Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Review of David Rokeby’s Installation, Taken at Williams College By Luke Jaeger




Williams College Museum of Art/Williamstown, MA www.wcma.org
DAVID ROKEBY: TAKEN
The fertile territory at the intersection of art and surveillance is hot real estate these days. David Rokeby stakes his claim with Taken, an installation at Williams College.
Three screens occupy the gallery's walls. The first, a ten-foot-by-ten-foot grid, alternates projections of previous visitors' faces with close-up surveillance shots of current visitors', each labeled with an adjective such as "resigned," "reassured," "unthreatened." Rokeby's miraculous custom software picks out a visitor's face and follows it around the room-a white square appears on the screen tracking its progress - and though one's rational mind knows these adjectives are assigned at ran­ David Rokeby, Taken, installation. Courtesy dom, a moment of panic ensues: If contemporary surveillance technology can recognize your face, can it also tell how you feel?
On a second screen, visitors' images scroll continuously upward through a flux of shifting gray shapes. Movement is detected by a camera and mapped into this stream. When standing still, one's image disappears -a discovery that is at once liberating and terrifying. Is a Unabomber-like retreat into isolation and nonexistence the only alternative to having every movement monitored?
The third screen gives a hint of an escape route. Here one can see one's own image overlaid, like a photographic exposure, with those of everyone else who has walked through the gallery. Alone in the space, the visitor shares the virtual space on the screen with the specters of previous visitors who mill about in a dense, semitransparent jumble of bodies. Your first instinct is to wave your arms or jump around in order to pick your own image out of the crowd-but that's what all the previous visitors did, too.
A roomful of ghosts waving their arms, silently clamoring for recognition before the automated eye of the surveillance apparatus: a metaphor of the artist's role in a paranoid and security-obsessed society.








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Anonymity in David Rokeby’s Electronic Creations: A Duchampian Model? By Ernestine Daubner

 
Note: Article appears in both French and English. Only the English has been copied.



Developing the software and hardware for interactive installations and artificial perception systems for two decades, Canadian Media Artist David Rokeby has had much occasion to reflect upon the nature of subjectivity, control and disappearance in electronic art. In his interactive works, he invites the viewer to actively engage with the technologies. “Each participant is an interaction,” says Rokeby, “receives the sensation of responsibility; each has the ability to respond.” Such expressions generate a seemingly open-ended situation were meaning is produced by and is contingent upon the participation of the visitor, and were the interactors subjective experience becomes the focus of the artwork. Not all of Rokeby’s works are interactive, however. Some, based on surveillance and tracking systems, even appear to reinstate the traditional viewing experience as they position the visitor in the role of the surveillant, or as the person viewed. Whether engaging in Rokeby's interactive works or subjected to his monitoring systems, one is prompted to pose important questions about new technologies. Are these electronic creations neutral and objective? Does the artist-programmer, like the anonymous writer­ scripter, strive to relinquish authorial control? How do Rokeby's electronic works relate to former conceptions of anonymity in art and culture?
Several decades prior to the advent of electronic media art, avant-garde artists like Marcel Duchamp, whom Rokeby claims is "the first interactive artist,"2 adopted various strategies of anonymity, renouncing the authorial role of the artist. Intentionally elusive, Duchamp adopted various pseudonyms, the most famous being. that of his female alter ego, Rose Selavy. As infamous iconoclast, he consistently exhibited a blatant irreverence for the artist as a persona constructed by the culture industry. Most importantly, in rejecting the role of omniscient, authoritative author, Duchamp assumed the position of the anonymous or impersonal writer. He described this as a mediumistic role. Wishing to re­ move himself, as self-conscious subject, from the creative process s, he indicated that art should follow the direction of the writer Stephane Mallarme. Similar strategies of anonymity, with regard to the writing process, were theorized later in the century by post-structuralists as the "death of author" and the birth of the writer-scripter.
As an anonymous or impersonal writer, Duchamp produced a variety of works, words and gestures capable of being read as a network of recurring and self-reflexive signs that interweave, intersect and dialogue  with each  other.  Duchamp's  sign system spawns an indeterminate and indefinable space that is neither presence nor absence, and that posits neither a position nor a negation. This is a conceptual space in which readings are both simultaneously either-or and neither-nor; and where a myriad of inscriptions and erasures of signs trace a field without origin and where there is a perpetual fluctuation between the creating or becoming of meaning and the state of "forgetting." How is one to name such a sign system: writing or scripture, a play of difference, simply, the "modem allegory?" Perhaps Duchamp's own cryptic notes about an "allegory on 'forgetting'," about an "allegory of oblivion,"3 would best characterize it. Like the modem allegory which defies the simple correlation between one set of signs and a second order of meaning, in Duchamp's complex network of signs, there is no shared code, no privileged signifier, no stable signified, no fixed referential object, and no definitive totalizing and unitary meaning. It reflects, to use Walter Benjamin's words, "an appreciation of the transience of things" which, he noted, was "one of the strongest impulses in allegory.''4 One can certainly call such an open-ended allegory "interactive," as the production of meaning is contingent upon the viewer's active engagement as reader of the cultural signs. In Duchamp's own words: All in all, the creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualifications and thus adds his contribution to the creative act.5 In hindsight, one understands how Duchamp's strategies of anonymity served to dismantle the illusion of totalizing meaning and unitary truth statements, created by an originary or transcendent subject whose name is "author." At the same time, his stance as anonymous writer opened new avenues for the individual viewer-reader who, in effect, was assigned a primary role in the "creation" of the art­ work. If such strategies were emblematic of a shift in paradigm, it is quite apt to reconsider the issue of anonymity in light of electronic art. By contrasting David Rokeby's notions of interactivity, and especially the authorial role, with the Duchampian model, one can recognize that, once again, a shift in paradigm has occurred.

