20 outubro, 2010

Antes e depois da morte da pintura


Antes e depois da morte da pintura

1. 1886 e 1968

1886, com Le déjeuner sur l’herbe de Manet, senão mais cedo, é o início da modernidade. Uma modernidade pensada por Baudelaire em Le peintre de la vie moderne, através da figura de Constantin Guys. Uma modernidade que era a assumpção do efémero, do transitório, do fugitivo. Uma modernidade que, nas palavras de Nietzsche, na primeira fase de Nietzsche, em O nascimento da tragédia, implica pensar a arte sob a óptica da vida, isto é, pensar a arte no plano da metafísica.

1968, senão mais cedo, é o início do questionar a pintura - o romance tinha sido confrontado com o nouveau roman (Robbe-Grillet e outros), o teatro tinha sido confrontado com o teatro do absurdo, o cinema tinha sido confrontado com a nouvelle vague (Godard e outros), a poesia tinha sido confrontada com o concretismo brasileiro (Haroldo de Campos e outros). E ao interrogar-se a pintura, decreta-se a sua morte – a morte da pintura.

2. Warhol e as marcas

Quando Warhol escreve «I’m a factory.», como podemos interpretar esta afirmação aparentemente insólita? Por um lado, Warhol fala da arte como sendo uma produção em série. Por outro lado, ao escrever «I’m a factory.», des-sacraliza a arte. A partir de agora, com a pop, a arte tem a ver com o quotidiano do americano médio, tem a ver com a sociedade de consumo americana. Por fim, ao escrever «I’m a factory.», Warhol encontra-se, a título de exemplo, com Jasper Johns, o Jasper Johns da bandeira americana, com Tom Wesselmann, o Wesselmann da mulher-boneca, a pin up, e do quotidiano americano, com Roy Lichtenstein, o Lichtenstein da banda desenhada, um modo de expressão artística tipicamente americano. De facto, Warhol e a popsão, para utilizar o título de um filme de Godard, a expressão do made in USA. Conta-se, até, que aquando de uma visita de Warhol a Itália, tendo-lhe um jornalista perguntado o que ele mais tinha admirado, obteve como resposta: os McDonalds…

Aquilo que a pop, e Warhol em particular, operam na cena artística é isto. Em primeiro lugar, enterram o projecto que as vanguardas artísticas do século XX (mais rigorosamente: desde o neo-classicismo até à I Escola de Paris) tinham presentes, obsessivamente presentes. Dir-se-á: mas esse enterro já tinha sido anunciado por Duchamp, pelosready-made de Duchamp. Isto, todavia, só é verdade em parte. Duchamp, no que se refere aos ready-made, empreende uma alteração do significado do objecto artístico e do espaço que o acolhe (o museu, a galeria). Warhol e a pop, pelo contrário, apresentam o quotidiano enquanto significado máximo do objecto artístico e do espaço que o acolhe. Por outras palavras: Warhol e a pop democratizam a arte. Mas o que é, então, democratizar a arte? É esta, justamente, a segunda consequência do trabalho da pop e de Warhol: colocar a arte ao nível do magazine de grande circulação. O que tem uma outra implicação: aparentemente, a arte transfere-se para o mesmo plano dos media. Daí a célebre afirmação de Warhol: cada um (subentenda-se: cada americano) tem direito a cinco minutos de fama. Ou seja: já não interessa a dialéctica entre passado e futuro, uma questão que atravessou a modernidade (a obra de Baudelaire – mas, também, a de Walter Benjamin), o que interessa é o presente (está aqui, precisamente, a ruptura com Duchamp). Mais: já não interessa a problemática em torno do Ser e da Aparência (Nietzsche e Heidegger sempre perseguiram, nas respectivas obras, a eclosão, a manifestação do Ser), até porque «ser» e «aparência» confundem-se no território dosmedia. O que interessa é a vida - não o conceito de vida em Nietzsche, um conceito na sua essência metafísico, mas a vida quotidiana e os seus cinco minutos de fama. Depois disso, depois dos cinco minutos de fama, o esquecimento. Assim, qualquer beleza é efémera, transitória, fugitiva – ainda que órfã, pois já não há lugar para a beleza eterna (e, definitivamente, é arrumada a dialéctica que percorre a obra de Baudelaire – mas, também, a de Nietzsche, de Heidegger, de Benjamin - entre beleza eterna e beleza efémera, transitória, fugitiva).

Aquilo que a pop, e Warhol em particular, operam na cena artística é isto: a obra de arte, convocando o presente, sendo o presente, é um presente icónico, à semelhança da pintura bizantina. Mas, é um ícone profano, quotidiano, fugidiamente presente. Ora, é neste fugidiamente presente que a pop e Warhol se afastam de Duchamp. Há, porém, outros sinais de afastamento: a pop e Warhol são símbolos de uma cultura made in USA, e já não de uma cultura universal ou pretensamente universal. Aliás, é justamente com a II Guerra Mundial, e com a fuga ao nazismo, que acontecem os grandes movimentos migratórios para os EUA. O que se traduz num fenómeno importante: a Europa, a Europa ocidental, americaniza-se, e os EUA europeízam-se. E Warhol incorpora este fenómeno sócio-cultural na sua produção. Tal como um outro: para Warhol, a factory implica a interdisciplinariedade (fotografia, cinema, pintura, música). Ora, esta incorporação das mais variadas expressões artísticas na factory, foi, afinal, o embrião da morte da pintura que 1968, senão mais cedo, interrogou em vários textos teóricos.

3. Algumas marcas neo-

Sendo assim, a pós-modernidade (conceito surgido nos anos 70 do século XX – com Lyotard, por exemplo) implica o narcisismo, os tais cinco minutos de fama preconizados por Warhol. Implica a defesa do local num contexto global. Implica a cultura do efémero e do profano, mas numa deriva que abre a religião fundadora da civilização ocidental a outros credos, propiciando o multiculturalismo (na religião e não só). Implica a cultura do transcendente em tempos de abertura ao imanente (o corpo, a natureza). Implica a cultura do digital. Implica, definitivamente, a questionação da galáxia Gutenberg (McLuhan). E com essa questionação, a definitiva abertura ao virtual. Por isso, a pós-modernidade não é a era do vazio (Lipovetsky), mas a época das marcas. A época que deixa marcas, donde muito mais política do que possa parecer – como muito mais lúdica, também. Que é, afinal, o que está por detrás da tal afirmação de Warhol, que diz: «I’m a factory.». Dir-se-á, entretanto: há, nos finais do século XX, um regresso à pintura. Pois, há. Só que esse regresso à pintura vai a par com outros regressos, com outras re-leituras das vanguardas. E essas re-leituras das vanguardas começam todas com o mesmo prefixo: neo-. Outra marca da pós-modernidade.

The death of painting 07/04/2010 in Art Theory Here is an essay I recently submitted to a painting annual, in regards to the death of painting in mode


The death of painting
07/04/2010 in Art Theory
Here is an essay I recently submitted to a painting annual, in regards to the death of painting in modern art and it’s ressurection. It was quite a challenge to condense such a discussion into 1500 words, and I have to admit in my mind it left alot of holes and empty spaces that I would normally flesh out more thoroughly. But it’s still a decent read I am a bit proud of. Let’s hope the submission meets approval of the phantom decision makers out there in the world and it gets me in the publication..

“The Death of Painting”

Being what most call a “dead medium” and victim of the well known declaration in June 1839 by Paul Delaroche that “from today, painting is dead!”, painting certainly has a hill to climb. The artist aspiring to be a painter but to also be relevant and innovate within this context finds painting is not a cutting edge medium to work in by any means. I contend that painting is not dead, that it has yet to truly live at all, and that the “cutting edge” metaphorically represents an edge that cuts through the act of existing intelligently.

