By Jerry Cullum
Revolutions seldom succeed as planned. There are too many
variables, including the ability of the sufficiently clever to
hijack idealistic structures for personal advantage.
Conservatives have typically used this paradox to justify
changing nothing whatsoever, overlooking the fact that even
failed schemes for perfection often make conditions less
miserable.
Nonetheless, clarifying the nature of problems is easier than
prescribing workable solutions, and the best political art of
the past century has either been openly utopian (and hence
beautiful) or skeptically ironic (and hence wary of handing out
advice).
Hans
Haacke began as an aesthetic revolutionary, and achieved fame as
a master of ironic critique. A new survey of his career
published by Phaidon reminds us that he began in Germany as an
abstract painter of considerable talent, shifted to mirrored
sculpture, and went on in New York to create some of the most
dematerialized art of the anti-object wing of 1960s art, in
lovely but intellectually rigorous explorations of wind and mist
(see the survey of Haackeâs career in the Phaidon volume, simply
titled Hans Haacke).
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Hans Haacke, Shapolsky et al.
Manhattan Real Estate Holdings, a Real-Time Social System,
as of May 1, 1971, 1971, photographs, data sheets, charts,
dimensions variable (photo © Fred Scruton; all Hans Haacke
images are reproduced with permission from Hans Haacke,
Phaidon Press, 2004.
www.phaidon.com). |
That
combination of visual sensitivity and intense attention to
material conditions quickly got him into trouble. After gaining
considerable recognition and inclusion in such since-legendary
shows of conceptualism as ãWhen Attitudes Become Form,ä he was
offered a 1971 solo exhibition at the Guggenheim. When he showed
up with work that included detailed mapping of the arcanely
self-serving shenanigans of New York real estate tycoons, the
invitation was withdrawn, even after Haacke offered to
substitute fictitious names while exhibiting the real
photographs and transactions. Rumor suggested at the time that
Guggenheim trustees had financial ties to the firms thus
analyzed. This was not the case, apparently, so director Thomas
Messerâs qualms appear to have been on general principle. In
either case, however, Haackeâs work disappeared from U.S.
museums until 1983, and curator Edward Fry never again worked in
the United States.
Galerie
Paul Maenz in Cologne exhibited the censored artwork, now
considered one of the great works of the decade, and in 1974
Haacke had his revenge by documenting the indisputable
connections of Guggenheim trustees to a corporation engaged in
exploitative behavior in Chile. In the interim, he had engaged
in environmental-activist art in Germany and refined his
technique for revealing the hidden structures of the art world.
Also in
1974, a meticulous documentation of the Nazi-tainted provenance
of a Manet painting in Cologneâs Wallraf-Richartz Museum got
Haacke deleted from a show at that German institution. Daniel
Burenâs subversive inclusion of reproductions of the project in
his own installation resulted in the papering over of the
offending panels, by order of the director. Again, Galerie Paul
Maenz stepped in to exhibit the work. Haacke was clearly on a
roll, to the benefit of his name recognition but not necessarily
his personal finances.
Haackeâs
day would come in the institutional-critique climate of the
1980s. A brutally satirical exploration of the East-West
connections of German collector and chocolate magnate Peter
Ludwig hinted that Ludwigâs philanthropic patronage of Communist
art was financed by the labor of badly paid immigrant workers at
his Aachen factory.
Haacke
continued his project of unveiling the forgotten Nazi past,
constructing in Graz, Austria a replica of a 1938 monument to
the Nazi movement, with a tally of war casualties added. In a
now-familiar pattern, persons unknown firebombed it. By 1993,
Haacke brought his critique to the Nazi-era German pavilion at
the Venice Biennial, where he broke up the marble floor (in a
conscious reference to a Caspar David Friedrich painting of a
ship trapped in ice), installed a photograph showing Hitler at
the 1934 Biennale, hung a giant 1990 Deutschmark coin over the
door, and repeated inside the pavilion the word ãGermaniaä that
appears on its facade. Germania is Italian for Germany, but was
also HitlerÎs name for his redesigned capital city.
