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![]() Eye Exam A lesson about dying
Strange days have found us
--The Doors, "Strange Days"
As a society, our simultaneous disassociation from and obsession with
images of death and destruction are legitimately driving us insane.
Strangest of all, perhaps, is that in our wars we have reached a point
at which it is not clear why we should be willing to die, but we do so
anyway.
Far past the nostrums of psychotherapy, adult sublimation of the
fears and astonishing recent traumas of our Information Age has produced
masses of men and women obediently marching off to the slaughter. How do
artists contend with the ignobility of a society gorged on its own
hubris?
Alone and laying on his side in the north barrel-vault collection
gallery at the Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago-based artist Tony
Tasset clasps his hands around the trunk of an eight-foot tall cherry
tree made of oil paint, wax and steel armature sprouting up through a
hole in a white riser. As he shifts the base, the boughs shake above
him. Tasset is merely installing a piece, but he could almost have
remained as part of the exhibit. Not far from Tasset's "Cherry Tree"
hangs Sharon Lockhart's "Lunch Break Installation, "Duane Hanson:
Sculptures of Life," four large-scale photographs depicting five men,
alternatively standing near and sitting on a scaffold in a gallery. A
moment of contemplation reveals that the three construction workers in
the image are super-realist sculptures, while the two other men in the
image are real, live human beings.
Associate curators Dominic Molon and Staci Boris have drawn together
more than 100 works to mount "Strange Days." Taking up nearly the
entire fourth floor of the museum, "Strange Days" is divided up into
eight sections: Travel Anxiety, Reconfiguring Labor, Warped Spaces,
Breaking the Law, Paradise Lost, Post-Traumatic Culture, Carnal
Knowledge and Communication Breakdown. Included is a mind-boggling array
of works from Andy Warhol, H.C. Westermann, Jeff Wall, Rineke Dijkstra,
Robert Mapplethorpe, Jenny Holzer, Gordon Matta-Clark, Richard Prince,
Raymond Pettibon, Andres Serrano, Cindy Sherman and a constellation of
other bright lights in the art star system. Intended, as Boris explains
it, to address the "pervasiveness of anxiety and uncertainty of
contemporary culture."
Take Chris Burden's "Spook Planes," for instance. Located in the
Breaking the Law section, the image is a kind of minimalist collage: a
postcard of the World Trade Center Towers with a small decal depicting a
pinkish fireball pasted over its bottom third. Above the postcard in
black ink is written "what has man wrought"; a line runs from the
postcard, loops around and splits into two arrows that point to the
phrase "the earth is exploding." If this image were made post-9/11, it
would read as cheaper sentiment. But it was made in 1979 and the effect
is to realize that you're gazing upon a hair-raising piece of artistic
prophecy.
Encountering Robert Morris' "Portal" of latex and aluminum in the
Travel Anxiety section is no less disturbing. An earthbound, handle-less
tuning fork, this strict geometric figure immediately resembles nothing
other than an airport metal detector--though it doesn't have to. Yet,
the shape has imprinted itself into the modern mind as an inescapable
element of modern architecture, one doomed to vibrate with the portent
of invisible forces scanning for signs of hatred and death. Doug
Aitken's "Turbulence," hazy shots of commercial airliner jet wings,
hangs on the wall nearby.
Besides Tasset, local artists represented in "Strange Days" include
Stephanie Brooks, Robert Davis and Michael Langois, Michelle Grabner and
Brad Killam. The latter two, in collaboration with David Robbins, have
on display "One Mother's Love," shot in the mode of an instructional
video in which a mother demonstrates for her son the proper way to roll
a joint. Instead of marijuana, however, Grabner substitutes oregano.
Davis and Langois' oil on linen, "Meth Lab," continues the tune-out
approach to global traumas: self-sustenance in the face of worldly
indignities may require altering our very brain chemistry.
At the heart of "Strange Days," however are video works by João
Onofre and Aida Ruilova. In "Untitled (Vulture in the Studio)," death
in the form of a shrieking vulture confronts the artist in his studio,
the sacred space of any artist's creative work. A crude,
venomous-looking animal, the heavy bird stomps across Onofre's studio
and extends its wings to full span while clacking its carrion-tearing
beak at stacks of papers and books. Ruilova's looping video in six parts
shows people crawling, drooling, laying in bed, gasping orgasmically,
scraping records against floors and stone walls. The videos, admittedly
influenced by the vampire films of French horror auteur Jean Rollin,
signal a descent into discontinuity that manages to eke out an often
heartening caprice that are the films' sole consistency.
Not a cheery exhibition, what's worth appreciating about "Strange
Days" is the way in which it manages to pierce, however briefly, our
programmed impulse to be happy at any cost. "Strange Days" shows at the Museum of Contemporary Art, 220 East
Chicago, (312)280-2660, through July 2004.
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