It’s life and death is tied to it’s use. A dead language which can allow for historical study but allows no further development and is no longer in use is considered dead because of those conditions. Equating painting to a dead language discounts it’s current widespread activity and invites questions regarding it’s purpose. And the further development of painting at the very least is still in question.
The generally accepted notion of painting as a dead medium is a response to painting as a social vehicle of visual communication and a series of actively developing methods. Before the advent of lithography, photography and related reproductive processes, painting was the only means of the reproduction of any seen image. The painter in all forms was responsible for the creation of visual imagery. With the advent of television and radio a fatal blow was struck, rendering the utilitarian service of painting to the world virtually nil, or at the very least severely amputated from what is once was. What was once time consuming, difficult, and the product of hard years of training and study changed rather quickly. Images became widely accesible and painting them became an exercise in futility in comparison. Having lost it’s utilitarian service to the world has made painting ultimately free rather than dead.
Purity of the image and work has been discussed by the painter, theorist and critic throughout past theory, though I contend it has not been a valid possibility without the current death of painting. With the virtually complete loss of it’s social servitude, that purity is finally possible. However, developing new methods and staking claim to new territory can no longer be a prominent motivating factor for the painter. Those who would seek to do something totally new find an increasingly small window in which to work, or become increasingly more focused on minutae in order to stake their claim. There is another way.
Basic deconstruction is no longer necessary since we have seen painting reduced from the reproduction of the world around us, to bare flatness and the power of the paint itself, back to photorealism, and everything in between an artist can do with a surface and a brush. The artist needs to now be unafraid to explore fully the territory that a preceding artist has discovered and wield use of it. End the drive for innovation beyond the last innovator, and come to rest within what has been made available for further exploration. Does a child die once their growth period is complete? Does seeing something within your eyes complete it’s understanding in your mind? The new deconstruction is one in which the force behind it is discovering the painter’s purpose, not merely discovering territory.
Creation, free of the stream of innovation, of the influences of history and social context, and free of production. But not aimless. The relationship of the art to the artist takes center stage as the focus.
Like anything else in the modern world, everything changed with the general development of the idea, the implementation of mass production, and the proliferation of advanced exchange. In essence the death of painting’s past due to mass production began the moment man picked up his first tool and made use of it some 700,000 years ago (oldest discovered tools). Once those tools were created, the idea of production was introduced. Everything after that led to the course of history in which the the utilitarian place of visual art slipped away from the painter. Ending generally in the time Warhol and related artists made art and painting entirely mimic to the packaging of popular culture and mass production.
Production as the end of painting is invalid. If “everything has been done” rings true, then it is an act of hypocrisy to use linear perspective for all those who did not develop the initial use of it. It becomes an act of hypocrisy to paint on a canvas if you did not first develop the use of the loom, invent the weaving of fabric, weave the canvas yourself, and engineer and execute every molecule of the creation of one single painting from the first moment to the last. In this line of thought just as a style or genre is not made new because the painter did not initiate it, all other elements of art and society should be unusable for all but the creator.
Production is a necessary support for conscious human existence and always has been. It does not define the place of painting nor does it negate the creative power of the human hand and mind. Shift in purpose and use does not equate to death, as some would suggest it has equated to the death of painting.
The accepted interpretation of the Delaroche assertion mirrors beautifully the biggest mistake of art history and in a broader sense all of human history. His true meaning was “from today, painting is dead – FOR ME”. Painting died for him. That merely opens the question of why he painted in the first place, if photography could so easily displace him from his perch. That death was the death of painting as the reproduced image whore, not as the creative realm of the hand and mind.
This bold statement traveled a wave of social acceptance until it fulfilled it’s own prophecy. However, painting is not dead for the true artist. That “truth” exists no longer if, as an artist, I decide it is not valid and can show it. It rests on the artist’s shoulders to show there is more in painting than the world has accepted. The real step is to take an entirely individual focus in art, a religious relationship between the art and the artist, now that all the other reasons for art and painting have fallen away.
Social acceptance does not create truth, it only creates the illusion of truth and the opportunity to recreate a new history for those who would seek it of their own accord. Celebrate the death of painting and run free as a result. Social drive and skewed purpose are absent from painting. All that is left is the relationship of the artist with himself and the work, and the purity long sought is finally possible. The artist must learn to be unashamed to travel where others have been, lay pigment on the same surfaces and with the same animal haired sticks. If you can’t accept that you didn’t invent the brush itself, certainly painting is dead. In that case, you are dead. The “death of painting” is an attempt to play god, unable to accept the notion that if you could not be the ultimate creator of forward movement within this pursuit, then it no longer lives.
Ultimately, it is not and has never been the purity of the image that has defined painting as being alive or dead. It is the purity of the artist that has led painting astray through it’s deconstruction and exploration, and leads it back home to a home it has never seen. And the purity of the artist that has been there all along. Ironically, seen from any angle painting can be construed as dead, not dead, never alive, always alive. It relies entirely on the point of view. Dead, if the social purpose it once served is what you choose to see. Not dead, if you choose to reject that notion as I have argued and work onward. Never alive, as history has only now revealed all it can be, and cast aside other concerns so that it can be finally pure. And always alive, as the purity of the pursuit of the artist has never been truly extinguished through any era. Obscured, tainted, and half sought and largely unseen, but never truly extinguished.
To truly answer to the purpose of painting, return to it’s beginning. Why does man paint? To reproduce for use? Is that why a child picks up a brush and spreads color?

If the real answer is to speak through an image, then the death does not exist, and no other means will replace it if paint is the means of personal choice. That mode of speech is solely the choice of the artist.

17 outubro, 2010

Concepts Are Mental Images: The Work as Ruin


Concepts Are Mental Images: The Work as Ruin

Images don’t have to be descriptive; they can be concepts, and Deleuze and I often discuss this point. Concepts are mental images.
—Paul Virilio1

How can a work dealing with destruction, absence, contingency, transformation, and constant change be defined according to its virtuality? And how can this virtuality be determined with respect to the work’s performativity? How do we describe a painting that transforms into architecture, then becomes performance, slides into sculpture, is reframed by drawing, and finally ceases to be visible altogether? We could call it a ruin. A ruin maintains a visual form, but transmits its totality via the virtual. It does not function as a promise of future signification, but as a sort of embodied potentiality. It represents a spatial organization connected organically to other spaces—spaces to which it carries its connotations and quintessence. Seen as a ruin, the work becomes a collection of moments. The ruin concept also accounts for a decay in matter, which installs a temporality specific to material and inaccessible to humans.

I am thinking here of a number of divergent works sharing a form of architectural thinking concerned with the potentialities of space. Without suggesting a narrative or illusionary effects, they touch on the virtual by involving everyday material from nearby social and cultural locations in the creation of a moment of suspension—one that can translate into spoken words, installations, staged discourse, drawing, and so forth. In a digital age, this approach to the virtual often assumes an analogue form of expression, for instance by substituting video with camera obscura as a means of not only dealing with the analogue image, but also of using minimal means to construct spaces that are handmade and mechanical.

The interventions of New York-based Ei Arakawa, for instance, symbiotically integrate different forms of art until they become unintelligible. His performances often involve the works of other artists (like those of painters Amy Sillman and Nikolas Gambaroff), which are left to oscillate between changing concepts and situations.2 He solicits the participation of the audience, not to invoke an inherited avant-garde concern with interactivity, but rather to accompany provisory manifestations in his works’ development and changes over time—also as a meditation on destruction, decay, and theatricality. But his works also seem to lead an initial narrativity into stoic abstraction.

Arakawa’s architectural constructions cannot be fully absorbed in terms of their contingent development in time, as forms of narration, nor in terms of the objects they incorporate in space; they may thus be better understood in relation to the virtual, what Gilles Deleuze has described as a presence, which, though situated in proximity to our material reality, has not been actualized.3 Following Henri Bergson, Deleuze regards the possible as a correlative of the real, as that which will transform itself into reality. The possible conforms to the real, like a plan to be materialized in the future; it is understood as no more than a past form of what later became real. In place of this relationship, Deleuze proposes the virtual and the actual; the virtual is real, but has no actuality in the present; the actual has no resemblance to the virtual—it neither limits it nor selects from it.



Ei Arakawa and Amy Sillman, BYOF - Bring Your Own Flowers, 2007, Performa07, New York.


