Andrew Norman Wilson, Ode to Seekers 2012, 2016, HD video, color, sound, 8 minutes 30 seconds.
Andrew Norman Wilson is an artist and curator based in Los Angeles whose videos and installations address a heady rush of images, technology, and bodies caught in the streams of circulation and representation that our era demands. He has recently had work featured in the seventh Bucharest Biennale, the ninth Berlin Biennale, and will have a new video installation as part of the eleventh edition of the Gwangju Biennale, curated by Maria Lind, which opens on September 2, 2016.
ODE TO SEEKERS 2012 is a looped video that celebrates mosquitoes, syringes, and oil derricks. Not only are they symbols of some of the most significant threats to human life—mosquito borne illnesses, drug addiction, and the petroleum industry—but they are also the causes of three of my most significant personal traumas.
In 2012 I received psychological testing at Rockland Psychiatric Center in Orangeburg, New York, which had been a pioneer of the “therapeutic suburb” model for mental institutions when it was built in 1927. I realized that a large portion of the campus had become abandoned, and not only hadn’t been cleaned out, but carried a history of sporadic reactivation by junkies, homeless people, teens, and artists. I began bringing friends there to explore and shoot video, and on my last trip I shot footage in which I misused a Steadicam to create what seems to me like a mosquito’s point of view.
Like Steadicam footage, which is meant to transport the viewer to the perspective of someone—or something—else, CGI is a technique based in seeking. It illustrates objects hidden from view or movements too small for the naked eye, with the potential for a cartoon physics beyond the laws of our physical universe. I worked with the Romanian animator Vlad Maftei on this video because of his range of experience—from hyperreal renderings of vital organs for the health care industry and architectural renderings of buildings-to-be to Spongebob Squarepants advertisements. Much of my thinking about the composition of Ode to Seekers 2012 is based on John Keats’s “Ode on a Grecian Urn,” wherein the titular art object is treated as eternal, intensifying the speaker’s sense of mortality. In keeping with the structure of an ode, my work consists of three movements. In the first—to the sound of an exploratory house track by Marcellis—the broken camera roves through the abandoned children’s ward corridors of Rockland. Second, highly saturated computer-generated 3-D models of the mosquito, syringe, and oil derrick appear under magic-hour lighting, slipping in and out of an ecstatic trance of liquid extraction—or injection—from a surface that looks at once like desert salt flats, skin under a microscope, and potato casserole. In sequences that are edited like a music video, these objects joyously thrust, pierce, and pump to my remix of Icona Pop’s 2012 banger “I Love It.” Third, each model and its pumping functions are co-opted by an assembly line apparatus, at once medical and industrial, that sucks the color out of everything that comes down a pipe.
Making this piece has been a process of grasping for a fantasy that I see when I’m jogging in a new city or under some kinds of influences. I can’t describe what the fantasy is, and I will probably never reach it. The similarities between my behavior and that of these three forces suggest a sense of camaraderie, but they also provoke a fear that, like those objects, I may just be a puppet of algorithms or economic networks or genetic coding. Still, I work my way through a neural reward system in pursuit of something fleeting, or perhaps even unattainable.
Steve Bishop, Deliquescing, 2015, Lion's Mane mushroom grow block on stainless-steel trolley, Polaroid on aluminium shelf. Installation view, Lock Up International, London, 2015.
Since 2015, Lewis Teague Wright has been running Lock Up International, a transient project space that houses itself in storage units worldwide. The project typically mounts a series of three weeklong solo shows in each location it chooses. Visitors must make an appointment to be personally guided to a show. This fall, two nearly simultaneous series of exhibitions will open in Istanbul and Tokyo, with the Istanbul series featuring Isabel Yellin (September 19–25), Sarah McMenimen (September 26–October 2), and Bahar Yürükoğlu (October 3–9), while the Tokyo series will comprise shows by Yuri Pattison (September 26–October 2), Martin Kohout (October 3–9), and Russell Maurice (October 10–16).
I LIKE THE IDEA OF GOING BEYOND what is normal for an art viewer. It’s a commitment to come and experience a Lock Up International show. The fact that these storage facilities we use are such large complexes means that they are often located on the periphery of cities—in London, for example, you had to take a train and a bus to get to the exhibition. It was quite inconvenient, but I’m very interested in the idea of access and thinking about the mechanics surrounding art viewing.