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Hans Haacke, Der
Bevölkerung (To the Population), 1999, neon letters, frame,
earth; Frame, 268 by 82 by 12 inches; Neon letters, 24 by 48
inches (courtesy the artist). |
The
passing reference to the economic consequences of German
reunification wasnât Haackeâs first foray into that topic; three
years previously, he had installed a Mercedes logo atop an East
German guard tower and titled the work Freedom Is Now Simply
Going to Be Sponsored÷Out of Petty Cash. He eventually
tackled Germanyâs most enduring problem, at the heart of one of
its most problematic symbols. The Reichstag, remodeled as an
emblem of reunified parliamentary democracy, still boasts its
original motto ãTo the German People.ä This slogan seems
innocuously democratic enough÷Emperor Wilhelm, offended by its
populist presumptuousness, delayed its placement until years
after the buildingâs completion. However, ãDem Deutschen Volkeä
took on new connotations when, as Haacke points out, the Nazis
and the Communists both used the concept of the ãVolkä for
repressive ends. Starting from Bertolt Brechtâs remark that
replacing ãVolkä with ãBevölkerungä or ãpopulationä was a step
towards moral clarity, in 2000 Haacke installed the words ãDem
Bevölkerungä (ãTo the Populationä) in a Reichstag courtyard
where plants would grow untended in soil collected all over
Germany.
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Hans Haacke, Germania,
1993, German Pavilion at the XLV Venice Biennial, wood wall,
8 wood letters, plastic reproduction of German 1 Mark coin,
minted 1990, photograph of 1934, 1,000-watt floodlight
(photo © Roman Mensing / artdoc.de). |
This
conceptually elegant piece illustrates the dilemma of cultural
specificity. Just as the satires on Peter Ludwig require quite a
bit of explanation to be intelligible outside Germany, To the
Population requires not just translating the words but also
providing historical background. On one level, the piece alludes
to the vexed problem of immigration and citizenship, which came
to the fore when ethnic Germans from the former Soviet Union
were eligible for automatic citizenship while children born in
Germany to Turkish guest workers were not. The general problem
is global; the application in Haackeâs artwork is linguistically
and politically local.
Much of
Haackeâs critique of multinational corporations doesnât pose
this difficulty, though the work still requires knowledge of the
language in which itâs presented. (A case in point is a 1978
tapestry reproducing an ad in Farsi fawning on the Shah of Iran;
the accompanying translation, as is appropriate for the
corporation in question, is in Dutch.) However, worker
exploitation and political repression are similar all over the
world, so that Haackeâs reformulation of Leyland Vehiclesâ
advertising to remark on its provision of Land Rovers to South
African police remains easy to interpret even as apartheid fades
from memory. 1983âs actual-size sweatbox labeled ãIsolation box,
as used by U.S troops at Point Salines prison camp in Grenadaä
is self-evidently appalling even if one knows nothing about the
Grenada intervention.
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Hans Haacke, A Breed Apart
(detail), 1978, 7 panels, photographs on masonite, framed,
under glass, 36 by 3.6 inches each. (photo © Fred Scruton;
all Hans Haacke images are reproduced with permission from
Hans Haacke, Phaidon Press, 2004.
www.phaidon.com). |
Some
works become obscure as their motivating factor recedes into
history. Eventually, the giant cigarette pack of 1990 labeled
ãHelmsboro Countryä will require an explication not only of the
tobacco company Philip Morris funding the tobacco-state senator
Jesse Helms, but also of Helmsâs role in riling up people
against avant-garde art. The banners hung in a Nazi-era parade
ground in Munich in 1991, combining an SS skull and crossbones
with a list of German corporations providing war materials to
Iraq, already require recollection of just which of Saddam
Husseinâs transgressions they reference. (It was the invasion of
Kuwait, in this case, not the Iran-Iraq war.)
Of
course, even the most obscure of politically pointed artworks
help elucidate suppressed truths, once art historians take on
the task of explicating them. But the dialectic between clarity
and obscurity demonstrates that all of us operate within limited
turf; we can expand our intellectual horizons but weâll still
never know some topics with the intimacy of someone who grew up
living with them. We may, however, know them with greater
breadth, thanks to Haacke; one of his most famous artworks,
On Social Grease, is a deadpan survey of unintentionally
revealing remarks by public figures about the real function of
the arts in society.