Another artist who incorporates the virtual as a formative dimension of his works is the Portuguese Carlos Bunga. Preoccupied as Bunga is with construction as a form of recurrent documentation, spaces appear in his works not as discrete entities, but as intervals between, outside, under, or projected onto other structures. Bunga builds installations—often with fragile, perishable materials—which he sometimes later destroys in performances or even before an exhibition opens. What remain for the audience are only the marks of something that could have been. Some of his works display only the emptiness that results from a previously built installation’s complete destruction. But this emptiness also comprises a collection of moments of loss—perspectives, accidents, and gaps of understanding that failed to find their place in the functioning of a project’s construction. His work ranges from huge installations, like the recent Metamorphosis at the Miami Art Museum in 2009/2010, to abstract compositions such as the The Phaidon Atlas of Contemporary World Architecture (2008), in which the reference book has been shredded and displayed as a mass of remains. His drawings and sculptural objects propose a moment just after, without revealing when, where to, or where from. This moment of transition is not a technical mutation, but rather what Bunga calls a “pictorial space” that does not search for completion by itself or within its own logic. Rather, he performs what could be called “documentary alterations” to his own constructions, modifying past forms of his present buildings.


Carlos Bunga, Ruins, 2008. Site specific cardboard installation. Cardboard, tape, at Artunlimited Basel, Elba Benítez Gallery.

Here it is important to reiterate that the virtuality we experience in Bunga’s or Arakawa’s superimposition of spatial and temporal layers has no direct causal relation to the works’ perceptible construction or unfolding—their positioning in the realm of the actual. Like the works of other artists I deal with here, Bunga’s built ruins can easily be considered in relation to the destruction of representation; but they can also be related to post-conceptualist works acknowledging the impossibility of the image’s disappearance. For Bunga and others, it is not only the modern trauma of the visible that is at issue, but also the more contemporary contamination with the virtual—to which the works’ performativity is key. In the case of Bunga’s works, it is through their performative force—and not through a suggestion of possibility or the possible—that they operate in the realm of the virtual.

Founded in 1954 by Yoshihara Jiro in Osaka, the Japanese group Gutai can be considered to have marked a crucial shift from performance to performativity. In Rossitza Daskalova’s 1997 interview with Gutai artists Yoshio Shirakawa and Masachi Ogura, the artists explain that in Japan it is possible to identify two avant-gardes: the one before the World Wars that was strongly influenced by socialist movements, but had to stay underground due to the Emperor’s occidentalization policies; and a second one in which artists repressed before the wars became active, with the intention of affecting their social environment in direct ways.4 This shift brought with it an intentional preoccupation with the nature of matter—a confluence of Marxist ideas and genuine spiritualistic consideration of the object that stemmed directly from Japanese culture. Gutai (meaning “concrete”) also represented a very early reaction against abstractionism, and pleaded, a decade before the Nouveau Réalisme and Conceptualism, for the convergence of art and the everyday. According to their manifesto:

Yet what is interesting in this respect is the novel beauty to be found in works of art and architecture of the past which have changed their appearance due to the damage of time or destruction by disasters in the course of the centuries. This is described as the beauty of decay, but is it not perhaps that beauty which material assumes when it is freed from artificial make-up and reveals its original characteristics? … Above all, we had to search for a centrifugal approach, instead of the centripetal one seen in abstract art. In those days we thought, and indeed still do think today, that the most important merits of abstract art lie in the fact that it has opened up the possibility to create a new, subjective shape of space … We tried to combine human creative ability with the characteristics of the material in order to concretize the abstract space
… we were overwhelmed by the shape of space still unknown to us, never before seen or experienced … we have struggled to find an original method of creating that space … Sometimes, at first glance, we are compared with and mistaken for Dadaism, and we ourselves fully recognize the achievements of Dadaism. But we think differently, in contrast to Dadaism, our work is the result of investigating the possibilities of calling the material to life.5
In their exhibitions, the works were almost never attributed to a single artist-author, but were all signed with the Gutai name. Nevertheless, the group’s bond was not formed around a unitary form of expression, but, on the contrary, permitted various approaches without privileging any single one as being more important than any other—a devoted conceptual, non-authorial gesture. It is apparent in their manifesto that performance, as an artist’s act and art form, is not seen as an end in itself, but rather as a means of giving expression to space and matter—considered to be characterized by intrinsic processes in which the human cannot intervene. Gutai explicitly reject parallels between their work and that of Dada, Action Painting, Happenings—approaches to art stressing artists’ subjectivity. While the processes of material decay and transformation that come to the forefront of their work are meant to be conjugated with human agency, they are not taken as an order of the subjective, nor as an immersive space for the audience to experience, but rather as an investigation into the possibilities of making matter active and vivid—in and through the work of art, as a complete dimension in and of itself.


Saburo Murakami, Passage, Recreated at the Centre Pompidou, Paris, 8 Novembre, 1994. Photo Philippe Migeat.

These concerns speak to a potential in artworks that reveals itself through their performativity. Contrary to performance works, which foreground the agency of the artist, performativity departs from the point where the outcome, impact, and influences of a work detach from its author. Dorothea von Hantelmann defines it as follows:

The performativity of a work of art is the reality, which it manifests by the force of its existence at a place, in a situation, by the force of its production, reception, and lasting. Performativity is an allegation, the power to create reality … The performative dimension designates the bounding of art in a reality, which every single work is also generating.6
From the Gutai interventions to the works of a contemporary artist such as Ei Arakawa, this reality that a work generates can be said to belong paradoxically to a mental dimension; the works are not experienced through their material proximity, but through a work’s conceptual statement, which opens up another dimension of experience. This is, in other words, the virtual. In Deleuzian terms, these works temporarily actualize a world that is real, but has no actuality in the present—the world of the unmanifested potentialities of matter sought by the Gutai Group, whose works are experienced not through physical devices, but through conceptual ones. The experience offered to the audience becomes a mental counterpoint to the visible.

Another Japanese artist, Berlin-based Yukihiro Taguchi, works in a similar way. In his installation Moment, the wood floor panels of a Berlin gallery were removed and used in an installation inside the gallery that changed form daily from a ping-pong table, to a cinema, to a party room with table and chairs, where he threw a closing party. In a second phase of the work, titled Moments—Performatives Spazieren, he integrated the wood panels into Berlin’s public spaces, making a stop-motion video to document the panels becoming a public bench, street furniture, or melting into the environment. In other works, Taguchi reconfigures space by installing and reinstalling objects (in Ordnung, for instance, from 2008), shifting air to another environment (Giftplatz, from 2007), or transforming an architectural environment into a fluid fabric sculpture (Fabric/k, from 2008). Without introducing or removing any element, it is through the interrelated forces of human presence and movements in space that Taguchi’s self-generating processes sculpt his work in time and begin to function in a very concrete way.



Yukihiro-Taguchi, Moment , 2007, Floorboards, Air Garten Galerie, Berlin


A final artist whose work is relevant in this context is Sancho Silva, an artist who uses vision and its cultural determinations to dismantle pre-constructed space. His works are tautological to the point of collapse, with installations consisting of various entrances to a nonexistent work; hidden mechanisms that simultaneously sustain and destroy constructed space; machines or cabins directing vision both onto the city and back into the mechanism itself; and architectonic urban interventions. One can begin to identify a performative dimension in the way his analogue, spare architectonic spaces invoke political, historical, or social systems, but distort their reflections. A subtle interplay of authority between subject and subjected allows his spatial and temporal conjunctions to disappear between various perspectives through the use of camera obscura and other unpredictable real-time viewing mechanisms. For Kunstgriff (2006), Silva constructed a plywood tunnel with eyelets, which allowed a person to see only specific details of works in the museum where the tunnel was placed. By altering institutional architecture to redirect the contemplation of artworks, Silva modifies not only the focus of the viewer, but also the status of the work.



Sancho-Silva, Scotoma, 2009. Installation, camera obscura, Kunsthalle Bern


In the sense that these works use the potentialities of space to transpose the work’s expression and reception onto a virtual dimension, they link to problems originating in the Conceptual Art of the 1960s and ‘70s that resulted in the self-annulation of the artwork. Beyond the formal dissolution achieved by Minimalism, the theoretical dissolution favored by Conceptual Art sought to renounce the work as visible form altogether by replacing the physical work with pure Idea, with philosophy. Post-conceptual art responded to this problem of creating an ideal philosophical surrogate for the absent object, by rendering visible those processes through which the artwork would stage its own disappearance, simply by opening a space for those processes to be problematized. In this sense, the fluid, empty spaces of the works mentioned above look to break existing continuities in a way that does not push the work into total disintegration or pure ephemerality.



Yukihiro Taguchi, Performatives-spazieren (wandering), 2008. Floorboards.