Interactive Systems

In such early interactive works as Very  Nervous System (1983-91), David Rokeby provides the visitor with the opportunity to transform his/her body into a musical instrument. Standing in front of a video camera, the visitor's bodily movements are captured; an image processor feeds  the  message  of this motion to a computer, synthesizer and sound system. Integrated into this closed electronic circuit, the visitor is able to have every gesture translated into repeatable sounds. Rokeby explains that Very Nervous System is significant in that it "transform[s} the interactor's  awareness  of his  or her body."6 Indeed, as one produces the musical sounds, one becomes conscious not only of one's bodily actions in time and space, but also of the interconnections between our physical gestures, the act of hearing, and the electronic sound. Most evidently, this kind of art experience differs radically from that of the traditional observer of an object of display who, even when intellectually or emotionally engaged in the artwork, remains a decarnalized eye.  Plugged into the Electronic circuit of Very Nervous System, one is not a neutral body where the senses and the mind are relegated to distinct domains. As a veritable cyborg one no longer distinguish between mind and body and technology.  It is evident that for each interactor, the self-conscious multi-sensorial engagement with Very Nervous System is personal and unique. Hence, just as in Duchamp's "allegory on forgetting," there is no meaning predetermined by the artist. Nor does the interactor, as both choreographer and musician, encounter the artist's subjective voice. Or is the artist's disappearance just illusory? Though Very Nervous System becomes a vehicle by which the interactor discovers one's "self' in time/space, as Rokeby explains, "[t]he set of possibilities [is] very, constrained." In fact, "[t]he sounds/ music created by Very Nervous System carr[y] a very strong signature, despite the interactivity.''7 Un1ike the (post)modern impersonal writer or medium, Rokeby,  as  artist-programmer, decidedly re-establishes authorial control: [I]n attempting to create a system in which I disappear more effectively, l am not exactly trying to disappear. In fact, one could equally convincingly declare that I am actually playing god, trying in a more abstract way to be profoundly present and controlling, relinquishing control of the con­ tent, but tightening my grip on the processing, delivery and contextualization of this content. I propose that this sort of control can twist any content to one's expressive will while appearing to be open and "objective." So I am looking into this paradox of disappearance.
The question of the artist's disappearance is indeed paradoxical. Integrated into Very Nervous System, one does not sense the artist's presence, let alone his control. Instead, his computer-based system appears to operate like a neutral mirror, like a medium for self-reflection. However, as Rokeby warns us, such electronic works are neither neutral nor objective: I have never really felt that the computer is objective. In fact one might say that the reason I have been pursuing this angle in my work has been to find out, by creating systems that are as objective as possible, how impossible it is to create a truly objective system, By the end  of my time working with Very Nervous System, this process became very conscious.
In subsequent works, Rokeby openly ascribed subjectivity to his electronic creations. For example, Giver of Names (1998) was actually "intended to be opinionated, biased, subjective." To the gallery visitor, however, this subjectivity is not immediately apparent. Rather, the computer-based installation assumes an aura of objectivity and anonymity, except perhaps for an array of colorful objects scattered on the floor, some of which are used children's toys. In the center of this cheerful display, there is an empty pedestal. A video camera is positioned in front of it. On the periphery of this scene, one notes a computer and a monitor - presumably the "giver of names." One soon discovers that this is, in fact, an intelligent system. Like a young  child, the  computer is able to formulate words and sentences upon receiving certain visual stimuli. It is the visitor's task to provide this stimulation by placing a colored object on the pedestal. Giver of Names then translates this visual input into an array of words associated with the general shape and color of the object, and displays them on the screen. It is able to organize the data according to linguistic formulations and hierarchies such as synonyms, homonyms, homophones, family resemblances between words, and so on. With these words, the computer subsequently proceeds to formulate a flow of grammatically correct sentences for us to read. How does the visitor, then, react to this intelligent system?   The   grammatically   correct sentences exhibited on the monitor by Giver of Names can be deemed nonsensical, sometimes poetic, and, on occasion, even shocking when, like a child, it  inadvertently blurts out something rude or offensive. On the other hand, reading a sentence (e.g., "Lemons, more eyeless than other beady sectors, would par­ don no optical drops") may trigger associations in the mind of the reader, which coincide with current thought patterns, personal frames of reference, one's cultural baggage. In effect, Rokeby's intelligent Giver of Names, like Duchamp's allegory, makes explicit what many artworks obscure: that one always encounters an art object (any object for that matter) as a mediated subject. There can, therefore, be no universal viewing experience; there can be no recognition of an a priori meaning set up by an authorial voice; there is no meaning that precedes one's interaction. Meaning lies within us, in one's "creative act."
While one can reasonably argue that production of meaning is contingent upon the interactor's act of interpretation, there is a major difference between reading an array of cultural signs in the Duchampian allegory, and words and sentences produced by the knowledge base of a computer. No doubt, however, Duchamp would. Have greatly admired such a word-making machine, as he was fascinated with the inherent power of words to create meaning.