In a way, this project’s setup is exclusive, but many of the works I show represent the beginning of an artist’s journey, with a specific body of work that’s still in an experimental state, and so with that exclusivity it’s possible to have this very intimate interaction with art in a germinal form—almost like a crit, but with an asynchronous group of anonymous people. At most galleries you can go in and out without talking to anyone, but since I walk visitors in and guide them to see the work, I end up meeting everyone who sees the shows. I’ve had to let people in as early as 6 AM—and it was fantastic, we talked about the work for an hour, went for a walk afterward. I am aware, though, that some people don’t like having that kind of intense interaction, but on the other hand, every visitor to Lock Up International gets personal treatment. I’m there with you to talk about the work directly. By being based in storage spaces, we’ve bypassed the art dealer, the gallery, the collector’s house, and gone straight to the end point where so many pieces of work are immediately stored. The project enables a way of talking about that barrier between audiences and this destiny for most artworks.
What’s fascinating about storage units is that they are almost exactly the same everywhere you go. Through conversations with the artists I can also tailor the size of the space to their work. Artists drive the choice of locations as well—we’re doing shows in Istanbul because Bahar Yurukoglu lives and works there and we’d been discussing doing a project together for a year or so. Yuri Pattison initiated the Tokyo show based on his fascination with the collector marts in Akihabara and Nakano Broadway. These are little stores in malls that provide rentable glass lockers where people can sell their collections of items range from die-cast figurines to more vintage items. Then my challenge became choosing artists that could work within the dimensions of that small space, but also would have some sort of connection to the niche society of Japanese collectors.
The beauty of Lock Up International is that there’s such low overhead for me that I can open shows for as little as a dollar, since the initiatives these facilities offer to get people into the units give heavy discounts for the first month. It’s about finding the loopholes in the world as it is. We don’t need to have perfect white walls; we don’t need to have the perfect lighting; sculpture doesn’t need to be presented in such sterile environments. We can show work in spaces that inform and create conversation instead.
Caption: Ate9, EXHIBIT b, 2015. Performance view, April 2015, Los Angeles Dance Festival. Photo: Denise Leitner.
In 2010, after five years of performing with the Batsheva Dance Company, Danielle Agami left her native Israel and made her way to New York, where she introduced American students to “Gaga,” an improvised form of dance created by Batsheva artistic director Ohad Naharin. Two years later, she changed gears once again, this time making her way west, where she formed the Los Angeles–based dance company Ate9. Below, Agami discusses her choreographic process and ethos, including an embrace of both struggle and awkwardness, all of which may find its way into Ate9’s collaboration with the LA Philharmonic at the Hollywood Bowl on September 8, 2016.
I LIKE TO MAKE DECISIONS QUICKLY. I’ll start a story and then drop it, then start one again. This gives a boost of energy to my brain, and it creates dynamism in the work that keeps both my dancers and my audience engaged. You can have all the good ideas but it doesn’t matter if you don’t actually do something.
We need to gamble way more than we do—in dance and in life. With time and age we gamble less and less—less with our money, less with our hearts, because we’ve known pain. With improvisation you seek out pleasure, and with that comes discovery. And often what you discover is what you don’t know. There is a great freedom in feeling that you don’t know everything. I keep a very nice percentage of not knowing in my life.
With my students and my dancers, I try to keep the body and mind fresh so we have the ability to look at ourselves from outside. We train ourselves to know our habits—to recognize them and say: I don’t have to be subject to these. We learn to break our habits.
You can try to change. Even that trying is a workout for your brain, for your heart. Often our habits change us. They sit on us. But what if we changed our habits? It’s part of my motto to push ourselves, and to keep pushing and pushing. We don’t want to feel stagnant. You do an experiment and maybe that experiment fails. But you get more information from it.
If you look at our projects—where we perform and how often we perform—every month there is a new production, every month there’s something different that is happening, in different spaces and in different ways. That’s the rhythm that I wish for my dancers. That’s how fresh I want it to be. You get bored from anything that you do a lot, you know?
Ate9 Dance Company, 2016.
A lot of my work features struggle. Struggle is constant and everywhere—we will always need to deal with something. But if we aim to have 50 percent struggle and 50 percent pleasure, then we can handle the struggle better. So I use struggle as a theme—struggle as a goal, struggle as comfort, struggle with humor—to just have it. Own your struggle, don’t push it away and be afraid of it. I think struggle creates beauty and that nothing is created without a struggle.
I also like to work with awkwardness, embarrassment, and weakness. These are things we must visit, ideally on a daily basis. We all go through times of awkwardness, and I am not afraid of that—not in movement, not in relationship with my dancers, and not in relationship with my audience. It’s OK to have an awkward moment.
We’re working on many new projects in the coming months—with the furniture company HD Buttercup at their new store in downtown Los Angeles, with the Chicago-based drummer Glenn Kotche, and with the LA Philharmonic, which is an exciting commission—it’s a very different stage and a very different setup than we’re used to.
And I feel hungry to do more. My brain is producing a new idea every week. It doesn’t feel like ambition, I’m just very fertile. I feel pregnant all the time. And it gives me something to protect. It makes me care. Ate9 feels like an ongoing pregnancy. I never said that before! Maybe that’s why I don’t have children.