It is interesting to note that Michael Newman has suggested that works avoiding documentation theoretically manifest a stronger tendency to blend with other domains of knowledge.7 And it is through the use of documentation that one can begin to discern the contradictory heritage of Conceptual Art. Originally understood to be a medium allowing for the effects of works to be prolonged and actively maintained, documentary materials did not serve to prolong concepts in and of themselves, but rather the forms of documentation became objects in their own right—a system altogether foreign to the logic of the work. Post-conceptual art, in contrast, employed documentation as discrete works, without renouncing its function. According to Newman, this response constitutes a symptom of the crisis caused by the contradictions embedded within Conceptual Art’s own logic.

Carlos Bunga, for whom documentary material plays a crucial role, has explained the importance of the idea of simulacrum in his work in relation to the work of Gordon Matta-Clark:

Contrary to Gordon Matta-Clark, who works with houses as social identities, with their specific stories and buried histories, and also with habitation and the social and material cycles of certain historically fixed constructions, I am more interested in the idea of simulacrum. A simulacrum for me is not so much a copy, in a formalist sense, but is closer to the idea of model. When I made my first small models, the first ones came very close to reality. And for me the simulacrum is a way to make use of a certain reality, but to use it in a more abstract way, to change its content. The simulacrum shifts things slightly: it could be reality, but it is not exactly. It transforms one thing into another on the basis of a formal logic system. Like a model, it seems like something concrete, but it is not, though both are projections of a space. It is one idea—one possible idea—rather than a concretizable idea. A simulacrum is a projection. And we come back again to the idea of utopia.8
A ruin is a virtual yet material space that carries within it multiple spatial forms—not only past versions of the same construction, but also the innumerable effects of its environment, crossed with other spaces to which it has been connected. A ruin represents not only the past, but, through its form in the present, the future as well. Through its progressive destruction, a ruin creates room for new spatial configurations in the future. It is a form that adapts to a temporal rhythm in the course of its decay. And the processual nature of time conversely finds its own visible form through the ruin. As it allows different spatial and temporal configurations to confront each other, the ruin also has the potential to overturn established hierarchies and provoke a redistribution of value within space.

15 outubro, 2010

morte do museu






O ano de 1968 pode ser considerado como o mergulho numa viagem ou a partida para uma odisséia ainda não acabada. Se em maio de 1968, estudantes saíam às ruas na França, em junho, no Brasil, cerca de cem mil pessoas ocupavam o Centro do Rio, num dos, até então, mais importantes protestos contra a ditadura militar.

Estudantes, professores, operários, artistas, intelectuais, religiosos, trabalhadores de diferentes ofícios, filhos, mães e pais estavam lá na passeata dos 100 mil, lutando pela democracia e pela solidariedade; sonhando um mundo livre dos autoritarismos, das ditaduras, das censuras, dos conservadorismos e das proibições.

Na histórica passeata de 26 de junho de 1968, que merece ser comemorada e celebrada – ao contrário do que sugerem alguns colunistas – estavam Oscar Niemeyer, Carlos Scliar, Chico Buarque de Holanda, Ernandes Fernandes, Elayne Fonseca, Ziraldo, Clarice Lispector, Fernando Gabeira, Milton Nascimento, Gilberto Gil e tantos outros. Naquele dia, Gilberto Gil comemorava 26 anos de idade e saboreava a alegria do lançamento do seu disco “Gilberto Gil” e a preparação do lançamento para julho daquele mesmo ano do “Panis et Circences”, projeto coletivo e marco fundamental da tropicália.

Com Uma câmera na mão e uma idéia na cabeça Glauber Rocha, criador desse famoso bordão do cinema brasileiro, assistiu às manifestações populares. Com o material filmado, ele deixou inacabado o curta 1968. No mesmo ano, Gláuber viria a finalizar o que por muitos veio a ser considerada a sua obra-prima, O Dragão da Maldade contra o Santo Guerreiro, que mistura antropofagicamente cordel e ópera, e de forma alegórica fala sobre o folclore nordestino e o heroísmo do cangaço ante o aristocrático coronelismo.

Setores da vanguarda cultural do Ocidente, no final dos anos 60 e início dos anos 70, anunciaram a morte ou, no melhor dos casos, o desaparecimento próximo dos museus. Em agosto de 1971, como informou Hugues de Varine, durante a IX Conferência Geral do Conselho Internacional de Museus, realizada em Paris, Dijon e Grenoble, o beninense Stanislas Adotévi e o mexicano Mario Vásquez proclamavam abertamente: a "revolução do museu será radical, ou o museu desaparecerá".

O necrológio do museu, traduzido a partir de um determinado desejo político, aparecia acompanhado de um discurso que colocava em movimento críticas severas ao caráter aristocrático, autoritário, acrítico, conservador e inibidor dessas instituições, consideradas como espécie em extinção e, por isso mesmo, apelidadas de "dinossauros" e de "elefantes brancos". No entanto, 20, 30 ou 40 anos depois, verificou-se que os museus não só não morreram, como se proliferaram e ganharam destaque na cena cultural e na vida social do mundo contemporâneo.

De qualquer forma, as críticas dirigidas ao caráter dinossáurico de algumas instituições museais surtiram algum efeito e parecem ter estimulado os ventos reformistas e modernizantes que, nas décadas de 1980 e 1990, passaram por algumas delas. A modernização trouxe maior preocupação com os serviços destinados ao público e maior atenção para as práticas pedagógicas, além do aprimoramento dos recursos expográficos e do refinamento dos procedimentos técnico-científicos nas áreas de preservação, conservação, restauração e documentação museográfica.

Num mundo que passou a adotar o espetáculo como medida de todas as coisas, o próprio caráter dinossáurico foi transformado em elemento espetacular. Como um corolário da cultura espetacular absorvida e desenvolvida pelos museus clássicos consagraram-se as chamadas mega-exposições, algumas tratando de artes, outras de tesouros históricos e outras ainda de ciências e de dinossauros, todas sempre espetaculares. Os dinossauros musealizados e os museus dinossáuricos voltaram à moda. Os ventos reformistas, no entanto, não pretendiam abolir e não aboliram os acentos autoritário, aristocrático, colonialista e imperialista de muitas dessas instituições. O que se pretendia evitar - e se evitou - é que um museu como o Louvre, considerado como "protótipo do almoxarifado de um patrimônio burguês", fosse incendiado, como simbólica e ironicamente preconizavam os representantes da geração libertária de 1968.

A sugestão que fica é a de que o diagnóstico da morte ou do desaparecimento próximo dos museus - considerados como lugares consagrados pela tradição cultural da burguesia ocidental - deve ser lido como parte dos movimentos político-sociais de crítica e contestação que, nas décadas de 1960 e 1970, atingiram em cheio diversos valores institucionalizados. Se, por um lado, essas críticas parecem ter contribuído para a invenção de um novo futuro para os museus clássicos e tradicionais, por outro, parecem ter colocado em movimento o desejo de se constituir uma nova imaginação museal, até então não prevista.

No início da década de 1970, essa nova imaginação museal começou a ganhar visibilidade a partir de experiências desenvolvidas em diversas partes do mundo, sem que entre elas houvesse, inicialmente, visíveis canais de intercâmbio. Nesse quadro, situa-se o surgimento do ecomuseu, que, segundo Hugues de Varine, um dos participantes da geração de 1968, e criador do termo, nada mais era "do que uma tentativa, um convite a dar provas de imaginação, de iniciativa e de audácia" no campo dos museus, normalmente considerados como fortalezas da tradição conservacionista.

A toda ação libertária corresponde uma reação repressora; a toda contracultura corresponde uma cultura. E foi assim que 1968 ficou marcado não apenas como o ano de uma das maiores revoluções modernas, mas também como um dos anos de maior repressão.

No Brasil e no mundo três políticos memoráveis haviam acabado de ser derrubados: Kennedy fora assassinado em novembro de 1963; Kubitschek entregara o poder a Jânio em 1961 e, embora fosse o pré-candidato mais bem cotado para uma eventual eleição presidencial em 1968, teve seus direitos políticos cassados; Kruschev fora deposto na União Soviética por um golpe das alas mais conservadoras do Partido Comunista. Sessenta e oito foi ainda o ano da dura repressão à Primavera de Praga, na Tchecoslováquia, e do assassinato de Martin Luther King, autor do clássico discurso “Eu tenho um sonho”.

