An exhibit showcasing the Chicano arts collective ASCO, which was active in Los Angeles throughout most of the 1970s and 80s, is currently touring the North American continent. Unfortunately, it wonâ€™t be coming to Indiana any time soon, so I have had to make due with the thick catalog from the show, â€œAsco: Elite of the Obscure.â€ Fortunately itâ€™s a beautiful book. Ascoâ€™s artwork ties into a lot of my ongoing pet concerns – kitsch, the foreigner, the â€œas ifâ€ artwork â€“ in dynamic and interesting ways, so I thought I would share some thoughts on this arts movement. But most importantly, the images are utterly beautiful and hilarious. I can’t help myself: I’m fascinated, I keep thinking about these images, this movement, which may seem very far removed from my own life in Indiana, but yet seems very relevant to me.
The name â€œASCOâ€ is itself interesting. To begin with, like the famous forbearer â€œDada,â€ it is a foreign word (itâ€™s Spanish, meaning nausea) that is both strange and catchy. It â€œworksâ€ in English as a kind of brand name (Iâ€™m gonna get som Asco at the corner store? Have you gotten the latest Asco yet?), but the Spanish adds a layer of obscurity, of a sense of something hidden. This combination of the kitschy and the hidden is in many ways emblematic of a foreigner aesthetic. Iâ€™m using the word â€œforeignerâ€ to conveniently include here both actual immigrants and ethnic minorities. I know thereâ€™s a difference but thereâ€™s also a similarity: a presence that troubles the dream of homogeneity.
In U.S. culture â€“ whether â€œhighâ€ or â€œlowâ€ â€“ the foreigner is often a figure of kitsch: s/he is a fake version of the real thing (â€œthe Americanâ€), lacking the interiority of the American Subject. That is, the foreigner is thing-like. S/he has no soul. In this regard foreigners are a lot like Art. Everything we touch becomes art.
Ethnic or minority or immigrant cultures are often very conservative in trying to avoid this kitsch label, insisting on a kind of authenticity of their culture. America often finds that very attractive as well: â€œthe old worldâ€ of authenticity as opposed to the modern America. This is another form of kitsch, â€œauthenticity kitsch.â€
[Some Swedish kitsch…]
A while back I got in a heated discussion with a Latino poet who claimed the Latina writer Sandy Florian was not a Latina writer because she did not â€œwrite about the Latina experience.â€ Her writing was too â€œexperimentalâ€ â€“ ie it called attention to itself as artifice, rather than (as his own poetry) seeking to document the stuff of the Latin â€œexperienceâ€ (whether food, customs, family traditions). In other words, art gets in the way to this â€œdocumenting.â€ Authenticity becomes a conservative aesthetic. Ethnicity becomes an aesthetic. Paradoxically, all things aesthetic are of course artifice.
In this insistence on art that â€œdocumentsâ€ the â€œreal thing,â€ this conservative aesthetic reminds me quite a bit of the discussions in â€œPerformance Artâ€ where it seems to me (I admit it, Iâ€™m not an expert in this field) important that the real art is the performance, not the â€œdocumentation.â€ Sometimes Iâ€™ve come across these spats in performance art discussions where people get accused of turning the â€œdocumentationâ€ into the artwork.
For example, Joseph Beuys was often accused of this. And that definitely seems true. My favorite work by Beuys is his long-running series of photographs â€œArena: Where would I have got if I had been intelligent,â€ which consists of photographs of art objects, regular objects and performances by Beuys. Except, the divisions are immediately blurred. The montage of photographs of artistic relics/souvenirs from the performances renders any object he might put in the show into a relic; the montage sets up an equal sign of sorts; it tells us: these are photographs of relics. Everything is a relic, a souvenir. The art cannot be contained.
Likewise, itâ€™s not clear if all the pictures of Beuys himself are from actual performances, or if any picture with him is a performance, if his life is a performance. The â€œcutâ€ between photographs are too far apart to be â€œsuturedâ€ together into a montage. Art has redefined itself, redefined â€œlife,â€ There is no longer an â€œoutside.â€ Thereâ€™s an atmosphere that leaks out surrounding everything, turning everything into Art.
Conducted at the same roughly the same time, the ASCO artworks play with a similar dynamic in their â€œNo Films,â€ which consist of fake film stills from non-existent movies, starring â€œbario stars,â€ an ethnic version of the â€œsuperstarsâ€ of Jack Smith (whose film stills from the 1960s is probably the most direct predecessor of ASCOâ€™s work) and Andy Warhol. This connection suggests another important connection: that between the foreigner and the homosexual, between the immigrant and the queer.
