This week: David Salle! Great conversation. Listen. You. Now.
Chicago! (or rather, Cook County) the Propeller Fund is up and ready for your application. Gallery 400 and Threewalls team up again for the third year in a row to award 15 incredibly lucky people and break everyone elses heart. There is also a slew of workshop and one-on-one opportunities to discuss and learn more about the process throughout the summer. Donâ€™t be lazy!
From the website:
Propeller Fund provides money directly to artists, curators, and groups living and working in Cook County, Illinois, and seeks to support projects that are independent, informal, self-organized, and long-term or short-term. Propeller Fund recognizes that small, informal, and self-organized operations constitute a large catalyst for the creative activity and vitality of the Chicago visual art world. These projects are responsible for much of the complexity and richness in the art community.
Propeller Fund exists to stimulate further growth throughout Chicago; to encourage more varied models; to spread the activities into more diverse areas; to promote the publicâ€™s interaction with, and public recognition of such activities; and to spark ambitions beyond current formats.
Deadline: August 1st, 2012
UCLA’s 2012 Wight Biennial
MFA-ers in despair over the hard truth of Hennessey Youngmanâ€™s new Grad School thoughtz, the Wight Biennial is here to save you. By June 1st.
From the website:
The Wight Biennial is curated and produced by a committee of graduate students in the art department, often in collaboration with students from other departments. The objective of the show is to exhibit this specific group of emerging artists as well as foster an investigative exchange between graduate programs at UCLA and other institutions in the United States and abroad.
Â The 2012 exhibition is an exploration of interference as a model for art-making and reception. The glitch, the stutter, the moirÃ©, the illegible palimpsest, the thwarted expectation, and the feedback loop are examples of things that can be understood as interference events or as having arisen from an interference event. The artwork that we seek for this exhibition will be born from, infused with, or generate interference. It will contain a rupture or divergence from the agreed upon language that it appears to use.
Cue the Deleuze. More info here: http://newwightbiennial2012.tumblr.com/
Some links for y’all:
New York Fine Artistâ€™s classifieds of opportunities and services, mostly for you east-coasters.
Re-titles evergrowing repertoire of announcements, especially focusing on the internationally minded.
College Art Associationâ€™s very professional listings of conferences, fellowships and call for proposals.
Work by Nick Black.
Antena is located at 1765 S. Laflin St. Reception Friday, 7-10pm.
Work by Teiji Hayama.
EC Gallery id located at 215 N. Aberdeen St. Reception Friday, 6-8pm.
Work by Brian Kapernakas.
65Grand is located at 1369 W. Grand Ave. Reception Friday, 6-9pm.
Work by Janine Biunno.
ACRE Projects is located at 1913 w 17th St. Reception Saturday, 4-8pm.
Work by Richard Galling and Daniel Shea.
LVL3 Gallery is located at 1542 N Milwaukee Ave. 3rd fl. Reception Saturday 6-10pm.
The world of moving images is fraught with comparisons to magic, to illusions. It is our inheritance and itâ€™s where photographic work gets its heat. Mary Helena Clarkâ€™s films work because she understands the perpetual strangeness of seeing â€œreal lifeâ€ projected on a screen. She understands how to craft a vision of that reality that is highly subjective while still being attuned to the audienceâ€™s desires, expectations and baggage. And, in so doing, her works subvert our expectations of the veracity of moving images, while at the same reaffirming the vitality of the well-timed magic trick.
The works feel like they are entirely on her terms. We experience them as we do a well-crafted magic act: the illusionsâ€™ realities owe as much to their deception as to the pleasure of being deceived. Built from varied sourcesâ€”both crafted and borrowedâ€”her films are collages in the best sense. The materials are simultaneously autonomous and inextricably entangled. They are deeply mysterious while bound to reality. And, like so many works of this kind, they giveâ€”capably and generouslyâ€”as much as weâ€™re willing to take.
She has screened widely and in many of the finest contexts the experimental film community offers. Having just completed her MFA at the University of Illinois Chicago, it is fitting that she has a capstone show of her work at Roots and Culture on May 27th. Many of the works will be screening in their native 16mm and though I may not be allowed be to say as much, there may very well be secret works screened interstitially.Â
To begin, I was hoping you could share a bit about where you come from and what brought you to this kind of work. What were you like as an 18 year old? Did you arrive at experimental film through low-budget horror films? Punk shows? Color field comic books? And, relatedly, who were the makers and what was it they made that created that shift in your brain to begin making (or thinking about) experimental film?