Ao longo dos últimos quarenta anos, no mundo dos museus, Hugues de Varine, um dos militantes de Maio de 1968, veio a ser presidente do Conselho Internacional de Museus (Icom), consultor internacional para assuntos referentes ao desenvolvimento local e à museologia social e um dos principais atores para a transformação dos museus e fortalecimento de suas funções sociais. De igual modo, Gilberto Gil, um dos militantes da Passeata dos 100 mil, realizada na cidade do Rio de Janeiro, veio a ser um músico e um intelectual consagrado. No período de janeiro de 2003 a julho de 2008, ele esteve à frente do Ministério da Cultura e desenvolveu um trabalho exemplar a favor da democratização dos museus, compreendidos como ferramentas capazes de contribuir para a dignidade social. Hoje, para a tristeza de muitos, Gilberto Gil deixa o Ministério da Cultura, mas o sonho não acabou.

A viagem e a odisséia de 1968 não terminaram; os seus atores, o seu ideário, as suas utopias libertárias, as suas forças transformadoras continuam em movimento, continuam fertilizando novos processos transformadores. Por tudo isso, vale a pena comemorar os 40 anos do extraordinário ano de 1968 e a transformação radical do universo museal. E para o sempre Ministro Gilberto Gil mandamos: “aquele abraço”.

Cinema is dead


After a summer like the one we’ve just had, you’d be justified in asking, once again, “Why are movies such a pile of crap lately?”

According to Peter Greenaway, British filmmaker, it’s because, as he puts it, “Cinema is dead.” It’s been dead for ages, apparently, so the pile of crap we keep encountering is the decomposing body of cinema. Or something.

If you’re an established filmmaker, you can dine out for years on a line like “Cinema is dead.” For some reason it makes artistically inclined people give you money to fund your cinematic projects. That’s what you call “irony.”

The other day I attended a “master class” presided over by Greenaway, that arthouse scourge who flourished in the 1980s directing films like The Draughtman’s Contract, The Belly of an Architect, Drowning by Numbers, A Zed and Two Naughts, and The Cook, The Thief, His Wife, and Her Lover. Why would I do such an insane thing, you might ask? Hell if I know. I can’t stand Greenaway films, can’t even stand to hear descriptions of Greenaway films. The titles alone are chilling, and even a single image from a Greenaway film can make me back away swiftly and slide out the side door.



Which is what I did after an hour of the “master class.” How I made it through the hour I don’t know: I must have a stronger constitution than I thought.

In case you’ve never been to one, a “master class” seems to be a session in a smallish room during which a “master” instructs assorted acolytes on his supreme artistry. Sort of like Yo-yo Ma On the Cello: The Secret to Better Bowing.

Before it got going, Greenaway was up front, fussing with his laptop. The sound wasn’t loud enough, and anxious women in charge of making events run smoothly were scurrying around trying to find the correct cables. But the images were projecting to Greenaway’s satisfaction, and in fact there was one up on screen already. It was a rendering of a transparent suitcase full of water, and as the suitcase turned, the water sloshed around inside. The explanatory onscreen note was “Suitcase Number 38: Water.”

I can bear this, I thought, and gritted my teeth. But I was sorely tested. That suitcase spun around sloshing for at least twenty minutes before we got a look at any other suitcases containing unlikely things.

There were some professor types there, but mainly grad students looking solemn. Greenaway was introduced in glowing terms; “transformative figure” was one of them, I recall. Greenaway’s a big strutting man in a pinstripe suit who’s clearly used to an atmosphere of reverence and spews nonsense fearlessly.



He led off with a plummy diatribe against narrative cinema, which has long dominated the film form:

“Cinema is a very poor narrative medium,” said Greenaway. “I think cinema knows that, and that is why it keeps returning to the bookshelf.”

For those of you who don’t speak fluent nonsense, he meant that storytelling is a literary form and filmmakers shouldn’t be poaching from it. Why not, you might ask? Why shouldn’t film incorporate techniques from literature and theater and music and dance and every other art and medium in the world just like it’s been doing ever since it was invented?

He didn’t say. “Cinema knows” what it’s done wrong, and that’s enough!

Fricking suitcase was still spinning around sloshing.

Greenaway said, “I was trained as a painter, which is primarily a non-narrative form. Why can we not have a non-narrative cinema?”

Somebody bright might’ve asked why it’s better for film to imitate painting than literature—or as Greenaway would say, “LIT-trot-choor!” But he wasn’t looking for the free exchange of ideas. He only asked questions he immediately answered himself without pausing for breath.

He went on to brag for awhile about how, in his films, he always attempted to mess with the narrative form by structuring them according to other logical systems, “non-narrative games, tricks, and concepts to see if we can find another GLUE to hold cinematic elements together.” For example, The Draughtsman’s Contract is structured as a catalogue of drawings, he said; The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover is organized around a color scheme, and so on. In Cook/Thief, he also got tricky by taking what seemed to be an overarching thematic metaphor, cannibalism, and turning it suddenly literal—a character ACT-CHUALLY gets eaten in the end.

Very proud of that one, Greenaway was. He seemed to think nobody saw it coming, the flesh-eating finish.



Though Greenaway said he felt compelled to break film audiences of their stupid reliance on narrative, he understood that something else equally fascinating must be substituted in place of narrative.

After all, he wouldn’t want to create mere academic, ivory tower objects of study, he said: “I want to be MAINNNNNSTREAMMMMM.”

So his new, revived cinematic form is non-narrative, incorporating multiple screens, and functioning in “present tense”—that is, always changing, never the same show twice, relying on a “live element.”

Yes, Peter Greenaway had decided to become a VJ.

If you’ve ever been to a nightclub where they project a bunch of flashing, changing pictures on the walls as part of the overall stimuli, you know the kind of con he’s pulling on the art-media crowd.

Take the sloshing suitcase, for example; Greenaway finally got around to that. He cranked up the volume so we could hear the accompanying soundtrack, a mixture of classical music and tidal shooshing noises that, he claimed, creates a “mesmeric phenomenon.”

He admitted that we’d probably seen this sort of thing before, in perfume ads and the like, but he seemed to feel that if he added twenty more screens all playing different loops of his various perfume ad images, he’d really have something. That twenty-one-screen Greenaway show slayed ‘em in Stockholm! Or was it Warsaw?

So he showed us a bunch more of these things, to give us the idea. There were other numbered suitcases like “79: Holy Earth: Uranium” that looked a lot like the glowing “great Whatsit” box from the Cold War film noir Kiss Me Deadly, only without the screaming blonde.



Speaking of screaming blondes, there was a repeated clip of a woman’s head snapping sideways to a cracking noise: “That’s Franke Potente, an actress of some celebrity, having her face slapped continually, forever and ever,” gloated Greenaway.

“Aw,” said a saddened female grad student in the audience.

And so the long day wore on.

There were a few art-porn ones, too, just to startle people awake now and then. As anyone who’s ever seen a Greenaway film knows, the real “glue” holding his films together is full-frontal nudity. Wangs and bush tarted up in draped silks and body-paint calligraphy, that’s the Greenaway method. “New media” merely adds CGI.



As we stared at a picture of a giant cigar with an opera singer’s head in a small box above it, trilling, and text crawl underneath it repeating the line, “These are the clues that should alert you to the conspiracy,” I realized I’d attended the master class with some vague idea that Greenaway might take the opportunity to defend himself, to offer some sort of explanation for his “art.” His is the kind of filmmaking that’s so uninvolving it requires an explanation. It had better be conveying a weighty message because it’s not doing anything else. In fact, it should be allegorical, with everything symbolizing something else, so at least you could make a guessing game of it. The giant cigar stands for patriarchal capitalism, and the opera singer is the feminized institutional culture that sings the praises of a violent and oppressive system…

Finally Greenaway finished with the perfume ads, but didn’t explain them beyond saying he was doing “Eisensteinian montage, which can provide any number of cerebral and emotional experiences infinitely multiplied.” Sez you, Greenaway!

Then he announced he would show us his “Nursery Tales.” He said this project was intended to “drag fairy tales out of the nursery” and reveal them as they really are, “intense stories of human relationships that form the BODY of Western LIT-trot-choor.”

