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  • The Carnival That Mocks the King

    This essay is the fourth of five that reviews a recent symposium at the Graduate Center, City University of New York. Read the first, second, third, and fifth texts.

    The Artist-Curator
    Monday, April 7, 2014
    Exhibit A: Authorship on Display
    Center for the Humanities

    Graduate Center, City University of New York, Skylight Room, New York

    Installation view of Kazimir Malevich’s work in 0.10 (1915)

    What happens when artists act as curators, organizing exhibitions for museums, commercial galleries, and other venues? Well, they become curators, if for one show only. Is this new? Is it a trend? What advantages and complications result when an artist takes on a different professional role? The third session for the conference “Exhibit A: Authorship on Display,” simply titled “The Artist-Curator,” explored these ideas and more.

    In some ways, the artist as curator is as old as the curatorial professional itself, which developed in tandem with the rise of the modern public museum. Or so I imagine, since someone had to work in the Louvre and at the British Museum two hundred years ago. As the previous session demonstrated, artists organized exhibitions—usually of their own work—in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, but it seems little research has been conducted on curators from that time.

    The current session’s moderator, Natalie Musteata, a doctoral student in art history at the Graduate Center, named a handful of significant artist-curated exhibitions from the last one hundred years: 0.10 in Russia, which featured works by Kazimir Malevich, Vladimir Tatlin, and Lyubov Popova (1915–16); an exhibition of Surrealist objects in the Parisian gallery of Charles Ratton, a dealer of so-called primitive art (1936); Andy Warhol’s Raid the Icebox, held in several museums across the United States (1969–70); Richard Hamilton’s The Artist’s Eye in London (1978); the Artist’s Choice series at the Museum of Modern Art, whose inaugural event was a curatorial contribution from Scott Burton (1989); Joseph Kosuth’s The Play of the Unmentionable at the Brooklyn Museum (1990); and the 2014 Whitney Biennial, which features an artist, Michelle Grabner, among the three curators.

    Installation view of Andy Warhol’s Raid the Icebox at the RISD Museum in 1970

    A talk by the curator Florence Ostende titled “Exhibitions by Artists: Another Occupation?” added another exhibition to Musteata’s list, the International Exhibition of Surrealism of 1938. Ostende then explained how a demand by the Art Workers’ Coalition in 1969 for a committee of artists with curatorial responsibilities at MoMA was realized (in part) twenty years later through Artist’s Choice; she also noted two exhibitions by the artist Philippe Parreno, Snow Dancing (1995) and Alien Seasons (2002) as being projects that combined aesthetic and curatorial practices. For an important group show called The Uncanny (1993), the artist Mike Kelley rigorously researched his subject and used art-historical methodology, she said. Ostende also cited Jean-Luc Godard’s self-directed installation of Travel(s) in Utopia, Jean-Luc Godard 1946–2006, In Search of a Lost Theorem (2006) at the Centre Pompidou in Paris and its abandoned predecessor, Collage(s) de France: Archaeology of the Cinema, as well as the Museum of American Art in Berlin, as examples of curatorial projects by creative types.

    Acting as curators, Ostende told us, artists can subvert rules, turn things upside down, and present a “carnival that mocks the king.” While that may be generally true, and artists having a voice in an institution as powerful as MoMA is certainly important, it’s wrong to assume an artist curator would by nature resist conservative and safe approaches to exhibitions and challenge established categories and histories. After all, think about how often artists, when invited to give a lecture, follow a standard chronological method of presenting their work. It’s not that artists are inherently more imaginative and have more freedom than professional curators. I would expect an art exhibition organized by a lawyer, a plumber, or a biologist to be just as unconventional, even radically so. (Or not, considering the professional basketball player Shaquille O’Neal’s Size DOES Matter in 2010.) Rather, I would argue, institutional conventions, constraints, and inflexibility are factors that inhibit the organizer of an exhibition.

    Ostende dated what she called the “decay of the empowerment of the curator” to the 1990s, which is, oddly enough, the decade in which the art world witnessed the rise of empowered curator, if we are to believe the traditional narrative. Perhaps Ostende referred to scholarly minded, museum-based curators in dusty institutions, not to roving agents such as Harald Szeeman and Walter Hopps or globetrotting stars like Okwui Enwezor and Hans-Ulrich Obrist.