In this regard, it is also noteworthy to recognize how Rokeby designed  the  "intellect" of  Giver of Names. Not wishing to have this sophisticated database operate as "a self-portrait" of the artist, he wanted to discover "what sort of subjectivity would emerge  if the Internet  was one's sole  source  of knowledge of the world." Such a neutral knowledge base, one  might  think,  produces  language that is totally objective, giving free rein to the reader­ interpreter. Rokeby disagrees: Giver of Names is extremely subjective, precisely because it has been forced out of the vacuum of pure binary feedback that is digital processing. This is true of all my work going back to Very Nervous System. The vacuum demands violation. By being forced to operate on imperfectly perceived objects, and forced to express in that perverse construction called (English) language, it falls out of digital paradise.
As such, his electronic creations have the ability to surprise the artist: I like to be surprised and engaged by my own work. Particularly in the very self-referential world of programming, one feels a kind of claustrophobia...one is living inside one's own models.... The medium requires it because it actually offers such extreme levels of control that you have to work extremely hard to invent satisfying ways of relinquishing enough of it to find a balance (as an artist).
To the visitor, the language spoken by Giver of Names may appear arbitrary, accidental, surprising and even solipsistic in its unawareness of the interactor.   For Rokeby, such "framing" is not generally understood, however:
Computers and software are conventionally seen to be transparent channels through which content is expressed and exchanged. But all of my experience with programming indicates that programming acts shift the experience of the experience of the content. (I know...a strange formulation.) Programmers define aspects of the user's experience of being through their programming decisions and  constructs.
In his most recent work, n-cha(n)t (2001), David Rokeby expands the capabilities of Giver of Names further by anthropomorphizing the intelligent ma­ chine into a community of seven computers linked by a network. When one enters the darkened space inhabited by the society of computers, one hears them chanting together. Absorbed in this communal act, they ignore the visitor who, in a sense, intrudes into their cerebral space. The visitor can distinguish each computer by the gender and age of a human ear displayed on its screen. When spoken to, the computer will cup its ear and listen 10 the visitor's voice. While it attempts to recognize  (and misrecognize)  the  words and sentences it hears, it will project a finger pressed into the ear. Like Giver of Names, every computer, upon receiving sensorial stimuli (this time aural), will respond by formulating word associations from their respective databases. These computers, however, are actually able to utter a flow of words with their individualized synthesized voices.
Chatting with visitors results in a partial or complete disruption of the collective chant. Even while responding to the visitors, the computers silently relay their newly acquired words to the others. "The network chatting," says Rokeby, "is not heard, but floats as a subtext behind the speeches that each machine makes. There is not really any kind of dialogue between machines. They are not communicating so much as communing."
Depending on how much a particular computer is stimulated by the visitor's voice and the computer chatting, it might become overwhelmed; it thus covers its ear with a hand, indicating it wants no further input. As the verbal stimulation provided by the visitors recedes, the seven computers gradually synchronize their "individual internal 'states of mind'," until they share the same stream of verbal association. Not scripted in any way, "one machine does not tell the others what sentence to speak. The identical sentences arise when all seven computers have gotten to a point where their internal knowledge bases are identically stimulated, and they therefore say the same things." As the consensus among the computers grows, they find, once again, a kind of equilibrium in the form of a unified chant.
As this electronic community chats and chants, one can recognize to what extent it resembles us and, more significantly, how much it differs. "I am not trying to do any deep modelling of human social groups with this work," Rokeby admits: My entities are far too crude to be useful simulacra of real people. They represent nothing more than themselves...indentured slaves of this particular programmer, granted a fraction of some freedom they are utterly incapable of desiring.' Indeed, human social groups are beyond simulation. In his observations of intelligent systems, Peter Weibel has argued that "[t]he highest level of simulation lies in attaining immunity from simulation itself. (A copy without original, a clone without body.)"9 One can recognize how the fluidity and intricacies of even a single human identity ultimately render it immune from simulation.
This said, Rokeby's "indentured slaves" reveal two significant points: To begin with, their state of total oblivion renders them unconscious of their sensorial qualities as perception systems, of their ability to chat, chant - and also of their capacity to enchant, even the artist: The most beautiful moments are just before the chant is achieved.... You hear in the community the consensus grow as the semantic and syntactic gestures of each computer converge.... The sound of the seven synthesized computer voices sound much more real as a group than any individual computer sounds. The sound of the hushed chanting is very spooky and somewhat primal.
Perhaps their primal chant is so enchanting precisely because! it projects back to us an inversion of our own human complexity. Another important element is also at play in this work. Despite their primal state, these technologies do exert authority over us. Rokeby cautions that "[e]xplicitly interactive pieces often obscure the degree to which they constrain the viewer to a limited set of possibilities.... The interactive system subtly displaces some of the subjectivity of the viewer into its own mechanism."
One might, well argue that one must always negotiate certain parameters, whether walking through an architectural space, or speaking through a given language and received ideas or concepts. Although these constraints are real, Rokeby emphasizes that with technology there is a difference "in speed and magnitude of suppleness, complexity and relative invisibility." If interactive systems conceal their power to invade and control human subjectivities remarkably well, then Rokeby's surveillance and tracking systems make this phenomenon somewhat  more visible.