That’s a project I coulda sworn had been done a few times already.

And I noticed we were back to filmed narrative again, only now it was okay for some reason.

He started off with Cinderella. Images of sullen, distorted females staring out at us, and assorted Cinderella story paraphernalia identified by a loud, penetrating Brit voice: “PUMP-kins and MAG-ic, PUMP-kins and MAG-ic, PUMP-kins and MAG-ic.”

Well, I’d about had it. I was hounded out at last by the Brit narrator yelling “TWO RATS, TWO RATS, TWO RATS, TWO RATS…”

Maybe narrative film stays popular because for the past hundred years it’s managed to shove gits like Greenaway to the margins. If so, that’s a good enough reason to cheer it on. Long may it reign!

09 setembro, 2010

Hassan Khan In Defense of the Corrupt Intellectual This essay is primarily focused on a specific phenomenon within Egyptian intellectual history over

Hassan Khan
In Defense of the Corrupt Intellectual

This essay is primarily focused on a specific phenomenon within Egyptian intellectual history over the past sixty years. Although informed by a set of local conditions and references, I believe that the discussion may lead to a productive reflection upon the relationship of aesthetics to context and cultural practice, and upon the nature of art institutions and their normalizing tendencies. It may also provide a new perspective through which to engage the display and exhibition experiences provided by those art institutions that have emerged internationally in recent decades.

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During “The Next Ten Years of Contemporary Art in the Middle East,” a panel held at the first Global Art Forum at the Gulf Art Fair in Dubai (2007), I made some remarks that seemed surprising to some. In discussing the situation of contemporary arts in the region, I had found it imperative to attempt a reclamation of a certain local history and, in doing so, pointed out that “even morally corrupt intellectuals can be our salvation.” My use of a highly loaded term, bringing corruption and intellectual endeavors together in a seemingly positive light, was intentional, and driven partially by the panel’s context and the typically preemptive triumphalist note sounded at such gatherings of capital and financial exchange. The market needs the assurances of experts, hence the proliferation of events such as this one. However, my recuperation of the corrupt intellectual was not intended as a disingenuous or cynical reaction to this context, but was rather informed by my own long personal experience with that figure, as well as with those contexts, such as the so-called independent cultural scene, that claim to lie in opposition to everything that figure signifies.


Pride of place is given to Naguib Mahfouz, Egypt’s Nobel Prize winning novelist alongside actors, artists, musicians, poets, and other novelists on the wall of Café Riche in Cairo.

It seems to me that invoking the corrupt intellectual allows for the real possibility of finally going beyond the tired dichotomies endlessly resurrected in such panels. The too-often blindly accepted oppositions between tradition and contemporaneity, independence and state affiliation, the liberal and the reactionary have dominated the discourse around cultural production in this region for far too long.

For the corrupt intellectual is a figure that I have unfortunately known well and up close through the years. I first encountered him in childhood, as the family friend pontificating on the logic of underdevelopment, expounding theories of conspiracy and the necessity of developing the nation. Later, in my teenage years, he appeared again, smiling wanly at me as he recognized me under all that hair and recalled my parents’ credentials within a certain culturally and politically engaged milieu. Finally, in more recent years, as the contours of my own practice became more publicly visible, the corrupt intellectual has returned as an increasingly hostile figure.

This is a figure who has been deeply implicated in the replication of totalitarian ideas and in the support of an order that, to say the least, has failed to uphold any of its promises. A figure that has consistently and self-servingly promoted a variety of intellectual trends, from the secularist to the Islamic-Marxist, from the Liberal-Democratic to the Democratic-Islamist, depending on what happened to be in vogue at the moment. So what then motivates this, my own seemingly perverse quest to defend a figure that has so distorted public life?

While proposing to open a discussion on the usefulness, even the importance of this figure, I refuse any argument that would construct what I refer to as the “corrupt intellectual” as a transcendental signified floating above the dichotomies of public discourse and resolving them. Far from it: the corrupt intellectual is deeply implicated in the production of official mainstream culture—part and parcel of the current historical moment, a constitutive, immanent figure of the landscape. And it is this very significance that makes this figure so pertinent to our argument. A recuperation of the corrupt intellectual serves as an entry point for engaging and hopefully refining the terms of the aforementioned dichotomies bundled into the commonplace opposition this figure assumes with regard to a self-defined independent art scene. We ultimately take up these opposed terms only so as to first abandon them, then recuperate them—this time, however, within a less telic argument, and one that explicitly acknowledges cultural politics as its field. For even the text you are reading now is proud to be deeply polemical, and ultimately remains in the service of the dialectical process that it refutes.1 It is also an argument situated within a moment of institutional transition, when new models are actively supplanting earlier ones and all positions are contested.

But before beginning, let us ask what exactly this means in relation to the positions involved: i.e., mine, as the author mounting what must seem like an inexplicable defense of a figure whose claims and statements have supported the flagrant usurpation of the public sphere for at least the past sixty years of Egyptian history; you, the reader informed by vantage points, agendas, and interests; and ultimately that phantasmatic figure of the corrupt intellectual haunting our discussion. What does that figure do for us exactly? What kind of example does it set? What kind of resistance to the dominant order, if any, does it make possible?


A painted rendition of Ahmed Shawqi, Prince of Poets, based on a photograph of him in the famous thinking pose.

The Crowd Walks Down the Street: Dialectics Abandoned and Regained

The density of a crowd walking in the street, and how that kind of density plays out in relation to the crowd’s surface, produces a kind of symbiotic and organic relationship. In this context, density functions at different registers. The first concerns the historical depth of various discursive regimes and the symbolic capital they produce; another refers to a detailed intensity; the highly individual and individuated gestures, the isolated intentions that become articulated as a charged collective of individuals, and the very state of consensus that allows for the crowd to come into being in the first place. In a sense, the crowd is where a seething mass with a unified understanding of its own presence is born, a conglomeration of frictions and tensions that manages to resolve itself into an identifiable entity.

Density relates to two distinct yet interdependent modalities of operation. It refers on the one hand to the heavy and tired legacy of failed discourses that have provided opposition to, and support for, the status quo in the region; it constitutes a sort of discursive article of faith, lending a sense of identity to the crowd itself, a sense of historical purpose to the social organism whose legacy involves ideologies such as socialism, pan-Arabism, Marxism, nationalism, and Islamism. On the other hand, density refers to the sociopolitical practice of these ideologies as a set of rules and regulations that actively impact the daily lives of all the members of the social organism. As a significant element in the formation of the crowd, density here inhabits a unique position as simultaneously antithetical to the regimes of discursive power and constitutive of that power itself. On another level, density helps us to describe how groups of individual citizens walking down city streets are transformed by proximity and the very rules of their shared landscape into “the crowd.” A new entity with its own “depth” is born.

Straddling various dualities, the crowd is always the other to that legacy of state power and dissent, while simultaneously serving as the legitimizing source for both. Nonetheless, the processes of legitimization inevitably increase the distance between discourse (what is used to explain, analyze, and quantify) and subject (in this case the mysterious crowd), by clearly differentiating their roles, making one serve the other. The crowd, through its polyphony, its irresolvable contradictions, its ability to function as a collective while relying on the individual and its stubbornly resistant irreducible core, is, maybe even metaphorically, positioned as an absolute other to both the state (often represented metonymically by its members) and the public figures of dissent—both of whom, ironically, claim to speak for that crowd.



Stills from YouTube videos of young men, in one case stripping down and dancing in the streets of informal areas in Cairo to the sounds of new wave shaabi music.


The form of density characteristic of the crowd is never possible within successfully mediated spaces such as those of the new global museum franchise model or the hypercapitalist art “marketplace” of abstract value. The projected success of a marketable future is the basis for both endeavors. The functionalist telos informing the activities of both museum and marketplace calls for the instrumentalization of all elements that come into contact with them, and makes the formation of the crowd an undesirable and distant possibility. Contemporary cultural practice, with its anxious self-referentiality, attempts to consume the image of that crowd, to annex it as a mythical and indexical signifier of art’s immediacy and engagement with the public sphere. Insisting on this connection also aids in the accrual of symbolic cultural capital, which is, in turn, communicated to the audience that flocks to these institutions. This symbolic cultural capital is accumulated and ultimately translated into value through the actions of both museum and marketplace.