As modernist poet and constant immigrant (from Russia to Finland and later Lithuania) Henry Parland put it in his diary: â€œI am always a foreigner, no matter where I go.â€ To be a foreigner is to be a kind of drag version of the native, the foreigner introduces Art into every dimension of life. Some people â€“ such as the Latino poet who could not find the â€œLatina experienceâ€ in Sandy Florianâ€™s work â€“ would try to deny that the reified â€˜immigrant experienceâ€™ is itself kitsch, made up of costumes, objects, food, customs, a recognizable cast of characters, etc. Others, such as ASCO, would use it to produce their Art.
What strikes me in these would-be B-movie promotional stills is the use of cheap trinkets, the kitsch: disco-aliens with platform boots attack a bum with a huge fake axe, a woman is taped to a wall, a dolls is burning. These trinkets and human figures are posed around very mundane parts of Los Angeles; but their make-up, their trinkets both call attention to the mundane Los Angeles and turn it into something ridiculously glamorous, a kind of kitsch glamour. In this way it seems to opposite of the Hollywood idea of Los Angeles: The ultra-rich heart of spectacle culture that can create every exotic locale within its studios. Here the shitty glamour brings the â€œstudioâ€ out into Los Angeles, which finally becomes visibleâ€¦ as Art.
The other thing is that this shitty glamour is actually circuited to ethnicity. You can see this connection very explicitly if you look at some of ASCOâ€™s artwork â€“ such as â€œStations of the Cross,â€ where they dressed up in Day-of-the-Dead-inspired garbs and carried a cross to the draft station used to sign up Chicanos for the Vietnam War. Once youâ€™ve become aware of the political and ethnic dimensions of that protest, you can see the connection between the kitsch and the ethnic-inspired matter in the No Movies.
Let me return to the name ASCO, the name with its dual meaning of kitsch-brand and foreign, obscure word. Who was afflicted by this â€œnauseaâ€? When asked in 1983 where the name came from, Gronk (one of the members) said:
â€œThat was generally the reaction to a lot of the work that we were doing, when we first started doing work, is people would say, refer to our work as giving them, â€œUuhllhh!â€ asco. So we said, â€œThatâ€™s a nice title,â€ so we applied it to ourselves. A lot of the stuff early on was like real bloody and used a lot of different things, like dead birds and bones, and anything we could get our hands on. So the reaction by the community, or by different people that would see the work, was that it was giving them nausea. We liked the word.â€
So in this definition, their artwork is named after the reception, after the effect their art has on people. But this is not the only explanation the group has given for its name. As C.Ondine Chavoya and Rita Gonzalez point out in their article â€œAsco and the Politics of Revulsion,â€ another member, Harry Gamboa noted very early on: â€œLast year at this time I was very active in the affairs of my community. I was deeply bothered and disgusted with the condition of my community and the Mexican American people. I learned to distrust and dislike everything that was pro-establishment.â€ Along the same line, Gronk also said â€œa lot of our friends were coming back in body bags and were dying, and we were seeing a whole generation come back that werenâ€™t alive anymore. And in a sense that gave us nauseaâ€¦ that is Asco, in a way.â€ The group also stated that they were â€œattracted and appalled by the glitter and gangrene of urban reality.â€
What I love about all these definitions â€“ seemingly seeping out of a very basic yet foreign word â€“ is the contradictions: the nausea is a negative response to the artwork which is a negative response to the political realities and or the kitschy â€œglitter,â€ which may be a disease in itself. In Julia Kristevaâ€™s famous definition of â€œabjectingâ€ as vomiting out the abject in order to maintain the self. â€œThe abjectâ€ is that which troubles boundaries. And here the nausea is both in the viewer and the artist, both inside the artists and outside of them. The glitter, the kitsch is the disease is both a source of fascination and nausea. Asco doesnâ€™t expel the kitsch, they harbor it, they are fascinated by it; this fascination doesnâ€™t heal, it seems to permeate.
Like the element of the un-sutured montage, the nauseating atmosphere of Ascoâ€™s work permeates the city of Los Angeles, blurring boundaries between inside and outside, fantasy and reality, Los Angeles and â€œLos Angeles.â€ Perhaps the most strikingly political aspect of this aesthetic can be seen in the stunning photograph â€œDecoyâ€. The group sent this picture of an apparently dead man in the middle of a street in Los Angeles to newspapers and news shows as evidence of another Chicano riot gone awry, and these news-outlets promptly broadcast it as evidence.