    In a talk titled “Gossip and Ridicule,” the sculptor Carol Bove positioned the artist’s career as a game to be played but wholeheartedly objected to the growing myth of a career as a single project, most crassly realized through the idea that everything an artist does is an artwork, based on the fact that he or she is an artist. In this situation, Bove said, the artist’s life is colonized by the career. “When the going gets professional,” she remarked, “the weird go away.” Her thoughts were especially provocative considering the erosion taking place between Americans’ work and personal lives, many are increasingly expected to be reachable after hours, in addition to the daily nine-to-five schedule.

    Bove also said that “lying”—which I interpreted as withholding the truth rather than deliberate deception—is something that artists are allowed to do. Curators, on the other hand, with their budgets, boards, scholarship, and facts, lack this luxury. Nevertheless, she continued, curators lust after the looseness, personality, and potential for abuse that an artist can give to an artwork. Like Ostende, Bove articulated certain qualities that an artist curator can bring to an exhibition, but I reiterate that if a professional curator wants to organize more interesting exhibitions, he or she should closely examine his or her institutional situation and precipitate ways in which that situation can be changed, in both the short and long term.

    Installation view of Carol Bove’s restaging of a 1993 gallery exhibition of work by Felix González-Torres

    Bove’s sculpture, comprising wall-mounted shelves with decades-old books and small objects (stones, feathers) or composed of subdued, elegant juxtapositions of sizable pieces of wood, steel, and concrete, could be described as having a curatorial nature. Her intent with these works, however, is making art, but she was recently involved with selections for Felix González-Torres: Specific Objects without Specific Form (2010–11), a retrospective of work by the late Cuban American artist held at museums in Belgium, Germany, and Switzerland. The lead curator Elena Filipovic had organized the show at all three venues but, halfway through its duration, invited three artists—Bove, Danh Vo, and Tino Sehgal—to reinstall the works according to their own ideas. At Bove’s venue, the Fondation Beyeler, she restaged González-Torres’s 1991 show at Andrea Rosen Gallery, Every Week There Is Something Different, in which he switched out the works once a week. González-Torres was not the first to produce a solo show that resembled a group outing, Bove acknowledged, but he provided a template for it. And the result? “It looks exactly like curating,” she said.

    Installation view of The Jewel Thief at the Tang Museum in 2010

    For his talk, Ian Berry, curator of Skidmore College’s Frances Young Tang Teaching Museum and Art Gallery, declared that authorial roles shift even within a single project. A few years ago he worked with the artist Jessica Stockholder—an artist whose sculpture and installation are as much curated as they are constructed and painted—on The Jewel Thief (2010–11). This group exhibition of abstract painting, half of which came from the museum’s permanent collection and most of which was contemporary, was built from their in-the-studio conversations about the genre; it also emphasized the intersection of art with architecture and decoration. Berry said that he and Stockholder had fun choosing “hot and cold” artists, and works were grouped, hung, and installed in unconventional and playful ways. For her contribution, Stockholder created a multipurpose plywood platform that was used as an event space, a viewing space, and seating. You could say that she literalized the metaphoric “platform” fetishized by so many curators.

    Josh Kline said he was asked to discuss ProBio (2013), a group exhibition on art, biology, and technology that he organized for MoMA PS1 last summer, but he hijacked his own talk to sort through the challenges emerging artists face, in particular those who curate. Artists today, he said, must become artist curators—which he explained through his own experiences. Working a day job at Electronic Arts Intermix (EAI)—where he was director of public programs—Kline perceived himself as a curator who secretly made art. At one point he wondered if he would leave EAI for an institutional job or to open his own space, but was discouraged after the Great Recession began in 2008, when many galleries had either closed or become less experimental.