The crowd’s contradictions—positioned both at the margins and at the heart of the dominant power, silent and vocal, unified and dramatic, collective and lonely—make it especially useful for consumption and re-circulation within museum and marketplace. In this relationship, the crowd’s density is referenced by the institution in order to articulate the relevance of abstracted spaces of cultural reflection to the general social sphere. It is perhaps at this moment that the rehabilitation of the corrupt intellectual as a remote, yet still present figure becomes helpful for complicating the ways in which engineered cultural spaces today evoke the crowd for their own purposes.

The Specificity of the Corrupt Intellectual

The corrupt intellectual offers a new specificity to the historical experience of cultural practices and to an understanding of the material produced through them. An awareness of that potential should not, however, be confused with an approval of or an agreement with the corrupt intellectual’s project. In this sense, my defense could be considered as a strategic coming to terms with the relationship between the labor of a group of state functionaries and the crowd that forms in the streets of the city where that labor actually materializes in terms of rules and regulations and, most importantly, actual forms of public address. Thus a profound and, in this case one can say, political engagement with the act of production is only possible through a deep engagement with its context and an implicit acceptance of the presence of this omnipresent and immanent figure. For every rule, every form of speech produced in this context lays down its own horizons of possibility and its own limits to the act of imagining.2

However, the presence of these spaces—the dense and crowded street with its constant reminder of power differentials, of violence, dangers, codes of communication, as well as the corrupt centers of hegemonic knowledge production that are so clearly devoted to propping up the context that threatens to define the crowd’s shape yet never quite accounts for its specificity—helps to shape how we, those who live and operate under that context’s regime, understand and come to define knowledge itself.


Football player Saleh Selim, actress Soad Hosny, and writer Anis Mansour in the 1960s.

With such an understanding, it is no longer possible to construct knowledge as a form of symbolic cultural capital that is the expression of an ideal “liberated” and liberal subjectivity. So if the machinations of PR and marketing departments are crucial to promoting the refined experiences of the “free” and “informed” museum visitor, art history student, or seeker of knowledge, then the corrupt intellectual is there to remind us of where we, the participants in contemporary culture, actually stand—to balance the claims of the institutional machine, to tragically embody a history in the space where history is banished beyond the horizon of corporate success.

Whether produced in the context of the “independent non-profit art space” or the “new contemporary art museum,” in countless panels conducted in English or as quotes in secondary features published in international art magazines that cover an art scene in 1500 words, it is imperative to view the rising liberal institution’s superficial critique of the figure of the corrupt intellectual as self-serving and disingenuous. For that figure serves the liberal institution well by imparting it with the legitimacy and glamour of an oppositional and therefore heroic position, while helping to facilitate a sense of definition—in other words, an identity.

Conflict and Aesthetics

Perhaps the central conflict in the field of artistic practice is not that of the “politically committed and critical” versus the “commercially driven and decorative.” The key distinction is rather between understanding the practice of art in terms, on the one hand, of a nexus in which an artwork’s references and meanings are unhinged from their conventional frameworks (while simultaneously and paradoxically insisting on the fact that a context always assigns meanings); and, on the other, of that space in which artists, institutions, and artworks are instrumentalized as, for example, evidence in an argument, or mere illustrations of socially engaged practice. It might not be so surprising then to discover that the new, shiny, and megalomaniacal institutions that are currently under construction all over the region share a deep connection with the elderly functionaries and their minions sitting in neon-lit offices of various palaces of culture all over the Arab Republic of Egypt. Both equally complicit in promoting a model in which art practice is constitutive of, and defined by, each respective institution’s horizon of meaning.

It is only possible to move beyond this kind of falsely dialectical relationship by understanding the familiar cultural terrain through a new set of terms. Let us therefore publicly admit to the power struggle latent in all contexts before we then begin to write.


Poster commemorating “Peasant Day” on September 9, the anniversary of the first agrarian land reform laws in 1952, as well as of Ahmed Orabi’s revolt against the Khedive in Egypt in 1881.

Value and Negotiation: The Refinement of the Dialectic

The corrupt intellectual is the result of a historical experience, a legacy. Egypt’s now-failing middle class staked a claim within a national power base over the past sixty years by locating its claims and subject positions within the collectivized motivations of a constructed national project. This educated petite bourgeoisie forged its identity through the goals it announced for itself, and then used that identity to generate content for the propaganda it produced for the general social order. The voice that articulated these positions has thus always been of great significance and prominence. Therefore, and almost by structural necessity, the Egyptian intellectual’s relation to the imagined collective has always been a public one.

Cairo’s history over the past sixty years is the history of this voice. Under attack by the constantly shifting power relations within the social order, this voice has steadily become more and more hysterical as it fights to maintain the clearly defined positions of its class base. This relationship, between the public speaker and the stage he or she performs upon, is one in which the voice has always been inflected and motivated by the process of forging public associations between terms and their referents. The intellectual’s main role has thus been that of charting the relationship of the public to the organizing principles of the collective. Public discourse is what will always be a product and a victim of this relationship. Here witness the poet declaiming, the teacher speaking, the imam sermonizing, the guest on a talk show arguing.


A charcoal drawing of Tawfik Al Hakim in a style often used to draw prominent intellectuals.

Thus both positions, the oppositional and critical, and the affirming mouthpiece of the regime, exist in a state in which the horizon of possible meanings is already defined and assumed as shared. The rhetorical strategies of both are similar, from those that sing praises to those that viciously ravage. Notice the impulse to constantly describe, explain, and resolve artworks in the service of a higher meaning. The mark of corruption is the insistence on validation and lineage in demonstrating the higher aims of the material at hand, and in therefore implicitly refusing the immanent materiality of the work itself.

The corrupt intellectual is an elusive figure: state bureaucrat, public critic, journalist, novelist, pundit, poet, student activist, downtown artist, café philosopher, soap opera screenwriter—one that constantly fails in his or her analyses, yet can still provide us with the possibility of analysis. For it is the collective labor of this figure that has provided the dynamics by which a field of knowledge that is public in nature has been constituted. Maybe what I have been labeling a “figure” so far doesn’t refer to any specific position, role, or actual individual but rather a shared sensibility that runs deep within an identifiable period or context.

The “corrupt intellectual” is both a statement about the nature of that which is shared, as well as its main product and symptom. It is thus a statement that is deeply implicated in the doxa of the day; it is what affirms a system, an order, and a regimen in the most literal sense. This kind of statement is inextricably linked to the production of the contours of daily events and their possible meanings. It is thus the labor of this intellectual functionary that lays down horizons, makes definitions, and proposes arguments. This act of production allows the event to unfold within a context that is accompanied by a sense of repercussion, the production of a resonance, an echo. To clarify further, it is only through such activities that a para-doxa, the romantic promise of a space beyond consensus, or a meta-doxa, the possibility of self-reflection and criticality, of holding a relationship to the consensus that is not merely affirmative, are imaginable in any real sense. In other words, it is only through the statement that the proposition is possible.3



Computer rendering of Designopolis, a new hub of art galleries, furniture stores, and restaurants that opened earlier this year on the outskirts of Cairo.


For new institutions to be able to establish themselves successfully, they need to first supplant their precursors. This is a process that demands an active act of forgetting, as well as the ability to disguise the material and intellectual labor of constructing new edifices. At the same time, these institutions always place structural demands upon the discursive productions that coalesce to mark the moment of the new edifice’s emergence. These demands act as signs through which the perceptive reader can analyze something of the logic of such institutions. It is not really the content of these claims that is important here, but rather the manner in which certain utterances can be enunciated and the style in which statements are made. It is all, as Eliza Doolittle learned in the numerous and largely popular reiterations of Bernard Shaw’s own version of the Pygmalion myth, ultimately a matter of accent. Our argument or discussion is thus not possible without an implicit proposal about the nature of value and accumulation. To be more precise, the method through which value is negotiated is profoundly connected to how new meanings are assigned and normalized within the social order. The rise of a new institutional model is the occasion in which this kind of accumulation becomes most apparent.