I wish I could say something cool but the more honest answer is poetry. I wrote poems and a few plays and set up a darkroom when I was in high school. And then went to film school never having made any films. Robert Todd was my first teacher who showed me experimental film and taught me how to shoot 16mm and use an optical printer. I thought I would eventually make narrative films and that experimental work was a way of mastering images and building a vocabulary but it became my preferred language.
I feel like a lot of your work deals with tromp l’oeil and different types of illusion. While your images are very photographicâ€”that is to say that instead of being computer generated, heavily processed, etc. they bear a tight indexical relationship to their subjectsâ€”but they don’t always feel real, whatever that means. Will you describe your relationship to illusion? What types of images appeal to you in the process of creating and gathering them?
I like that magic tricks still work even when you know the moves.
For me, an illusion gives you the best of both worlds. Fantasy and an awareness of its production.
In Sound Over Water, I wanted to shift the interpretation of a single imageâ€”a flock of birdsâ€” through fluctuating abstraction. By re-photographing and hand processing the images, the â€œreadâ€ changes. Itâ€™s ambiguously figurativeâ€”schools of fish, crashing waves, light on waterâ€”and then ends with the series of photographs acting as document, accentuating the gap between actual and perceptual.
I want to make cinema that is both trance-like and transparent: that operates on dream logic until disrupted by a moment of self-reflexivity, like tripping on an extension cord.
The man at the end of By Foot-Candle Light is completely beguiling. His performance begins somewhere between a portrait and a screen test, but then gets so lovably weird.
Â When I first saw this I had a feeling that this was your father and that you had invited him into your studio to chat and play around and once the camera started rolling, he slowly began to goof. There’s a really amazing intimacy in that moment because his eyes are locked on the lens and as his behavior gets stranger, there’s more interactionÂ on the camera’s end. I’m almost reticent to have you blow this mystery by giving the back-story of this performance (and the film more broadly), but I think that too gives an interesting indication into your process.
I had the good fortune of meeting Paul Russell when he came to audition for the role of a hypnotist in another unmade film. I was trying to recreate a story my friend told me about a hypnotist coming to his middle school. He told me that a very shy and very pretty girl was picked from the audience as a volunteer. My friendâ€™s crush on her grew as he watched her fall into a trance and â€œseeâ€ snow for the first time. He described this sublime scene of this girl spot-lit on stage, arms raised, turning in unseen flurries. I thought, â€œThatâ€™d be a nice film!â€ but by casting call I knew the whole project was too precious. So I filmed the auditions and conflated the making of the movie with the dream you might have had.
My read on By Foot-Candle Light is that it’s a lot about performance. The startling and (when watched in a proper theater, incredibly effective) opening shot prepares us for an invisible star. The probing lights next take us into a mysterious cave, through a detour of what appears to be a high school dance troupe performance and into a snow-covered birch forest. The white snow gives the illusion that the trees are floating in the air or that the ground has been physically removed from the image. The grain of the trees and the grain of the celluloid undulate and breathe. Then, another illusion: the introduction of footsteps in snow. Through the dream logic of cinema, these cut to your own feet, silent in your studio. Thereâ€™s applause, the mysterious man appears and, with the shushing of the crowd, his magic eye tricks begin. Does this read resonate? Can you offer some insight into how you think about performance, both in and out of films, and if/how the roving, subjective camera (and attendant lights) performs for the audience?
You got it! This is the film where the periphery becomes the focus. Itâ€™s everything that circulates around the main performance, brought up stage in the film. So yes, I wonder if the spotlight has enough pluck to be the lead. It’s sort of like a travelogue trance film Ã la Maya Deren. I am thinking as much about the audience as I am the performer (or absence of one). How does the texture of the film/video change our situation as viewers? When seen â€œon the big screenâ€ the opening shot performs another space, other moments of the film are about teleportation. And where do we arrive? In the filmmakerâ€™s studio. I guess thatâ€™s my take on the sweaty leap from bed, itâ€™s all just a dream!
And The Sunflowers pairs still images of floral wallpaper with a guided meditation soundtrack, with marvelously subtle textural pulsing in the form of analog video artifacts.Â As the voices pulls the viewer more deeply into a hypnotic state, another layer larger, realer flowers emerge.
The effect is very hypnagogic, both hallucinatory and subdued. I have a Christopher Wool poster that I’ve played boggle with for hundreds of hours. That wallpaper felt like it’s absorbed a lot of spaced-out eye hours. The pacing in that work is notable because it doesn’t feel excessively durational (or about duration, let’s say), but it does provide the slowness necessary to give us that intimate zoned feeling.
Your work frequently fuses disparate elements, both shot and found. Do you consider them collage films? Do you have an interest in collage as a way to think about your work?