Surveillance and Tracking Systems
Watch (1995) provides the viewer with a live processed video stream, which serves as a metaphorical picture of the power of technology to subsume human subjectiviliies. In the installation space, one can passively watch manipulated images of unwitting passersby, situated in public sections of the gallery or in exterior pllblic areas. Captured by surveillance cameras and altered by the perception system, the manipulated images of people and place are projected on two screens, like mirror projections. On the first, the only stable images one sees are of static people and of the surrounding area. Though filmed in real time, these images give the effect of long­exposure photography. As people move across the screen, their images become blurred. In the other mirror projection, this process is inverted. People are clearly visible when in motion; and they are projected as floating outlines on a black ground when they are still.
While we, as gallery surveillants, watch these apparently anodyne images, one is able to hear the sounds of time: the ticking of a watch, a clock, a heartbeat, as well as light breathing. Sometimes, we hear a camera shutter as the projections are processed. Sound is not, however, the principal effect. Nor is an active engagement on our part solicited. Indeed, as Rokeby states: I want the dominant relationship between the public and this installation to be one of "watching," not acting. The artwork itself remains active, a live perceptual filter through which the audience watches1. The system has embedded itself into the feedback-loop of1perception, transforming the process of looking. What is most interesting to me about this transformation oflookingis that it invariably also involves a transformation of the apparent "meaning" of what is being watched.10 What is this meaning? The surveillance cameras and monitoring systems at work in Watch- as well as other related works like Watch and Measured (2000) and Gu1ardian Angel (2001) - transform the visitor into anonymous surveillants who, like voyeurs, are positioned to secretly watch. Inevitably, surveillance works such as these readily prompt one to pose ethical questions regarding invasion of privacy on the one hand and the necessity for public security and law enforcement on the other. Moreover, in the context of an art gallery, one is futher prompted to question our role as surveillants, or as persons viewed.
So then, what exactly is one watching? One sees how the "objective' camera and projection system manipulate the original image of people and things. "Due to the nature of the processing," says Rokeby, "these images already show an interpretive -bias; the processing adds weight and apparent significance to the initially banal live video source imagery."" The point is well made. The monitoring system captures and  distorts  a surface image according to the design (here of the artist-programmer), and furtively lures the surveillant, positioned as a distanced viewer, to submit to this biased view.
Watching the projected images produced by the monitoring systems, one might also draw parallels with interactive systems such as Very Nervous System, Giver of Names and n-cha(n)t. Do they not also entail a kind of tracking system, whether through the video camera or the microphone? Are these perception systems not also capable of "capturing" us as in­ advertent specimens, and "distorting" our words, gestures, body image, and by extension, our motivations? Rokeby concurs. '  Encountering Rokeby's interactive works and perception systems, one recognizes that belief in the anonymity of the artist-programmer and in the objectivity of his "indentured slaves" is a dangerous fiction. "Anonymity in my work," he explains, "is actually an exploration of the near impossibility of disappearing. [...] A computer, in my opinion, takes things past the vanishing point. I am very interested in attempting to disappear, but the struggle to dis­ appear is different from actually disappearing." In contrast to earlier manifestations of anonymity which signaled: the breakdown of monolithic truths pronounced by the universal subject, media artist David Rokeby alerts us to a very different condition: the relinquishment of authorial control is no longer a real possibility in the electronic age, and one would greatly benefit by becoming aware of this fact.
                Ernestine Daubner teaches in the Art History Department of Concordia University and is a postdoctoral fellow at Universite du Quebec a Montreal. As a researcher in contemporary art and new technologies, she collaborates with le Groupe de recherche en arts mediatiques (GRAM) and le Centre interuniversitaire en arts mediatiques (CIAM).