It is thus with some sense of pride that I can now make this statement: the intellectual is always corrupt in relation to the project he or she touts. This is the fate of all those who attempt to produce a field of knowledge. For the function the intellectual performs is to point to the possibilities of a moment beyond consensus, yet only in order to affirm what the doxa itself can be. The location of an utterance or a proposition within the social sphere is invariably assigned by these very paradigms. To understand the resonance of these public statements, it is imperative to identify the position from which the figure of the intellectual speaks. To therefore hesitate for a moment and to evoke this figure, maybe as a conflicted memory or an annoyance, before beginning to write.

The Recuperation That Never Was

My text, seemingly involved in nostalgically and romantically resuscitating a slowly dying breed, does not ask for the rehabilitation of the corrupt intellectual in an absolute fashion. What we have here, perhaps contrary to my opening remarks, is a cynical, knowing defense of this sad, broken figure at the moment in which the triumphalism of the market and the industry of criticality have reached obscene proportions. However, let us not forget that the general symptoms discussed here reflect what is actually a much more powerful figure than my description would imply, for these are the individuals who run fine-art government sectors, head cultural pages in newspapers, write art histories, and lay down recommendations for acquisitions by national collections.

However, our corrupt intellectual has always been a local variant of an international phenomenon. This is a figure that secretly seeks the seal of validation from centralized centers of power, whether national or international, while constantly evoking a parochial and paranoid atmosphere to defend its claim over that seal. For example, in the case of art history, the same consensual if outdated canon is evoked to provide support and meaning for aesthetic practices. The local is always deemed insufficient without some kind of proof and validation provided by the accepted and so-called international canons of art history. As part of this process, the corrupt intellectual’s very existence provides, as demonstrated earlier, a certain density or depth to the experience of the work. For here the work never exists outside history, but is informed by its relationship to the two modalities of ideology in the discursive past: as discursive article of faith, or sociopolitical daily practice.

This external source of validation, mystified and made secret, is always qualified with local arguments informed by the ideological necessities that foreshadows the viewing experience. It is, however, still possible to bridge to an art history that manages in turn to connect to a wider shared international history and to thus provide a genealogy to the work that is not merely celebratory or damning. It is a project that will help us identify the mannerisms that dominate art practice at any given time. It would also help us identify the true significance of certain works in relation to the resonances they unleash.

This return to shared sources would be a deeply engaged historical project of tracing the contemporary moment through a system of comparative analyses; all divergences of local singularity and international multiplicity would be considered. However, while doing this it is absolutely important to insist that knowledge is instantaneously transferable, that what is understood at any one point or place immediately and irrevocably becomes of that place.



Books on display in the Cairo Book Fair, the second largest book fair in the world after Frankfurt.


Yet the corrupt intellectual’s fall from power, accompanying a general decline of the state, can be partially traced back to a stubborn refusal to admit the genealogy of his or her practice that is not purely mythical. Instead, the corrupt intellectual falls back on what is offered as a mystical, authentic source for defining the functions of intellectual work within the system he or she supports and operates under. The moment of such an intellectual’s emergence, unfortunately always hidden or disguised, is deeply entwined with the rise of nationalist sentiments. It is therefore no surprise that an emphasis on the site of production is endemic to the political project itself. Thus locale, a situated sense of place that lies in opposition to the floating signifiers of global capital, becomes significant. This opposition between the dictates, constrictions, and potentials of locale and an unfixed non-essential space that accepts and absorbs all influences as its own still provides a meaningful density to the art experience that has never been merely diachronous, but also, and significantly, synchronous. The local art history brought to bear in attempting to describe contemporary art practices is rendered superficial and corrupt, but is constantly understood to be relevant; and it always remains in the background in order to support the doxa.

It may be that the genealogy of the intellectual within the concrete context of the history of the Arab Republic of Egypt could be the very salvation of this figure. Such a genealogy is only the logical extension of a statement—one that acculturates and accumulates over history and layers over time to constitute an inherent part of its own very discursivity in a certain place. That genealogy gives us a handle with which to approach that figure and understand its context, its resonance, and perhaps even its poetics. One may wonder what kind of practice can arise out of such engagement, but this is not the place for prescriptions. Rather, it is only to suggest the possibility of a real form of practice experienced in time through labor, investment, and engagement, that will one day, one hopes, explain itself according to the terms that it sets forth.

The density referred to earlier in relation to the crowd is also related to the auratic nature of institutions of power, whether local or international in scope. It is based on the sense that the work of art is in communication with a canon that was involved in the construction of a national archive, a sense that all gestures are therefore charged, and that the meaning of a history is located in the experience of a place. It is thus important to remind the young curatorial-program graduate preparing an immaculate white space in the clean, empty city, that this very aura of history and its institutions (rather than any claims, premises, or promises) was, in itself, a motivational force for a national project.

Always suspended between having to serve a tireless machine of projections and a reified illusionary spectacle of the past, the figure of the corrupt intellectual is thus doomed to lose all relevance in the course of surrendering its place in the imaginary to the infinitely more spectacular and wealthy trans-, meta-, inter-, and post-nationalist institutions slowly rising on the horizon.

The recuperation proposed here makes demands—in a sense, the corrupt intellectual this text has constructed provides a context that, due to its very lack and failure, manages to produce the crowd as an entity that is not merely, completely engineered. These lacks and failures should suggest that the system of cultural reflection is always unable to produce that which it hopes to. The defective product is thus a site of contention in a way the successful one can never be. My argument is precisely that this constitutes a space where an argument can exist and be sustained.

This recuperation is concerned with the question of how to understand cultural production, namely, by means of an insistence on what is always contextual—not as a source of explanation as much as the site of accents, of something that can never be taken for granted and assumed to be a basic right, of what is, by definition, always a constant series of negotiations that one finds strangely productive. It is thus in the office of a rubber-stamping bureaucrat that one can find moments of freedom that are never possible in a deep and engaged critical discussion in an art school classroom.

This recuperation concerns a figure that has been constructed as a necessary fiction against which the liberal, humanist, positivist sphere can operate and gain validity, and a position within the contemporary workings of cultural life. For it is partially in response to this figure (and the system he or she embodies) that the ground has been laid for a banal and no less corrupt opposition.

Our recuperation here is based upon denying the validity of that opposition, on denying the dialectical movement its aura, even if it does take place in a historically conscious fashion. Here we deny this opposition the value it constantly tries to attach to itself.

And finally, our recuperation is a refusal of the lazy lack of investment that is generally discernible in the liberal intellectual’s perspective: the space of relativism and disingenuous democratic values, as well as the double-faced gestures of inclusion that subtly enhance the accumulation of power. Whatever is deemed irrelevant to the perpetuation of this system is assigned an ignominious, painful, and silent death.

It is this cold death that we want to avoid.

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An earlier version of this text first appeared in How to Begin? Envisioning the Impact of Guggenheim Abu Dhabi, a thesis project edited by Özge Ersoy at the Center for Curatorial Studies, Bard College.

16 abril, 2009

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From Andy Warhol's Brillo boxes to provocative dung-splattered madonnas, in today's art world many strange, even shocking, things are put on display. This often leads exasperated viewers to exclaim--is this really art?

In this invaluable primer on aesthetics, Freeland explains why innovation and controversy are so highly valued in art, weaving together philosophy and art theory with many engrossing examples. Writing clearly and perceptively, she explores the cultural meanings of art in different contexts, and highlights the continuities of tradition that stretch from modern often sensational works, back to the ancient halls of the Parthenon, to the medieval cathedral of Chartres, and to African nkisi nkondi fetish statues. She explores the difficulties of interpretation, examines recent scientific research into the ways the brain perceives art, and looks to the still-emerging worlds of art on the web, video art, art museum CD-ROMS, and much more. She also guides us through the various theorists of art, from Aristotle and Kant to Baudrillard. Throughout this nuanced account of theories, artists, and works, Freeland provides us with a rich understanding of how cultural significance is captured in a physical medium, and why challenging our perceptions is, and always has been, central to the whole endeavor.

It is instructive to recall that Henri Matisse himself was originally derided as a "wild beast." To horrified critics, his bold colors and distorted forms were outrageous. A century later, what was once shocking is now considered beautiful. And that, writes Freeland, is art. Reviews
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256 pages; 8 color plates, 24 b/w halftones; 4-1/2 x 7;
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Cynthia Freeland is Professor of Philosophy at the University of Houston, Texas. Her books include The Naked and the Undead: Evil and the Appeal of Horror, Feminist Interpretations of Aristotle , and Philosophy and Film .