    Installation view of Josh Kline’s work in ProBio (2013) at MoMA PS1

    Kline was also suspicious of trajectory of emerging artists in the twenty-first century: gaining visibility at MFA degree shows, getting discovered, participating in group shows, getting a two-person show, and earning that coveted solo show in a gallery before moving onto art fairs and the “biennial circuit.” Prior models of career building didn’t cross his mind as a viable option. “Artist-run spaces,” Kline commented, “were something that happened in the seventies,” and he didn’t identify similar activities in New York—including Apartment Show, Real Fine Arts, Soloway, and Cleopatra’s—with that history. In 2009 he curated the inaugural exhibition (Nobodies New York) at 179 Canal, a space run by the artist, curator, and dealer Margaret Lee, whose initial idea was to throw art parties as an effort to help the landlord find tenants for the building in a bad real-estate market. (Lee’s studio was in the building.) During 179 Canal’s year programming, a scene developed, and other shows, such as Skin So Soft (2011) at Gresham’s Ghost, followed. Several of these artists, including Kline, now show at Lee’s critically acclaimed commercial gallery, 47 Canal.

    The young artist-curators that Kline knows have worked as arts administrators, artist’s assistants, and art handlers or on gallery staffs—they have experience that comes from the real world, not expensive MFA programs. Those in his group include their own work in their curated shows, a common practice that some still find controversial or unethical. For ProBio, Kline gathered work by like-minded artists—including his own—exploring the dismembered, distributed, posthuman body through ergonomics, bacteria, depictions of the insides of the body, and use of nonarchival materials. (He also noted that this work differs from art about the body from the 1970s, which he described as dematerialized and antimarket.) Concluding his remarks, Kline finally explained that the title of his presentation, “Conservative Curation,” came from a traditional view of organizing exhibitions based on visits to artist’s studios, the interests of artists, and the “discovery of works that speak to our times.” He also believes that curation is a “tool to be used by artists” to present their work “on their own terms.”

    DIS, Emerging Artist, 2013, video with color and sound, 1:04

    During the Q&A, an audience member asked about a difference between an artist-curated exhibition and an artist’s installation work? The Kabakovs make a distinction, Ostende replied, but the lines are blurry elsewhere. The answer can be found, I think, not with a silver-bullet answer—which so many seem to want—but rather on a case-by-case basis. Kline does not consider his curatorial work to be art but acknowledges that Lee absorbs works of art by others into her exhibitions. Regarding The Jewel Thief, Berry affirmed that Stockholder was clear about what was and wasn’t her art.

    The panelists discussed the curator as the primary creative force in an exhibition, eclipsing the roles of artists. Kline faulted graduates from curatorial-studies programs (like Bard College’s Center for Curatorial Studies) as those coming up with curator-centered exhibitions. He and his peers, he reemphasized, work in a different way, generating ideas from conversations in the studio. Berry said we learn interesting things from auteur curators, just like we find value in chronologically oriented shows. From the audience João Ribas suggested another curatorial genealogy—the collecting strategies of Alfred Barnes and Isabella Stewart Gardner—which derive from the nineteenth-century model of the connoisseur. This notion was off topic—Barnes and Gardner are not artists.

    The panelists, from left: Natalie Musteata, Josh Kline, Ian Berry, Carol Bove, and Florence Ostende

    A man in the audience said that he knows an artist who works as an institutional curator, and his dealers are telling him to stop. Another man suggested that artists become curators if they can’t find jobs. Someone asked a question about power, transparency, cronyism, and the decisions that lead to the work on the walls. The level of transparency, Berry replied, depends on the institution. Thankfully someone asked a positive question, about the pleasures of curating, to which Bove happily responded: “I feel like my entire MO is ‘look what I found!’”

    As the session concluded, I thought about the anxiety many people have over what is and isn’t art, or what’s art and what’s curatorial work. It’s the intent of the artists, the panelists would probably agree. And it’s not too strenuous to make a distinction between roles. Reading and hearing about the debates covered in this session (and the overall conference) for many years has made me realized that scholars—not artists—are typically the ones who fret about creating categories, which is understandable considering their role as arbiters of history. What is strange is that these same scholars consistently often avoid challenging received wisdom regarding the authorial role of curators. When you break things down with case studies, as this and the other sessions did, you realize that generalizations many hold to be true are proved false again and again.

    In Terms Of count: 4.

