially Buried Woodshed, simply no longer exist except in photographs. However, after Smithson’s death, his estate attempted to reprise some of his works for museums, including Slant Piece (above), a 1976 partial reconstruction of the 1969 Cayuga Salt Mine Project, in which Smithson set up a series of eight mirrors in the mine and another eight along the trail that led from the mine to a nearby gallery. Smithson thus brought the reality of the mine, reflected and conducted like electricity by the mirrors, into the gallery itself. Today, rock salt from the same mine surrounds the slanted mirrors in art museums, a pale reflection of the original work but at least a glimmer of once was. Like Andy Goldsworthy, Smithson made his art fully realizing that it had an expiration date. Smithson’s tragic death, like the tragic history of much of his art, reminds us that all permanence, even in art, is an illusion.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Just Chilling


Like a long holiday hangover, December’s Art Poll By Bob had to eventually come to an end. When I asked the following: “Which of the following Christmas stamps from around the world says ‘Christmas’ the most to you?” Strong to the finish were... the Finnish! With 16 votes, Finland's stamps featuring familiar characters by Finnish children’s book illustrator Julia Vuori and fancy “Frosty Night,” believed to be the world's first transparent stamp (designed by Nina Rintala), carried the day. Canada followed with 10 votes, Australia and England with 8, Spain with 6, the United States with 5, Ireland with 4, and Gilbraltar garnered a solid sole vote. Thanks to everyone who voted.

For the first Art Poll By Bob of 2009 I’m getting seasonal. Let me first begin by saying that winter is my least favorite season. I hate ice and snow. I hate shoveling it, driving in it, walking in it, you name it in it. (I’m not even a fan of Vanilla Ice [above], if you can believe it.) I agree that it can be beautiful to look at, but the thought of having to contend with it personally brings out the Scrooge in me. Putting personal prejudice aside, I ask, “Which of the following wintry works is the most chill to you?”:



Pieter Brueghel the Elder. Hunters in the Snow (1565).





Caspar David Friedrich. The Sea of Ice (1823-1825).





Andy Goldsworthy. Icicle Star (1980s).





Hiroshige. Mountains and Rivers on the Kiso Road (1857).





Claude Monet. Snow at Argenteuil (1875).





John Henry Twachtman. Winter Harmony (1890-1900).





Andrew Wyeth. First Snow, Study for Groundhog Day (1959).




Vincent van Gogh. Landscape with Snow (1888).

Grab a hot chocolate, sit by the fire, and pick the most chilling one of the bunch!

Friday, May 4, 2007

Reenchanting


In one of those serendipitous chains of events, my friend Dave pointed me towards artist Bo Bartlett’s Spring 2007 message, which mentioned a book by Suzi Gablik called The Reenchantment of Art. Gablik’s book is from 1991, but its “sustained meditation” on restoring “to our culture its sense of aliveness, possibility and magic” remains as relevant today as ever.

Gablik sees the postmodern “endgame” position of deconstruction as backing the art world into a corner. A true avant-garde art movement cannot exist because the industrialization of culture blocks any true revolution, permitting only the illusion of change as long as the status quo remains intact. Modernism has “exalted the complete autonomy of art, and the gesture of severing bonds with society,” resulting in an atomized society of isolated individuals. “The art industry has become not only a very effective protector of the status quo,” Gablik believes, “but also an active contributor to the deforming effects of a whole cultural pathology. The mechanism doesn’t require that art do much, just reproduce the economic will-to-power of the dominator system.”

Back when I was pursuing an MA in English Literature, I felt this same frustration with deconstructive philosophies for approaching art, literature, and culture. On one hand, breaking apart old texts and finding the lost traces of other narratives than the main narrative of the “dominator system” was fascinating. Everything old could be new again. Unfortunately, the deconstructing never seemed to stop. Every time I hoped to build something anew, a new meaning, the conventional wisdom of the academy was that meaning was passé, so premodern. Call me old fashioned, but I wondered what the point of all of it was if not to have some meaning, some relevance to life right here and right now? Why ask questions and never want answers?

Gablik calls for “reconstructive postmodern practice” that implements “an aesthetics of interconnectedness, social responsibility, and ecological attunement.” At this point, she may get a little too New Age-y for some, but I think her overcorrection is necessary for the overabundance of wrongs modern society has inflicted on humanity and the ecology. Quoting Jungian psychologist Robert A. Johnson on the human need for reverence, Gablik tries to restore that sense of reverence, if not in God than in nature or perhaps even art. As someone who bows before the altar of art (believing it to be just one of the altars of God), I heartily agree.

One of the interesting artists Gablik posits as an example of “reconstructive postmodern practice” is Andy Goldsworthy. Goldsworthy goes out in nature and creates artwork with found natural objects such as twigs, leaves, icicles, etc., and then photographs them before the wind, rain, sun, etc., reclaim them. (A beautiful arrangement by Goldsworthy of found leaves is above.)

“Although it may seem as if the individual in today’s world has little power,” Gablik finally offers, “the truth is that only we have the power to transform our situation: there is no one else” [emphasis in original]. And with that statement, on art and on so much else, I also heartily agree.

[BTW, there is a great documentary on Andy Goldsworthy titled Rivers and Tides that shows his beautiful, ephemeral art in action.]