Of Blood and Beauty

The Evergreen State College

Category: KulturBingo

Gallery Weekend 1

Philosophy is a bit hard. To me, studying it can be compared to the experience of holding too many marbles in your hands. Some of them slip out, and as you’re reaching down to scoop them back up, another few fall, and so on and so forth. Which is not a static quality–it’s a matter of honing fine motor skills.
There is something to be said about that, though. In the spaces where the “-ists” and “-isms” should go are spaces that I bridge with other things–more personal ideas, I guess. Whatever that means. But. This weekend is Berlin’s Gallery Weekend. I’ve already spent one day meandering, and will continue to do so today. But I’ve been thinking about the experience of the gallery.
One walks in and finds a dense informative blurb about the artist and their work, serving as a guide of sorts. These blurbs are so dense because they are packed with dense terminology. I have mixed feelings about them. I don’t like being told what to see from the very beginning in heavy academic language, yet I also feel I need to be. More marbles are added to my pockets, and I don’t usually want that. I have plenty already.

All of this is difficult for me to articulate.

This isn’t a new idea, but contemporary art is borne of the countless “-isms” floating around in our atmosphere, a child of philosophy. One could argue that all art is the fruit of that wordy womb.
But galleries. Galleries are a site of intellectual activity, oftentimes, simultaneously self-conscious and ignorant of this fact. Self-conscious insofor as it employs these dense ideas; unconscious because it is also the mere act of experiencing artwork. And of course, museums are like this–however, they are built for the masses and depend on tourists and visitors. The gallery is exclusive, painstaking, and nit-picky. The gallery is not built for a group of bumbling tourists, but for the intellects to gather with wine and one another to exchange their philosophical marbles. I’m not sure if this is a criticism, an us/them situation, because I also partake in the activity (albeit without the plastic cup wine) for the joy of discussing art as it is, in the moment, with a pal. It’s good brain exercise. I get to play with my favorite marbles and listen to the others jangle in the background and on the floor.

I guess my issue is the delineation between the exclusive, intellectual, boujie qualities of the gallery, and the understanding and non-judgmental museum. The former (aggressively?) insists upon its hand-picked artists and their philosophical abstractions and expressions, the latter merely offers a name and date. A clash of direction, of space. And of course, time. It’s funny, the museum makes me want to stay and think hard, and the gallery makes me want to scan and leave. Why is that? All of these ideas will be kept in mind when I go today to more.

I’d love your feedback, and maybe help with molding these ideas a bit more! Bitte Gallery Weekend 1

To be continued, with pictures….

KulturBingo: Berlinische Galerie

I’ve been thinking about the museum as a site for possible (cross)cultural didacticism: a reinscription of the spectaclized social order that still manages to drive itself beyond the seemingly clear hegemonic strictures it reproduces and codifies—a tenderly productive idea thoughtfully presented in the first essay we read for this course: “Escape From Amnesia: The Museum as Mass Medium,” by Andreas Huyssen. This “driving beyond,” (not his words) as Huyssen presents it, has the possibility of being performed by curator, artist and spectator. Given this, I found a case par excellence upon viewing Erwin Wurm’s work “One Minute Sculptures” as displayed in the Berlinische Galerie. The work asks the viewer for direct involvement with the objects presented: one has to put their own body directly into the situation of the work by making a prescribed “sculpture” with the books, chairs, refrigerators, and other common objects. I was immediately pleased with my own embarrassment and hesitancy to place my self within the “performance” of the works having gone to the gallery by myself. So, instead, I relegated my viewing to look at others who were sharing their interactions with the art through looking at each other and taking photographs of themselves doing as such: people sharing the wearing of a large sweater, placing their legs awkwardly through a chair, laying on an arrangement of tennis balls, sticking their heads into both sides of a small doghouse, standing within a folded lawn chair, and so forth.