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  • A Crisis of Critique

    Mika Tajima
    Wednesday, October 9, 2013
    AMT Visiting Artists Lecture Series
    Parsons the New School for Design, Anna-Maria and Stephen Kellen Auditorum, Sheila C. Johnson Design Center, New York

    Mika Tajima (photograph by Aubrey Mayer)

    Lately I’ve thought about the difference between a work of art that is about a particular subject and one that is a critique of that same subject. Many in the art world operate with the mindset that an artwork dealing with a political, social, or economic issue actually critiques that issue, usually from a leftist perspective, but rarely does the work transcend factual commentary that states “there’s this thing going on in the world that you should know about” or “my work is about this thing going on in the world.” A critique is an investigation into a subject with the goal of picking it apart and figuring out just what the heck it is. Unless an artwork or project serves as a visual form of investigative journalism—knocking on doors, asking tough questions, checking and rechecking facts and figures—then it’s largely symbolic and not much different from consciousness-raising, which isn’t a bad thing but shouldn’t be conflated with something larger and more significant.

    Josephine Meckseper’s displays, for instance, are tasteful arrangements of consumer products that are absurdly impotent protests of neoliberalism. Better examples of critique are Hans Haacke’s challenge to New York slumlords in Shapolsky et al. Manhattan Real Estate Holdings, a Real-Time Social System, as of May 1, 1971 (1971) and Trevor Paglen’s photographs of top-secret sites of extraordinary rendition from ten years ago. The opposite of critique is not complicity—there’s a broad range of approaches that won’t ensnare an artist into expressing unpopular views. What makes a critical practice so important for artists whose work often fails to provoke?

    Installation view of Josephine Meckseper (2011) at the Flag Art Foundation in New York (photograph by Genevieve Hanson)

    While I don’t recall Mika Tajima specifically referring to her work as a critique during her artist’s lecture at Parsons the New School for Design, others have noted the approach. The critic Lara Wisniewsk wrote this in her Frieze review of Tajima’s exhibition The Architect’s Garden (2011) for the Visual Arts Center at the University of Texas at Austin:

    Getting to the bottom of Tajima’s constellation of influences—which includes office design, abstraction, public institutions and leisure spaces—it becomes clear that she operates like a flâneur. Small explosions of joy punctuated the show—indeed, clearly in love with the visual beauty of geometric design, it was initially difficult to recognize the targets of her critique [italics mine].

    Wisniewsk recognizes the allure of Tajima’s super clean, tight aesthetic and goes on to describe how the artist engaged Richard Linklater’s classic film Slacker (1991) as well as the designer Herman Miller’s Action Office Series—better known as the cubicle—that, in the 1960s, sought to humanize white-collar office labor but may have done the opposite. Tajima certainly incorporates play and motion into her projects, recovering Miller’s original intention for the organized, efficient workspace: to liberate the employee. The Austin exhibition also nicely addressed notion of working and not working, an idea worth discussing considering how traditional distinctions between labor and leisure have increasingly eroded. Some contemporary offices now accommodate Ping-Pong tables and beanbag chairs, and many employees can’t help but to check their work email before going to bed every night. One could even argue that the art world has exemplified this blurring of personal and professional life for decades. But does Tajima (and many other artists) actually critique anything? I’m not sure.

    New Humans perform at Elizabeth Dee Gallery in 2007

    Tajima talked for an hour at Parsons about the trajectory of her career since the mid-2000s. A primary concern for her is how the body is shaped by the built environment. I liked how she presented the idea in the passive tense, so that architecture and urbanism force themselves onto the helpless figure. Tajima is also interested in Miller’s office furniture and in high-end design more generally. In sum, her artistic practice is about negotiations of space, the body formed by architecture, corporate environments, and a modular way of life, but it does little to differentiate between good and bad conformity and between situations in which mass production and interchangeable parts can be beneficial or malicious.

    The Rolling Stones in Jean-Luc Godard’s film One Plus One (1968)

    Another key influence for Tajima is painting, and she’s really into Jean-Luc Godard’s 1968 film One Plus One, which directly inspired her first solo show, Dissociate, at Elizabeth Dee Gallery in New York in 2007, which had sixteen movable panels that resembled cubicle pushpin boards or acoustic bouncers, such as those seen in the studio in which the French director filmed the Rolling Stones arranging their song “Sympathy for the Devil.” On these panels Tajima hung posters of her band New Humans (a collaboration with Howie Chen and others) that she commissioned from an artist friend. For Tajima the studio is not just a site for solitary activity, so she turned the gallery into a production and performance space and a recording studio. For the audience at Parsons Tajima played a short video clip from when New Humans, which can involve six or more people making “layered obstructive harmonious” noise music, took over the gallery. The artist and architect Vito Acconci read poetry into a microphone, Tajima manipulated a guitar and amplifier, and C. Spencer Yeh played a violin.