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Danilo Maldonado Machado's testimony



Danilo Maldonado Machado Testimony before the Senate Subcommittee on Western Hemisphere, Transnational Crime, Civilian Security, Democracy, Human Rights and Global Women’s Issues February 16, 2017
Thank you for the opportunity to amplify my voice to denounce the situation of human rights violations of where I come from, Cuba. I am 33 years old and have already served 4 sentences for the only reason that I have critized the Cuban dictatorship through my art. In Cuba, freedom of speech by artists is prohibited by Article 39 of the Constitution. According to this, “artistic creation is free provided that its contents is not contrary to the Revolution.” This means that the work of artists such as myself and my collegues Gorki Águila and Tania Brugera, which is critical of the dictatory regime of the Castro brothers, is illegal in Cuba. For that reason I served 2 years when I was 18; 1 year when I was 24; 10 months at age 31 and most recently 2 months at the age of 33. Now I’ll refer to the last two occassions in which I was in prison. On Christmas Day 2014, as part of a performance, I tried to release two little pigs on the streets of Havana, both painted in green, one with the name of Raul and the other with the name of Fidel. I called that performance “Animal Farm in memoriam”in honor of Gorge Orwell. This cost me 10 months in prison. During that time I was tortured physically and psycologically by the dictatorship to the point that I declared myself on hunger strike and even considered the possibility of letting myself die in prison as a result. After 10 months without previous warning, I was released and driven to my house from prison. Until today I have not been served any notice of pending criminal charges nor have I been summoned for any type of trial. At that time I was released following my protests and my hunger strike in prison, and constant protests by my mother, my sister, my grandmother, friends, and international institutions such as the Human Rights Foundation, the Cuban American National Foundation, Amnesty International, etc. These same friends and others came together again this last time I was in prison. I was in a maximum security prison in Havana for the simple crime of not having expressed any “sadness” over the death of dictator Fidel Castro. On the night of December 26, when his death was announced, I was awakened by calls from friends and my sister. I dressed quickly and when I left my house I could surely perceive fear as the streets became emptier and more silent. That day I began to think over how many atrocities and how many crimes against humanity had been committed in more than 56 years by brothers Fidel and Raul Castro. So I went out to the streets to shout "Take the streets, the murderer died, the mare died." I walked about a mile, took transportation to the other side of the city, and walked for a while celebrating until my video, that went viral on social media, was transmitted live as the only celebratory event in the city of Havana, and on the island. In the video, by assuming my itendity as a free person in a country controled by a totalitarian dictatorship, I took the risky decision of graffiting the wall of the hotel where Fidel Castro’s troops were quartered for the first time in Havana almost 60 years ago, armed and a without democratic election. I did that following the example of the great Vaclav Havel, the artist and former president of the Czech Republic, who advised all those who, like him, had to live under communist totalitarianism, to LIVE IN TRUTH. To stop pretending that the reality imposed by the regime by force is genuine. Upon the death of Fidel Castro, this notion would have meant that I should feel sad for the death of the dictator, as was pretended by thousands of people for fear of repression on that day. That day, after walking through the city, I returned home. I was tired and went to bed when I was awakened by a noise that made me worry about my door. Then I saw a patrol car with a policeman and two other men in plain clothing, when I saw the owner of the house handing them the key to my door. In the process I was able to call my fiancée, Alexandra Martinez, and I said, "Call everyone, they are taking me prisoner." The two of them threw themselves at me without even identifying themselves verbally and I received only insults and blows from these characters, because according to them, I had disrespected Fidel Castro. And so I was taken to the police unit of La Lisa as they continued to hit me even after I got off, which did not stop my cries of "Murderers, yes the mare died, and good thing." When in the unit I asked: Do you know me? Have I done soemthing to you? If I have not committed any crime, why do you beat me for my way of thinking? To which they only claimed "the laws support us." This time the cost was 55 days in prison. At this time, I once again suffered physical and psychological torture, preventing me from seeing my family and my fiancee. I was transferred to 6 consecutive detention centers, including the high security prison "Combinado del Este." Also at this time I was deprived of the right to be represented by a lawyer since my probono international attorney, Kimberly Motley, who had tried to visit me in Havana was arrested and immediately deported from Cuba. Combinado del Este is a horrendous high security prison where only the most dangerous prisoners are sent. The roofs were rife with leaks, the 6x4 square meter cells were overcrowded for 36 people and bunk beds for 3, arranged in order to avoid the leaks. During the day the lights were off and although it was daytime the sunlight did not penetrate the bars. On several occassions my jailers tried to terrorize me my threatening that at any time they could take me to the yard to execute me by firing squad. I was very worried by this because I knew that could easily happen given the record of the hundreds if not thousands of political prisoners executed by the dictatorship. I had to undergo all this abuse and humiliation for not shedding tears and for grafitting “He’s Gone” when an assasin died, one who with his brother, the current president of Cuba, Raul Castro, never allowed a different party to the one he created at gun point. The Castro brothers and their family own the 3 newspapers, radio, TV, the only telephone company in Cuba which is the only one allowed to supply internet. These gentlemen have remained in power during almost 60 years not only giving order to masacre Cubans such as those aboard Tugboat 13 de Marzo but also various attempts against Oswaldo Paya Sardiñas’ life and his eventual murder, as well as that of Laura Pollán. The Castros not only divided all Cubans, but also made exiles of them, manyof whom are in this country. These characters contributed high numbers of mercenaries and arms, to the wars of Angola, Ethiopia, under the command of the Russian Army, the FARC in Colombia, and guerrillas in Venezuela in the 60s and in last two decades have support the dictatorial Chavista regime, who today have plundged their people into hunger and oppression. I want to close my presentation requesting two things to the people and the government of the United States. First, we request solidarity for the cause of democracy in Cuba, given that we have suffered a regime that does not allow democratic elections for almost 60 years. The world should give us solidarity and should ask Raul Castro for a plebiscite and democratic elections in Cuba. And secondly, I ask the people and the governmentof the United States, to pressure Raul Castro’s regime to release the thousands of political prisoners existent in my country. Due to the totalitarian system we Cubans live under, at least 85% of the present prison population would be considered innocent in any democratic country and would have never been sent to prison. All Cubans are hostage of the Castro brothers’ regime and the life of all Cubans, parriculalry artists, opponents, and dissidents, are under permanent danger at the hands of the repressive dictatorship. Once again we need the solidarity of the United States and the support of all people of the world.
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How Duchamp’s Urinal Changed Art Forever