This sense of being forced, or rather, permitted, to directly negotiate the bodily is continued in Wurm’s “Narrow House,” a “faithful reconstruction of his parents’ home in every detail, except that the artist has compressed it into a depth of just over a meter” (from the gallery’s web site). While the copy explaining the house lettered on the wall in the museum refers to this narrowing as symbolizing the strictures of provincial life, the main difficulty in viewing the work is found within the difficult negotiation between everybody trying to view the work. How can we all move through the space to allow for a full glimpse? (I can’t imagine what it’ll be like during high tourist season.) Hence the happy, if subtly disquieting embarrassment I found in these works: as embodied viewers, we must constantly question how we are engaging with the material at hand. We are not just bodies to be pleased. It was a wonderful reminder to take account of what it is to look at things and engage with them as others, without and within.

KulturBingo: Berlinische Galerie

I’ve been thinking about the museum as a site for possible (cross)cultural didacticism: a reinscription of the spectaclized social order that still manages to drive itself beyond the seemingly clear hegemonic strictures it reproduces and codifies—a tenderly productive idea thoughtfully presented in the first essay we read for this course: “Escape From Amnesia: The Museum as Mass Medium,” by Andreas Huyssen. This “driving beyond,” (not his words) as Huyssen presents it, has the possibility of being performed by curator, artist and spectator. Given this, I found a case par excellence upon viewing Erwin Wurm’s work “One Minute Sculptures” as displayed in the Berlinische Galerie. The work asks the viewer for direct involvement with the objects presented: one has to put their own body directly into the situation of the work by making a prescribed “sculpture” with the books, chairs, refrigerators, and other common objects. I was immediately pleased with my own embarrassment and hesitancy to place my self within the “performance” of the works having gone to the gallery by myself. So, instead, I relegated my viewing to look at others who were sharing their interactions with the art through looking at each other and taking photographs of themselves doing as such: people sharing the wearing of a large sweater, placing their legs awkwardly through a chair, laying on an arrangement of tennis balls, sticking their heads into both sides of a small doghouse, standing within a folded lawn chair, and so forth.

This sense of being forced, or rather, permitted, to directly negotiate the bodily is continued in Wurm’s “Narrow House,” a “faithful reconstruction of his parents’ home in every detail, except that the artist has compressed it into a depth of just over a meter” (from the gallery’s web site). While the copy explaining the house lettered on the wall in the museum refers to this narrowing as symbolizing the strictures of provincial life, the main difficulty in viewing the work is found within the difficult negotiation between everybody trying to view the work. How can we all move through the space to allow for a full glimpse? (I can’t imagine what it’ll be like during high tourist season.) Hence the happy, if subtly disquieting embarrassment I found in these works: as embodied viewers, we must constantly question how we are engaging with the material at hand. We are not just bodies to be pleased. It was a wonderful reminder to take account of what it is to look at things and engage with them as others, without and within.

KulturBingo—Bauhaus-Archiv

Upon visiting the Bauhaus-Archiv, a museum goer is confronted with a collection of objects chosen from what I perceived as the school’s more famous and possibly more obviously influential items of cultural production: architecture, furniture, lamps, tea sets, other items for the household. Along with this is a smattering of paintings, the very famous chess board (which you can purchase a copy of in the giftshop, of course) a couple of textile pieces (one of which is a truly excellent weaving by Anne Albers), some sculpture, and various other pieces from the artistic production of the school. The Museum is useful in this: as I walked through the small, open-spaced galleries, the objects appeared to me as if in a three dimensional coffee table book. Fantastic to see, but, I found myself a little disappointed in this somewhat limited presentation.

Because of the predominance of these types of selections, the role of the Bauhaus as a pedagogical institution is lost in the midst. Documentation of the life of the school barely makes it’s presence felt. There are only brief references to the kind of teaching that took place among the few examples of student work. My own encounters with the Bauhaus have been through retellings of the school itself—I had hoped to see more examples within the galleries. Within this disappointment, however, reside a number of important questions: Why does the curation of this museum value objects of direct commodification over the pedagogical development that took place in the Bauhaus, a development that would find its way into Evergreen via Black Mountain College? What is more important: its students or its objects made? Why is the student body being taken for granted as a forgotten excess to the latter? Given these, how are we to remember the institution? As a pedagogical experiment or as a producer of commodities? Is it even possible to Muezealize education or pedagogy?

In an additional obscuration, I found the galleries to not represent the character of the architecture: I had the best experience of the building sitting the courtyard drinking coffee and walking around the outside after leaving.