    An artist painting a blast wall in Iraq

    Tajima then presented her work from a 2008 exhibition at the Kitchen in New York, where the artist combined her previous interests with political subject matter, displaying movable panels on which hung “Xeroxed images of an artist painting landscapes on the Iraq wall, Tajima’s own extrapolations on Action Office designs, gigantic mirrors, comically poetic press releases filled with the Utopian dreams that inspired Action Office, and promo posters from the Mick Jagger cult film Performance.”1 During the 2007 troop surge in Baghdad, the provisional Iraqi government (perhaps with help from the United States military) hired painters to cover blast walls with colorful murals, masking their status as blockades and shock absorbers and attempting to beautify dangerous areas. Tajima said she had a concurrent show at COMA in Berlin. That city has a thing for walls, too.

    Installation view of Mika Tajima’s The Double (2008) at the Kitchen

    Like many artists, Tajima had been on a production treadmill, producing an excess of work, when Great Recession hit in 2008. Budgets dried up, work was returned to her studio, and material that once was art turned back into stuff. Was it time for her to purge after the binge? Not quite. In March 2009 her dealer, Elizabeth Dee, leased the shuttered Dia:Chelsea building in New York for one year for a project called X Initiative. Tajima arranged her surplus artworks into The Extras, which she called a “prop house” or a “film set waiting for a production.” “Extras are nonprincipal actors,” she explained. The installation traveled from Manhattan across the East River to SculptureCenter in Long Island City, and then to Paris and Sweden. Tajima called these exhibitions “outsourced storage.”

    Judith Butler in Mika Tajima and Charles Atlas’s New Humans: Today Is Not a Dress Rehearsal (2009) at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

    For a commission from the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, Tajima constructed another film set, this time in collaboration with the artist and performer Charles Atlas, called New Humans: Today Is Not a Dress Rehearsal. The theorist, scholar, and feminist Judith Butler was the star of Dress Rehearsal, giving four lectures on topics such as love and doubt. Butler had to give up the ego of the lecture, Tajima said, so that her words became ambient sound. Everything was recorded when the space was open (for three days in May 2009), and Atlas would manipulate the video feed in real time, which was being screened in a nearby auditorium. They later edited down the footage and included outtakes and between-takes in their final versions to achieve a nonnarrative structure.

    The South London Gallery in England invited Tajima to produce a work in April 2011, so again she collaborated with Atlas and New Humans for The Pedestrians, a piece about the politics of walking: as transport, protest, and trespass through activities such as military marches, cruising, sports, and parades and involving cheerleaders, choreography, and two academics in a lecture battle.

    Installation view of Mika Tajima’s After the Martini Shot (2011–12) at the Seattle Art Museum

    After that, the Seattle Art Museum commissioned a project, so Tajima reprised The Extras using pieces from the institution’s collection related to her own interests, such as a portrait of Mick Jagger by Andy Warhol and a colored square from Joseph Albers; it was on view from July 2011 to June 2012. At the time the museum had been suffering from millions of dollars of lost rent revenue due to the 2009 collapse of Washington Mutual, which had leased multiple floors in a tower adjacent to the galleries for the bank’s headquarters. During the project, called After the Martini Shot, Tajima worked with the designer Mary Ping (as well as with a photographer, hair stylist, makeup artist, and production assistants) to make clothing from museum marketing posters, which related, Tajima said, to the notion of the artist as brand. With this iteration of The Extras, the artist expanded her focus on storage to include the politics of deaccessioning, localized to Seattle but relevant to art and educational institutions nationwide who began to view priceless art collections as highly valuable liquid assets. She said the misuse of objects interests her; it seems museums continue to have similar but unscrupulous thoughts. The work edges toward critique here, but reminding viewers that museums only show a fraction of their collection at any given time is trite without articulating innovative solutions, such as the Vogel 50 x 50 program that distributes fifty works of art from the National Gallery of Art to every state in the union.