How Duchamp’s Urinal Changed Art Forever
ARTSY EDITORIAL
BY JON MANN

On April 9th, 1917, just over 100 years ago, Marcel Duchamp achieved what was perhaps the most brilliant and absurd art event of the 20th century.
The story is legend. Duchamp, wanting to submit an artwork to the “unjuried” Society of Independent Artists’ salon in New York—which claimed that they would accept any work of art, so long as the artist paid the application fee—presented an upside-down urinal signed and dated with the appellation “R. Mutt, 1917,” and titled Fountain.
The Society’s board, faced with what must have seemed like a practical joke from an anonymous artist, rejected Fountain on the grounds that it was not a true work of art. Duchamp, who was a member of that board himself, resigned in protest.

Is it really art?

Artists and intellectuals surfaced on both sides of the issue, with perhaps the clearest explanation of Fountain’s importance coming from an anonymous editorial believed to be written by the artist Beatrice Wood.
It read: “Whether Mr Mutt with his own hands made the fountain or not has no importance. He CHOSE it. He took an ordinary article of life, placed it so that its useful significance disappeared under the new title and point of view—created a new thought for that object.”  Wood, who had followed Duchamp’s work closely, recognized the groundbreaking power of the work.


And Duchamp had for years championed the use of “readymades”—existing objects taken from real life and modified or re-contextualized to function as works of art. The idea at hand, of art primarily as a conceptrather than an object, is what would make Fountain arguably the most intellectually captivating and challenging art piece of the 20th century.
What is a work of art? Who gets to decide, the artist or the critic? Can a work derive from an idea alone, or does it require the hand of a maker? These questions strike at the core of our understanding of art itself.