On the
other hand, that 1975 work now illustrates the impact of
shifting contexts. Then, it was considered scandalous for
Richard Nixon to observe, maladroitly, ãThe excellence of the
American product in the arts has won worldwide reputation.ä Now,
it passes almost without comment when an American museum
director states that the Louvre recognizes its status as an
exportable brand name.1 In a
sense, Haackeâs critique has been internalized; the
once-embarrassing connections, more than just acknowledged, now
are taken for granted as the only possible arrangement.
For this
reason, Haackeâs 2001 Mixed Messages installation at
Londonâs Serpentine Gallery seems oddly behind the curve.
Stemming ultimately from Marcel Broodthaersâ critique of museum
collections, the work juxtaposes eighteenth-century vases and
racist advertising in ways that reveal the consequences of
colonialism and ethnic assumptions, and does so with an ironic
skill of which only Haacke would be capable. But Jon Birdâs
explicatory essay in the Phaidon volume fails to acknowledge
that museums had long been begging the fabled African-American
artist Fred Wilson to create ironic juxtapositions using their
permanent collections, the focus being the hidden racial subtext
of art. The Mixed Messages context was European, and a
European conceptualist pioneered the museum-critique genre, but
it seems odd not to observe that similar rearrangements had been
done elsewhere, for similar though not identical purposes.
Again,
however, it illustrates that in the age of globalization we
still begin from where we are, and learn from others how to
understand life somewhere else. Thus it makes perfect sense that
in the twenty-first century there should be an African-born
version of Hans Haacke, resident now in the capital of a former
colonizing power and unveiling postcolonial presuppositions both
to his home country and to Europe and America.
Meschac
Gaba grew up in then-revolutionary Benin, and in some ways the
experience of early life in a Marxist state, coupled with his
1995 emigration to Amsterdam, has created in him as fine a sense
of historical irony as that in any Central European artist.
However, his conceptualist critique began with the local
context, rather than being an imported product.
Hyperinflation and the dynamics of commercial exchange were
reflected early in the incorporation of banknotes into his
collages, which, he points out, still sold for more than the
value of the currency used as art supplies. A series of
transformed African banknotes, with the faces of European
artists overlaid on the bodies of the African leaders originally
portrayed, provided an ironic commentary on Picassoâs
primitivism and the cult of personality on two continents.
In recent
years, Gaba has been engaged in the project of the Museum of
Contemporary African Art, a conceptual work that combines
critique, celebration and a substantial amount of wit and
generous good humor. The twelve rooms of the Museum have been
presented at institutions around the world, though mostly in
Europe. Only one aspect of the Museum exists at any one time,
though all the rooms are now posted on a sophisticated website (imal.org/mocaa/entree.html).
Some, most notably the restaurant, were meant to appear only
once. Others can be replicated many times, though with
variations specific to each locale.
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Meschac Gaba, The Summer
Collection, installation project (courtesy the artist). |
The
Summer Collection,
for example, as first presented in Haarlem, Netherlands,
commented ironically on exoticism, as Gaba made ordinary
secondhand clothes fashionable by adding Africanized
accessories. The Thrift Store Collection that Georgia
State University students have produced for the show currently
in Atlanta comments on the trade in used clothing, donated to
American charities but then sold in African markets, where it
has destroyed the livelihood of local tailors and clothing
manufacturers.2 By turning
used clothing into a hip variation on haute couture, Gaba
symbolically repays the favor on the streets of Europe and
America, and raises money for useful purposes beyond his own
livelihood.