    An endpoint, or change, for Tajima came during her final exhibition at Elizabeth Dee Gallery in 2011, for which she had acquired actual Herman Miller cubicle panels from a New Jersey office that was liquidating old furniture. She reconfigured the panels into floor sculptures; on the walls she hung objects that she called paintings, made of clear thermoformed Plexiglas shells whose color was sprayed from the back, as “tiles” for mixing and matching. The transparency of a plastic painting “exposes its own not-there-ness,” Tajima argued. Each painting has a geographic title, indicating how capital flows fluidly. Her dealer had difficulty selling the tiles because collectors felt the plastic material was too cheap. I would argue the concept—and the critique, if one is present—is equally as thin, but these decorative works are nice to look at. Which makes sense since the installation, called Furniture Art, was inspired by the modernist composer Erik Satie’s term musique d’ameublement, coined in 1917 to describe live musicians playing background music.

    Installation view of Mika Tajima’s Furniture Art (2011) at Elizabeth Dee Gallery

    Tajima described a few more recent projects for the Parsons audience. An Aspen Art Museum commission allowed her to paint abstracted images on the sides of a semi-truck’s cargo trailer, the letters spelling out the word pineapple with pyramids and rectangles. I couldn’t tell if she was being ironic when she expressed amazement that a person can “get juicy pineapple in a snowy mountaintop.” At the Fabric Museum and Workshop in Philadelphia, where she was a resident artist, Tajima recorded the sounds of mechanical looms, digitized the audio, and output the imagery as woven pieces. The machine was thus “writing its own death,” she claimed, which toes the line with an art-theory obsession with obsolete technologies that denies the rapid rise of handcrafted and artisanal production over the past several years. Tajima executed a similar work using the sounds of a server farm and made new versions of Furniture Art and The Extras at the Mori Art Museum in Tokyo. True to form, her art practice has now become just as modular as the older forms she addresses and emulates.

    In Terms Of count: 2.


    1 Jeff Hnilicka, “Mika Tajima/New Humans,” The Green Room (blog), Walker Art Center, April 28, 2008.

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  • How the Ruling Class Stole the Idea of Contemporary Art—and How to Get It Back

    9.5 Theses on Art and Class with Ben Davis and Special Guests
    Thursday, September 5, 2013
    Housing Works Bookstore Café, New York

    Ben Davis, 9.5 Theses on Art and Class (2013)

    At the end of the first chapter of 9.5 Theses on Art and Class, the New York–based art critic and editor Ben Davis writes that a “theory of class might provide the missing center of the debate about art.” Indeed, the use, value, and status of art—especially in relation to politics and economics—have been the subject of a constantly flailing conversation since the Occupy moment, since the Great Recession, since the Bush years, since the rise of the biennial, since the Culture Wars, since Reagan, since Conceptual art, since Duchamp—okay, you get the point. It’s exactly this kind of exasperating, roundabout conversation that Davis wants to displace, and his new book does exactly that with resounding success.

    Much of this success comes not from confrontation and agitation but rather through reason, logic, and clear thinking, which is perhaps why the book launch with a five-person panel last week was such a cordial affair. After giving a brief autobiography, Davis declared that the book comes from a new place, without the usual art vocabulary, and that he wants to bring together the art and activist communities. (The left-leaning Haymarket Books, known for titles on radicals and revolutionaries, published 9.5 Theses on Art and Class.) Many of its thirteen chapters had appeared over the years, in rougher forms, at Artnet.com, but the material also came from vigorous conversations with artists, dealers, critics, and activists. A significant moment for the author was #class, an exhibition cum seminar cum think tank cum rant room that was held in early 2010 at Winkleman Gallery. Davis’s contribution to the event was the enumerated “9.5 Theses on Art and Class,” a cumulative list of Marxist-informed positions that illuminates much of what is wrong—and what could be right—about the contemporary world of art. “So you’re calling for a Reformation?” the art dealer Edward Winkleman asked him at the time. Apparently so, and it’s about time.