I do. I like how the phrase collage film implies an individuality to the elements of the film even after theyâ€™ve been brought together and chopped up and manipulated. Theyâ€™re still these discrete things with their past lives. I like finding sounds and images that seem perfectly self-expressive, but theyâ€™re just found! And then use them with footage or recordings Iâ€™ve crafted. There’s comfort in knowing it can all make sense, that my meaning can live on top of the materialâ€™s particular history.
You were telling me a bit about your thesis and about the way you’ve adapted Franco Moretti’s notion of clues within detective novels to function as a model for thinking about avant-garde cinema. I know it’s hard to condense however many dozens of pages into a paragraph, but I’m hoping you could talk a bit about this idea and how your research has impacted the way you think about the work you made before reading it (as if, perhaps, these were clues that reveal what your work has become) and the work you’ve been making since.
Itâ€™s a wonderful conceit from Morettiâ€™s Signs Taken For Wonders… The clue as the key to the â€œsemantic ambiguitiesâ€ created by the criminal. That in a detective novel the revelation of a clue creates new meaning to an object or event. (Morettiâ€™s example is the band in the Sherlock Holmesâ€™ story The Speckled Band being deciphered as band, then scarf, then snake). As a filmmaker, I am interested in the slip between signifier and sign and the multiplicity of meanings allowed when a 1:1 relationship is broken. In this noir-ish light, the world is filled with puzzles, confusing the senses, reducing a crowd to color, a dog to a syllable, darkness to infinite space. I think my earlier movies were looking for the hidden and mysterious and my newer films have a sensitivity to whatâ€™s in plain sight. Or at least thatâ€™s what I hope for. Itâ€™s the difference of staring at oneâ€™s wallpapered bedroom or taking a walk.
Orpheus (outtakes) is meant to function, at least nominally, as a series of outtakes from Cocteau’s Orpheus. Part of what makes that such an exceptional film is its reliance on relatively simple special effects to convey grand symbolic ideas. Certainly these were relatively sophisticated techniques in 1949, but their power today is imbued with an at least elementary concept on the audienceâ€™s part in how they were made. The work and its effect (so to speak) are uncanny because they are still grounded in reality, because their artifice is simultaneously total and naked. When we look at a computer-generated alien, all its variables are controlled by the makers: its relationship to reality essentially lacks context. Your outtakes maintain the film’s knack for the uncanny and magical. The direct rayogram of the chain gives us a feeling of falling or of a large chain falling, always just out of reach. And yet it is simultaneously a chain and we know how it got there.
Yes. Again itâ€™s plainness in illusion that interests me. MÃ©liÃ¨s made people disappear by turning the camera on and off and I think the simplest tricks are a nice reminder of the ease with which the mysterious can be conjured. AndrÃ© Bazin has that great quote about photography ranking â€œhigh in the order of surrealist creativity because it produces an image that is a reality of nature, namely a hallucination that is also a fact.â€ Nice, right? I think of this quote when watching the chain rayogram in Orpheus (outtakes) that you mentioned. The image made by the objectâ€™s own outline on the film creates a flattened, rhythmically pulsating pattern. Sometimes it reads as a chain and at others a braid or a spine, but I am most interested in the vacuous space or the â€œrabbit holeâ€ the object implies.
Iâ€™m with you on the deepening poetry of Cocteau’s special effects. Our awareness of his trick photography empowers them more. In Orpheus mirrors are portals to the underworld. He used tanks of water to make the â€œglassâ€ a permeable surface. It’s an elegant solution for the visual effect and complicates the metaphor. In my (outtakes) I use the hole punch common on 16mm film leader as a mouth of a tunnel. We see the flash of the punch mark then the circle slowly grows to engulf the frame. It is the first instance in the film where the artifacts (dirt, scratches, lettering) become representational. The film looks to its physical condition to point to the liminal state.
In re-watching Orpheus (outtakes) I realized that I was asking you many of the same questions as the contestants on that 1950s game show from which moments of your audio are taken. They ask (and no one answers): Are you in motion pictures? Are you a comedian? Do you also appear on the stage? Do you go back as far as the silent movies? So, to further literalize this chain: will you address the role humor plays in your work? Why Buster Keaton? Why the game show?
The cartoon references like the tunnel or the blinking eyes in the dark are funny to me but also sad, goofy and lonely. A figure with no voice, no visible body, only eyes looking out where no one can see… I think itâ€™s easy to find some stoner existentialism in these Looney Tunes tropes. Inky black voids. I love that stuff…
Why Buster Keaton? Heâ€™s always been my favorite. Heâ€™s the master of turning the everyday object into mutable forms. His engagement with the world is totally physical and pure magic.