Over the past century, Duchamp’s Fountain has spawned myriad offspring and fueled numerous debates: How was the work conceived? What did the artist intend?

There are even theories about whether Duchamp came up with the work at all—one account has him attributing the work to a female friend who sent him the urinal under the male pseudonym “R. Mutt,” which he then signed on it. Similarly, his famous quip that the only works of art America had contributed to the world were “her plumbing and her bridges” has been tentatively restored to its true author: our erstwhile Duchamp defender Beatrice Wood.

But to try and establish the true authorship of the Fountain is exactly the kind of quixotic undertaking that would have had Duchamp in stitches. Let’s take a moment to recall that Monsieur Duchamp took a urinal, turned it upside down, signed it “R. Mutt,” and submitted it to a salon; the pursuit of truth was decidedly not his quest.
Rather, the unanswered questions that Fountain provoked are precisely what contributed to its conceptual underpinnings and its enduring (and confounding) legacy.


Contemporary artists riff on Duchamp

Among the contemporary artists that have explored these questions by riffing on Duchamp’s work is Mike Bidlo, with his Fractured Fountain (Not Duchamp Fountain 1917) (2015). Made as an edition of eight works that directly reference Duchamp’s “original,” the work provides a perfect example of the way in which Duchamp exploded everything that came before.
Bidlo’s version is a lovingly handcrafted porcelain copy that he then smashed, reconstituted, and cast in bronze.


Sherrie Levine

Fountain (After Marcel Duchamp), 1991

"MashUp: The Birth of Modern Culture" at Vancouver Art Gallery

One recalls the cracks allowed in classic celadon pottery that were believed to enhance its aesthetic value, or the Roman practice of making marble copies of beautiful Greek bronzes that were slated to be melted down to make weaponry to further the Empire—but here, both function in reverse. Bidlo’s work follows Duchamp in depriving his object of both beauty and utility, furthering his challenges to artistic value.
Sherrie Levine’s Fountain (Madonna) (1991), a bronze cast after Fountain, preserves more of the original while pushing its questions of authorship further: To what extent does it matter that a male artist “chose” the work in 1917? To what extent does it matter that a female artist chose to reproduce the work in bronze in 1991?
What unites the artists that have riffed on Duchamp across the century is not only that they recognize the value of the questions it raises, but also that they move forward with the sort of ingenuity and wit that Duchamp’s legacy demands.

Where is Duchamp’s original?


That doesn’t mean we have to take it seriously. It also doesn’t mean that we can’t revel in the Unsolved Mysteries-like scenario of Fountain’s mysterious disappearance: To this day, no one knows what became of the “original.” We only have 17 copies that Duchamp created in the 1960s.  Perhaps it was indeed one of his provocative female friends—the names Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven and Louise Norton have been suggested—who came up with the whole urinal idea in the first place. The nebulous origins of the Fountain only add to its many layers and complexities.
If the genesis and meaning of Fountain remain elusive, it has provided countless artists with something of a starting pistol for the idea of art-as-concept in the 20th century, underscoring the fact that the definition of art itself is up for grabs.

—Jon Mann
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Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Felix Gonzalez-Torres in Chelsea

Felix Gonzalez-Torres in Chelsea Longtime gallerist Andrea Rosen, a close friend of the artist, takes visitors through a new exhibition