    In his talk, Davis summarized the distinctions and misconceptions among proper definitions of working, middle, and capitalist classes, which are elegantly covered in the first chapter. It’s not quite accurate to identify the middle class as based on income, education, or culture, but instead by the nature of a worker’s relationship to his or her labor. A middle-class person, Davis said, has agency, independence, and the ability to be one’s own boss. As an example he selected the mother of a Chicago-based activist and friend who runs her own cleaning business and employs two workers. Despite the type of work she does—maid service, really—this woman is middle class when compared to someone else in the same job at, for example, a hotel.

    Taking the subject of a chapter in Julia Bryan-Wilson’s book Art Workers: Radical Practice in the Vietnam War Era (2011), Davis provided a second anecdote of class perception in art. For his solo exhibition at the Whitney Museum of American Art in 1970, Robert Morris turned the museum into a construction site, bossing around the workers who moved large pieces of timber, concrete, and steel. Despite an intention to appear as a working-class construction worker, he actually became a supervisor—a middle- or even ruling-class position—of a process piece involving forklifts, cranes, and pulleys, burning through hours of hired manpower. (Later on Davis proclaimed that blue-chip stars like Jeff Koons and Damien Hirst have exited art and become company floor managers.) Last, the author described a tension between the middle-class, noncommercial artist who fears of selling out (i.e., making money) compared to the working class, which purposefully fights for a bigger piece of the pie. This dual identity, hyperbolically described by some as schizophrenic, was a strong undercurrent for the panelists.

    The class of 2013 (from left): Blithe Riley, Jennifer Dalton, William Powhida, Naeem Mohaiemen, and Ben Davis (photograph by Christopher Howard)

    Starting the discussion, Blithe Riley, an artist, activist, and member of a collective that founded Interference Archive in Brooklyn, considered 9.5 Theses on Art and Class to be inspirational while raising important questions. The book, she felt, unwittingly presented the identity of artist as totalizing; it also doesn’t reflect the experiences of the museum and gallery workforce. Art is an “opaque economy,” Davis responded, acknowledging that a primary problem is that an artist, whose creative labor is middle class, must sometimes identify simultaneously with the working class through a day job (that dualism again). With New York in mind I thought immediately of artists working as art handlers and in entry-level positions and internships at commercial galleries and nonprofit organizations.

    Jennifer Dalton, an artist whose work addresses sexism in the art world and an organizer of #class, had a problem with thesis 2.8: “Another role for art is a symbolic escape valve for radical impulses, to serve as a place to isolate and contain social energy that runs counter to the dominant ideology.” Not all art is radical, said Davis, whose observations in theses 2.0 to 2.9 explicate the roles of art for the ruling class, which of course do not foreclose other possibilities for creative labor. Dalton wanted to know about the political responsibility of artists and how it affects their practices: “When is an artist a citizen?” A better question, I think, would be “When is a person an artist and when is he or she a citizen?

    William Powhida, How the New Museum Committed Suicide with Banality, 2009, graphite on paper, dimensions not known (artwork © William Powhida)

    A veteran instructor for New York City public schools, the artist and #class conspirator William Powhida had started teaching this week and grumbled about the excessive time spent on administrative and evaluative duties that inevitably come with the position. He then conveyed his experiences as an artist with limited capital, which can be strained when studio accidents break expensive materials. With a corporate credit card for his practice—which is smartly registered as a limited liability company—Powhida has become that artist who produces work for art fairs, yet the majority of his income, he said, is derived not by selling his work with a gallery but through part-time teaching.

    Powhida is well known for creating art that is abrasive to the upper echelons of the art world but wonders about the effect his work has on this elite. For instance, what is he supposed to do when the Greek shipping magnate and art collector Dakis Joannou buys a print of a drawing called How the New Museum Committed Suicide with Banality that he designed for the cover of the November 2009 issue of the Brooklyn Rail, which satirized a decision by the downtown institution, on whose board Joannou serves, to let Koons organize an exhibition comprising only his holdings? After laboring in his studio throughout the early days of Occupy Wall Street in fall 2011, Powhida later attended meetings of the Arts & Labor working group but after a couple months decided that his satirical and parodic approach didn’t fit in with it. Undeterred, he has recently partnered with a few Bushwick artists and scenesters to investigate purchasing a commercial building to provide affordable studios for artists in an effort to slow down gentrification.