Gaba
intended the order in which he erected the rooms to criticize
present-day museum practice: the last rooms to appear were those
that actually featured a collection of art, their belatedness
reflecting the current tendency in the museum world for the art
to be an afterthought. But he also meant the creation of a
virtual museum not only to point up the nonexistence of museums
of contemporary African art throughout the world (including in
Africa) but also to heighten awareness that perhaps contemporary
African art could make its way through the world in a
post-museum context, leaping from postcolonial obscurity to
global recognition and cyberspace presence. Gaba doesnât intend
this obviously optimistic vision to obscure the problems that,
as art historian and curator Olu Oguibe observes in his recent
book The Culture Game, come when what Oguibe ironically
calls the ãdeprived geographies of the worldä must compete in a
globalized electronic marketplace in which they face major
disadvantages.3
Itâs
illuminating that Gaba has become a hero to Beninese artists for
achieving results that are taken for granted in Haackeâs
biography. Gaba has gotten attention for neglected facts, and
has done so by joining the world of the jet-lagged global
travelers memorably evoked by Pico Iyer in 2000âs The Global
Soul and, more recently, in Sun After Dark.4
Artists stuck in uncongenial circumstances the world over know
that it isnât necessarily the honorarium that changes oneâs
status; itâs simply getting the gig and the airline ticket paid
for by the exhibiting institution. Haacke has been commuting
across the Atlantic from the beginning, but in many places, an
artist or curatorâs capacity for frequent flying is pretty hot
stuff, simultaneously a prerequisite for recognition and a
consequence of it.
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Meschac Gaba, Humanist
Space, 2002, bicycles at Museum of Contemporary African Art
Museum Shop, Documenta11, Kassel, Germany
(photo © Hans Theys courtesy the artist). |
So it
isnât surprising that Gabaâs work should also have a kinship to
the social sculpture proposed by Joseph Beuys. His
bicycle-rental business of 2002 at Documenta11, which operated
alongside the Museum Shop of his Museum of Contemporary African
Art, is currently appearing in a site-specific version in
Atlanta, where salvaged bikes have been refurbished and rented
to sightseers inclined to travel the bike paths of the cityâs
Freedom Park in the vicinity of the Carter Center. Proceeds from
the Atlanta rental will be applied towards eventual shipment of
the Museum Library to Benin, where its books will directly
benefit artists as well as delivering a component of the Museum
of Contemporary African Art to Gabaâs native soil.
Some of
Gabaâs conceptual stratagems require as much explication as some
of Haackeâs, but in general he has recognized that he is
operating in a climate of almost total ignorance, and simplified
accordingly. A 2003 installation in ãA Fiction of Authenticity,ä
the Contemporary Art Museum Saint Louisâ recent show of
contemporary African emigre artists, was an on-site burial and
archeological excavation of American appliances, the point being
the ludicrously inadequate evidence from which cultures are
reconstructed. Documentation of an actual case would have been
mind-numbingly immense, and probably inconclusive.
One could
sum up much about Gaba and Haacke by quoting Lee Weng Choy:
ãParody, as Walter Benjamin once said of criticism, is a matter
of the right distance. Mimic too closely and the mimicry and its
object are indistinguishable. Mimic too outrageously and the
joke is only one-dimensional.ä Choyâs observation appears in
Gerardo Mosquera and Jean Fisherâs Over Here: International
Perspectives on Art and Culture.5
Although this newly published anthology discusses neither Gaba
nor Haacke, it presents the cultural displacement of émigré
artists in essays that do analytically what Iyerâs books do
lyrically: reveal the often surprising contours of our newfound
global condition.
NOTES
1.
A June 25, 2004 New Republic Online column by Jed
Perl castigated High Museum of Art director Michael E. Shapiro
for his reported comment, ãThe Louvre realizes itâs a great
brand, and one that can be exported,ä cited by Carol Vogel,
ãInside Art,ä New York Times, E26, June 18, 2004.
2.
See New York Times, W1, June 3, 2004.
3.
Minnesota University Press, 2004, p. 156.
4.
Alfred A. Knopf, 1999 and 2004, respectively.
5.
MIT Press, 2004.
Gabaâs
Thrift Store Collection (Collection Fripé) and Peace Maker are
part of the ãStrange Planetä exhibition at Georgia State
University and Saltworks Gallery September 2÷November 5, while
the ãAtlanta ASD÷Art au Service du Développementä bicycle rental
will take place September 4÷6 and 11÷12. Haackeâs work is
included in a number of current exhibitions in Europe and the
United States, including ãJasper Johns to Jeff Koonsä, at Museum
of Fine Arts, Boston through October 20, ãCrimes and
Misdemeanors: Politics in U.S. Art of the 1980sä at Contemporary
Art Center, Cincinnati through November 21; and ãNothingness,ä
Galerie Eugen Landl New Space, Palais Wildenstein, Graz,
Austria, October 9÷November 21.
JERRY CULLUM
is senior editor at ART PAPERS.