Why the game show? The first time I heard Buster Keaton talk was on an episode of Whatâ€™s My Line when he was the mystery guest. He seemed so anachronistic and alien. When I decided to riff on Cocteauâ€™s Orpheus, I thought he should play a part since he moved (precariously) between the worlds of silent and sound cinema. And what makes more sense then a silent film star acting in a film about the underworld where it is very, very dark?
How is a filmmaker like a hypnotist?
In my case, both use the mode of direct address. You are getting sleepy. You are sitting in a darkened room. Iâ€™m always thinking about the moment of reception, and pointing to that moment as a way of implicating the audience.
When I was young my dad used to school me at Trivial Pursuit every time we played. I went on thinking he was a singular genius for a couple of decades.
My reverence flagged only when I realized all the questions in the game were written by baby boomers; the answer was always Jefferson Airplane, G. Gordon Liddy or Robert McNamara. At some point, probably when I started teaching college, I came to realize that his McNamara is my Condoleezza Rice; his Liddy is my Linda Tripp; his Syd Barret is my Jeff Mangum, etc., etc. Generations are structurally parallel to each other.
My students donâ€™t know this yet, and as a result they treat me like Iâ€™m Doris Kearns Goodwin when I reveal what is a fairly superficial knowledge of George W. Bushâ€™s cabinet, or the cast of various John Hughes films.
And thatâ€™s one of the best aspects of aging: ordinary, trivial information gleaned by osmosis eventually passes for legitimate historical knowledge.
Iâ€™m more aware of this osmotic knowledge when in New York. I donâ€™t watch any scripted television or queue up for summer blockbuster movies, but I still know about shows like PsychÂ andÂ Burn NoticeÂ only because I wait for subway trains. A fragmented and superficial education in contemporary pop culture comes with one’s New York address.
In Wisconsin Iâ€™m blind to pop culture. There are no subway posters and where I live, no billboards. If I stumble into a Gap for some socks I may be forced to learn a new song by the Shins or Snow Patrol, but otherwise I have no connection to what others in the world are up to if I don’t turn on a television or open a magazine.
This topic came up with some friends in New York. It turned out that we had all heard of the show Breaking BadÂ but couldnâ€™t say anything about its nature other than the guy in it was also in the movie, Drive. It occurred to us that we didn’t even know people who knew people in New York who watchedÂ Pscyh or Corazon Caliente, yet everyone at the table knew both shows to the depth that I do Condoleeza Rice, which is to say, not very.
The question of who was watching shows like Burn Notice andÂ Breaking Bad simmered in my head for a few weeks when some acquaintances in Wisconsin urged me, without my provocation, to watch Breaking Bad.Â
â€œItâ€™s amazing, you gotta check it out. Itâ€™s totally unique.â€
After the recommendation, all five of them dove into a conversation aboutÂ Breaking Bad’s merits and left me in the dust.Â I contemplated the elegance and ease of five individuals sharing consciousness through a television show. I was momentarily jealous that they had a conversational topic to share, so sat out the round sifting for pumpernickel chips in the bar snack mix. The mix had been removed of all the good stuff leaving mostly pretzels and some goldfish crumbs. This forced the revelation that in a place like Cedarburg, Wisconsin, where the culture is relatively homogenous, sharing consciousness is easier than it is in New York.
I interjected having seen a poster of Burn Notice on the Nassau subway stop where someone had scratched a vagina in ball-point pen between the legs of its starâ€¦whose name I didnâ€™t know.I didn’t realize for several beers that I had my shows confused.
Writing this from a subway platform at Nassau and Manhattan Avenues, under a poster for Rock Star beverage and a superhero movie set to explode, an eclectic crowd mills on the platform. Asians carry Asian-language newspapers under their arms; Polish women tote the Polish daily Nowy Dziennik, and kids of a million backgrounds are drinking various energy drinks.
Iâ€™m about to shoehorn onto a train with the most diverse cross section of individuals on any train in the world, who themselves live within most Byzantine network of pop-media advertising anywhere else. I wonder how elegantly all this diversity interfaces. Does anyone know who watches Burn Notice? How much consciousness do we share in New York versus a one-bar town in Iowa? How much of this NYC multitude ends up inside of me superficially through osmosis, and how much through engaged scholarship?
I have no idea what “Nowy Dziennik” translates to, nor will I ever know what Burn Notice is about.
They always say that New York is a melting pot, but I think sometimes itâ€™s more like the lava lamp on Grace Slickâ€™s nightstand.
I should probably ask the woman to my left how to say â€œhelloâ€ in Polish.