View of “Lee Kit: Hold your breath, dance slowly,” 2016.
Lee Kit is a Hong Kong–born, Taipei-based multimedia artist who represented Hong Kong at the 2013 Venice Biennale. His first solo museum exhibition in the US, “Hold your breath, dance slowly,” is currently showing at the Walker Art Center and features a selection of recent works. Here, Lee discusses his three-week residency in Minneapolis, the politics of his practice, and Every Colour You Are, 2016, the site-specific video and painting installation that he produced for the exhibition, which is on view through October 9, 2016.
HONESTLY, I COULDN’T FEEL AMERICA. Of course I’ve read the news. I know a lot of things about America. I know they are very racist. For example, in Minneapolis, I was only walking on the street and people called me a Chinese pig. But I knew about their racism already so I wasn’t surprised. Apart from that, I liked Minneapolis. It was quiet and I lived by the river.
When I created the show at the Walker, I was thinking about something called impersonal love. I am much more interested in politics than in art, but I usually don’t show my political stance in my artworks. I try not to. I don’t believe in political art, but I believe the practice of art can be political. Art cannot change everything. It’s very simple.
Why is it that nobody talks about love, but they usually talk about hate? Politics is a constellation of feelings for me. For example, I hate CY Leung. I want to kill him. He betrayed Hong Kong. He’s selling out. If we remain under the rule of this current government, there can be no better future for Hong Kong. I tend to be very pessimistic. Some people get me really angry, but I can still talk about it so causally. I want to grab that distance, to understand what I’m feeling. That’s why I make art.
Taipei is like a cocoon from which I can see Hong Kong more clearly. So I can see what I should contribute as a citizen and as an artist.
The first thing I did was design a space for the Walker. It’s a white cube, no walls. All the entrances are exactly the same size and same height—thirty-five inches wide—like an entrance to a small apartment. It can be quite dark, because I didn’t use any spotlights. I hate spotlights.
The rhythm of the exhibition is mellow, brainwashing. With all the projectors, people can’t escape their shadows. When they try to escape, it looks like they’re dancing slowly. This is love. I think about my first love in this way, so the mood of the show is nostalgic.
A new work, Every Colour You Are, presents two videos projections that overlap, along with four so-called paintings that spell out the title of the work, which is also a song by David Sylvian. I replaced the “You” with a black piece of paper I picked up on the street in Minneapolis, so now the canvases read “Every Colour [blank] Are.” The video projections are constantly changing because the films are not synchronized, so every day will be different and random. I shot the footage in New York years ago. The museum said they could synchronize the videos, but I said no. Coincidences are important to me.
I’m a painter and I’m not a painter. I’m always something in between. I’m a painter because I care about color, I care about texture and composition. If I use video projection, I need to finish the installation in the exhibition space, because the whole space is a canvas for me. I’m not calculated, but I’m always calculating. I’m a control freak, but the best way to control is not to control.
Don’t be a star. No spotlight. No hero. That’s my philosophy.
View of “Laura Lima: The Inverse,” 2016.
Laura Lima’s solo debut exhibition in the US, “The Inverse,” consists of a site-specific installation that shares the same title. The Brazilian artist has threaded a thick blue nylon rope through the architecture of the atrium in Miami’s Institute of Contemporary Art, looping it over beams and wrapping it around columns as it dwindles in size. It ends between the legs of a half-visible woman lying on the floor—a performer who engages with the sculpture by inserting an end of the rope into her vagina. The work garnered recent headlines when a participant alleged she was “misled,” which artforum.com covered here. The show will be on view through October 30, 2016.
I NEVER PERFORM IN MY WORKS. I like being very hidden. When I arrived at ICA Miami I wanted to fill that space with magic. It is a peculiar space, with beams and columns crossing everywhere—not an easy site to make a piece. I had about five ideas, and only one seemed perfect to me.
The idea for The Inverse came to me twenty years ago. It is part of a group of works that I began in the ’90s. At that time, I wanted to make a piece that was radically different from performance art of the’60s and ’70s with its reliance on the presence of the performer. I wanted something where people were part of the construction of the image—where there was no hierarchy between the flesh of the body, the flesh of the rope, and the flesh of the architecture. I had already worked on a piece where a man tried to pull a landscape into a building and another where a woman slept with her hair tied to a wall. Each idea has the same conceptual structure.
There were some news articles written about The Inverse. I’m surprised when someone twists the meaning of my work. In twenty years, I’ve never had problems, but it can happen. I do not rehearse my works. So I have to prepare the performers, because they take care of the piece. I explain all the concepts, the way I think and construct things, and the way that they have to engage with the piece. Everybody that takes part is different; they all have to be engaged in a way that they feel comfortable and committed to the work. The participants perform just one task. For the project we constructed a room to conceal the performer’s identity, which is very important. I also provided them with a gown. Half of the body appears in a way that you don’t know exactly what’s going on. The intro text simply says that the rope merges with a body, but you don’t see how. It’s not just something that is going inside of someone. It’s also going out, leading you to the structure and through the space. When I was in conversation with the performers, we weren’t talking about the task as radical. It’s provocative, but not scandalous.