And this is where I feel like a lot of my concerns in this essay come together: the anxiety about proper documentation is totally undermined by the very beautiful fake documentation, the ethnic â€œdocumentâ€ becomes the imaginary trace of violence, the nausea pervades everything â€“ from the disenfranchised Chicano artists to the corporate news shows. Glitter and gangrene, glitter and gangreneâ€¦.
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I came on as the Managing Editor of the Bad at Sports blog about a month ago. It’s been an exciting turn and I hope to do well by it. A few people have asked what my vision going forward is, and I thought I might say something about it here.Â I hope to continue reflecting on the dynamic energy in Chicago’s contemporary art world while connecting to conversations and aesthetic agendas in other cities and disciplines. That agenda was set in place a while ago and I believe I can continue to guide and focus that intention. There is room for experimentation in that vision, which seems necessary to me. Bad at Sports has never presented a tidy, singular package and as such, I believe it would go against the nature of the project to filter content and tone through a single, editorial lens. Its roots in independent, DIY and Punk Rock collectivism remain at the heart of the project’s vitality and the blog is a platform for unique and individual voices that pass through the subject of contemporary art and culture. As such it becomes a nexus of concerns and responses to culture at large. That is something I hope to preserve under my stewardship. As an artist-run forum, Bad at Sports has the unique capacity to reflect on a host of subjects, exposing the intellectual, aesthetic and social networks that define and subsequently influence cultural production. I believe it is our job to explore and discuss the contexts we inhabit. In doing so, we further establish a living touchstone and future archive of contemporary discourse.
Some changes should be apparent already â€” others will fall into place like pieces of a puzzle in the coming months. The process is organic, but I’ve been trying to set up a casual, thematic architecture Â that unfolds over the course of a given week. Eventually, I hope to schedule two posts a day, one before 2pm and one after. Built in to this, is room for special occasions and guest writers â€” those posts would either go live in the evenings, or fill in existing gaps. To that endÂ I’ve been inviting a number of new writers, many of whom I have admired for a long time.
Here is something of a loose schedule:
Mondays: Essays and reflections from old favorites Jeriah Hildewin, Shane McAdams and Nicholas O’Brien â€” writers who have been posting with consistent dedication. In addition, I’m excited to announce a new bi-weekly column by Dana Bassett, whom you may know for her ACRE Newsletters.
Tuesdays are dedicated to three subjects: Performance, Social Practice, Language (or the performance thereof) and Object Oriented Ontology. Confirmed participants include longstanding contributor Abigail Satinsky and Mary Jane Jacob (Social Practice), Anthony Romero and JoÃ£o FlorÃªncio (performance), Gene Tanta (language), Robert Jackson (OOO).
On Wednesdays, we will read about artists and art in other cities. The following writers will post on rotation: Jeffery Songco is covering the Bay Area, Sam Davis continues to represent Bad at Sports’ Los Angeles Bureau,Â Sarah Margolis-Pineo is writing about Portland. Juliana Driever will be relaying posts, interviews and artist profiles about New York, and then we’ll bring it back to the Midwest with Kelly Shindler’s dispatch from St. Louis, and Jamilee Polson Lacy writing about Kansas City.
ThursdaysÂ herald our illustrious Stephanie Burke’sÂ Top 5 Weekend PicksÂ and a new monthly contribution from author/translator Johannes GÃ¶ransson whose writing you can also find here.
Fridays have been set aside for art reviews and artist profiles with contributions from Danny Orendoff, Monica Westin, Abraham Ritchie and myself.
WEEKENDS will feature a range and flux of the above, plus Brit Barton’s Endless Opportunities, cultural reflections and short essays by Terri Griffith, continued posts from Jesse Malmed, in addition to a monthly contribution from the newly confirmed Bailey Romaine and Adrienne Harris.
My last note is this â€” there is room in this schedule for additional posts, posts that would feature special events, festivals and conferences in the city. That space would also be available to, at times, connect the blog and the podcast. As a first indication of this, we will be highlighting IN>TIME, a performance festival that is going on as we speak, from January until March.
Otherwise if you have any comments, suggestions or, even guest posts you would like to submit, please feel free to contact me at: email@example.com