 Published: May 02, 2017    Felix Gonzalez-Torres, "Untitled" (Summer), 1993; installed in connection with "Untitled" (America #2), 1992, and "Untitled," 1992 Photo: Cuban Art News While Carmen Herrera’s show opens this evening, last Thursday a show of work by her friend Felix Gonzalez-Torres (1957–1996) opened just a few blocks away. That morning, longtime gallerist Andrea Rosen, a close friend of Gonzalez-Torres and executor of his estate, guided visitors through the new exhibition at David Zwirner gallery. The show draws from many bodies of work spanning his career—photography, billboards, videos, light strands, and curtains, among others. Installed in spaces ranging from large and open to small and intimate, the works interact with and animate their settings. Among the works in the large first gallery is “Untitled”, 1989/1990, a “stack piece” consisting of two stacks of large-sized white paper side by side. In small print at the center, the sheets in one stack read “Somewhere better than this place”, while the sheets in the other read “Nowhere better than this place.”   
 Felix Gonzalez-Torres, "Untitled", 1989/1990 (two stacks) Photo: Cuban Art News   Like all of the artist’s stack pieces and candy spills, visitors are invited to take one. When depleted, the works are replenished. “He once said, the important idea is, how do you reinvent—how do you reactivate—a space?” explained Rosen. “How do you use space in ways that are subtly subversive, or subtly altering?” In 1990, when Rosen opened her gallery with a show of the stack pieces, “it was really shocking to have works that could be taken away.” Gallery visitors then passed through “Untitled” (Chemo), 1991, a floor-to-ceiling beaded curtain that spanned the width of the space, activating it in a different way.  Felix Gonzalez-Torres, "Untitled" (Chemo), 1991 Photo: Cuban Art News   Filling the far wall is “Untitled”, 1995, a public-art billboard that is also appearing on advertising billboards in all five boroughs of New York.  Felix Gonzalez-Torres, "Untitled", 1995 Photo: Cuban Art News   Works in the next room include “Untitled” (Placebo-Landscape for Roni), 1993, an endless supply of gold-wrapped candies running the length of the space.  Andrea Rosen, left, with Emilie Keldie of the Felix Gonzalez-Torres Foundation and Christopher D’Amelio of Zwirner. In the background is the candy spill "Untitled" (Placebo-Landscape for Roni), 1993. Photo: Cuban Art News   Also on view in this room: “Untitled” (Perfect Lovers), 1987–1990. “On a technical level,” said Rosen, “the clocks are allowed to fall out of sync, as life does. And they are already out of sync to some degree.” As soon as one stops, the batteries must be replaced and the clock reset to the same time as the other.  Felix Gonzalez-Torres, "Untitled" (Perfect Lovers), 1987–1990 Photo: Cuban Art News   “It’s about inevitability, but it’s also about continuation,” Rosen said. In the gallery stairwell, three separate light strings from 1992 and 1993 are joined together in one expansive work that ends in a coil of lights on the ground floor. Gonzalez-Torres "was very particular about why a stack was different from a light string,” Rosen explained. “Stacks, beaded curtains, and candy works can all exist in more than one place at a time. Whereas light strings, even though they’re also made of very common material, have a physicality and can only exist in one place at a time.” A light string, she said, “can never be shown with light bulbs burnt out. Those are some of the intrinsic rules of the work.” 
Partial view of Felix Gonzalez-Torres, "Untitled" (Go-Go Dancing Platform), 1991, foreground, and "Untitled" (Loverboy), 1989 Photo: Cuban Art News   A small, intimate space on the second floor holds two works: the sheer blue floor-length curtains of “Untitled” (Loverboy), 1989, and “Untitled” (Go-Go Dancing Platform), 1991. As part of this work, a male go-go dancer performs once a day for 15 minutes, unannounced, at a time of his own choosing. “They dance only for themselves,” said Rosen, adding that “the stage is activated with or without a dancer. Absence is as important as presence.”  Felix Gonzalez-Torres, "Untitled" (Ross), 1991 Photo: Cuban Art News Other works in the second-floor galleries include a colorful candy spill, a second beaded curtain, and another, slightly different installation of “Untitled” (Loverboy). On a wall near the stairwell is a drawing from the Bloodwork series, “Untitled” (Bloodwork – Steady Decline), 1994, which quietly acknowledges Gonzalez-Torres’s battle with AIDS, from which he died two years later. Rosen noted that the Bloodwork pieces are “the only body of work that Felix made by hand.” But it’s inaccurate, she said, “to assume that these works were actually made from real [bloodwork] charts. They’re not.”  Felix Gonzalez-Torres, "Untitled" (Bloodwork - Steady Decline), 1994 Photo: Cuban Art News   Even so, she pointed out that, with its medical implications, the single diagonal line “subverts this from an abstract object to a non-abstract object.” In closing, Rosen said that as the show prepared to open, one of her strongest realizations was how Gonzalez-Torres’s art “continuously works. Whatever those rules were that Felix set out, whatever those boundaries were, the work maintains its ability to continue to evolve and sustain its core.” Felix Gonzalez-Torres runs through June 24, 2017 at David Zwirner, New York.

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UNFORGIVABLE. | ERIK RAVELO.


In the spirit of International Workers’ Day—also known as May Day or Labour Day—Erik Ravelo released his latest series, UNFORGIVABLE. Reminiscent of his previous series Los Intocables (The Untouchables) UNFORGIVABLE spotlights the almost 6 year quagmire that is Syria; depicting the most vulnerable victims of the Syrian crisis in the arms of the current presidents of countries whose policies, right or wrong, have contributed to this atrocity.  Though some may feel it is unfair to use some of the leaders who did not cause the conflict, Erik explains:
“I DIDN’T WANT TO USE FORMER RESPONSIBLE LEADERS I JUST FOCUSED MYSELF ON TODAY’S SITUATION. I KNOW THE LIST MIGHT BE ENDLESS. TO BE HONEST, I DON’T HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT, I GUESS I FEEL [THE] PAIN AND I GUESS THE IMAGES TALK ENOUGH.” – Erik Ravelo     
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