    Like Dalton, Naeem Mohaiemen, an artist, activist, and member of Gulf Labor, found thesis 9.0, which states that “The sphere of the visual arts is an important symbolic site of struggle; however, because of its middle-class character, it has relatively little effective social power,” to be contentious—if only as a call to arms to prove it wrong. He said that even a struggling artist has cultural capital and reiterated the evening’s recurrent notion of a person with multiple identities that cross class lines. To which group does an artist have a natural affinity, he asked, working or middle class? The answer is hard to produce here, but in other countries, he continued, divisions among classes are clear cut. Gulf Labor focuses on working conditions for migrant labor in the Middle East, that is, the ones who build the physical structures that house the institutions in which the art world works, such as the Guggenheim Abu Dhabi in the capital of the United Arab Emirates. People [in America] dismiss the subject, Mohaiemen said, because they believe that it is too complicated and that workers should be happy to have jobs. To people over there, a New York artist is part of an aloof elite.

    52 Weeks of Gulf Labor announced at the Venice Biennale

    Everyone seemed to agree that artists have tremendous amounts of symbolic power but not enough to mitigate rapidly growing inequality. What is the centralized institution against which to strike, Davis asked. Artists will keep making art, he proceeded, whether they sell it or not. Dalton contended that artists should boycott, not strike: “Don’t participate in what you don’t believe in.” The power of saying no is certainly one implicit goal of a group like Working Artists and the Greater Economy (W.A.G.E.). Similarly, Mohaiemen offered this advice to artists: “withhold and engage.”

    Circling back to the gentrification issue, a man in the audience with a British accent propounded that artists never exercise community power in their neighborhoods, like immigrants do. It is true that certain cultures have roots while others don’t. Powhida reminded him that his current interest—collectively buying and operating a studio building—would not displace residents; it’s an endeavor that aims to take advantage of underused commercial property—and therefore give the participants an important stake in the community. The questioning continued: Would the artists sequester themselves from the community? Should they teach computer classes to their neighbors? To me, these lines of thought obscure the larger picture, and Powhida has the right idea. Gentrification in New York can generally be mitigated in two ways: by owning property and through rent stabilization. The focus of advocacy efforts should be on education and action, in particular, guiding residents through the legal, financial, and governmental landscape of property ownership while helping enforce the rights of those facing eviction and displacement. The encroachment of hipster bars and restaurants, and galleries and boutiques, is consequential but beside the point. We need lawyers and social workers, teachers and those with political connections, not artists.

    One audience member contented that 9.5 Theses on Art and Class collapses politics into activism. “Professional revolutionaries” like Leon Trotsky or Hannah Arendt, he argued, would not think of themselves as activists. “Is activism your ultimate goal?” he finally asked. Davis briefly discussed his involvement with anti-racist, anti-prison, and anti-death-penalty groups, which he admitted has a narrow, limited scope. Yet helping people on a case-by-case basis, he hoped that this activity would have a larger impact. Powhida observed that Occupy Wall Street started large and fractured into working groups. The movement no longer has a discernible physical presence, amplified by the media and through confrontations with police, like it did in 2011, but instead operates on a smaller scale. I was reminded how Occupy Sandy mobilized relief efforts much quicker than established charities following the November 2012 hurricane.

    Looking beyond New York, Riley has noticed, through conducting professional-development workshops with Creative Capital across the country, that people all over have different solutions. The “professional art world,” she implored, needs to “think bigger.” She also encouraged people to step away from the art world and get involved in social-justice issues. “There are a lot of wins,” she said, that just “may not be visible” to someone with a passing interest in activism and politics. Dalton wanted people to “hesitate less” and “pick up a shovel.” Ultimately, Davis’s book makes its readers dig deeper, asking them—us—what they value in art and in life.

    In Terms Of count: 6.

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    Carol De Pasquale, “And Then We’ll Dissolve the State,” In Terms Of, September 8, 2013.

    Edward Winkleman, “The Paradox of the Artist Activist,” Ed_ Winkleman, September 6, 2013.