The performers are female, so we cannot say feminism is not part of the work, but people tend to push this idea of feminism in a way where everything related to feminism is about victimization. I am also a woman constructing the work. I would rather not label it, mainly because the idea of feminism is so complex.
In art you have to confront ideas. When there is a body there is fragility, which is the beauty of the piece. There is this physiological way in which the performer is engaging in the piece—this live person with her own histories. It is poetic.
The Massachusetts-based artist Josephine Halvorson has long plumbed psychological depth in her paintings through surface texture, with an acute sensitivity to light, scale, and the passing of time. Her latest and largest project, Measures, 2016, comprises three outdoor sculptures—the artist’s first work in this form—and is on view at Storm King Art Center in New Windsor, New York, as part of its annual “Outlooks” series, through November 27, 2016.
I LIKE USING MY BODY TO MEASURE THINGS. Sometimes I close one eye at a time and watch the world shift left or right, proportionate to the distance between my pupils. As a kid waiting for the school bus I remember the morning that my sneakered foot fit perfectly inside a single brick on the front stoop. After school, I hung out at my parents’ metal shop where I could always find a tape measure or ruler, square or scribe. When I visit, I can still see the faded pencil marks on a wooden doorframe, recording my age and growing height.
As a large woman I’m aware of the space I take up. As a painter I know the perimeters of the canvas within a hair of my brush. As a driver I can park with an inch to spare. Sitting at my kitchen table, someone recently told me I’m good at “spatial reasoning.” I looked around the house I built and realized that many aspects of my life seem to fit this term: organization of stuff, composition of paintings, keeping time, and mapping my location.
I’m writing this on an island in the Rhône where there are frequent vertical rulers that measure the height of the river when it floods. In French, they’re called échelles, a word that also means scale. In fact, it was just after the Revolution that the French commissioned the original meter stick—the one by which all others are calibrated. Mčtre, after all, is a word for tape measure. I was living here two years ago, making paintings en plein air of the échelles, when I received the invitation from Storm King to propose a project for its five hundred acres in the Hudson Valley.
From that island, I drove to Rome for a yearlong fellowship at the French Academy, with my materials packed into a petit camion. I clocked many frequent-flier miles on trips back to the US, where I would make my way to Storm King to wander the grounds. Maybe it was my sharpened sense of geography, the conversion of kilometers to miles and back again, the one-to-one scale paintings I was making in Rome of windows and doors, the milestones along the Appian Way, and the importance of Sylvia Plimack Mangold’s paintings of rulers that led me to make Measures.
The three large painted sculptures respond to distinct sites at Storm King. In some ways they’re like the échelles in that they align the relationship between people and the land. These artworks are painted by hand, which encourages a close looking, a desire to touch, and a subjective approach to measurement. The shortest measure, standing at twelve feet tall, is marked with Roman numerals and situated vertically in a field like a sundial, suggesting the passage of time. Painted in micaceous, metallic blacks against a pale, shimmery rainbow, this work reads as a black and white sculpture at a distance. On social media, people have posted photos of friends squished up against it, making legible their height.
The longest sculpture is thirty-six feet, measured out in twelve yards. Installed horizontally on the crest of a field, it’s painted on both sides in rich yellows, blacks, and reds, colors of a standard tape measure. Seen at a far distance, it feels like a tool you can hold in your hand. As you approach, it spans the ridge of Schunnemunk Mountain. And within an arm span, it can measure one’s body. In a photo on Instagram, a man stretches out on top of it measuring his length, and in another, a pregnant woman stands at one end in profile, as if the increments before her measure the weeks of gestation.
The last work is a trompe-l’oeil of a tree that I’d dragged into my studio in Western Massachusetts last winter. As I painted the wood, burls, and bark at a 1:1 scale, the sum of its parts transformed the sculpture into a tree itself. On its north face I painted a double-headed arrow and also wrote the sculpture’s height, twenty-four feet, in red, a common form of notation in construction or destruction. This serves as a gauge of the height of neighboring trees and artworks, including Barnett Newman’s Broken Obelisk, which stands a few hundred feet south.
We need an appreciation of scale, as experienced and defined through the human body. Every day the news brings us the numbers of those killed in senseless acts and the yet to be calculated damage to the environment, statistics that are often out of scale with my own comprehension of life itself. I want to make work that connects us to each other, and to the natural world. Through the concept of measurement, the sensation of touch, and the subjectivity of perception, I hope this project brings greater understanding of our own bodies in the world.