Thursday, June 13, 2013

Housing a Pig


Housing a Pig
Neil Carroll, Jonathan Mayhew, Jo McGonigle, Keef Winter, and Carla Wright. Project Board: Peter Lloyd Lewis.
FLOOD
Unit 3, James Joyce Street, Dublin 1
26 April – 27 May 2013
Review by Jim Ricks

Housing a Pig is the third and final episode in a series of shows curated by Paul McAree, part of a broader project called FLOOD. Its been located around the corner from The Lab and Oonagh Young Gallery in Dublin 1.

The title’s suggestion of actively ‘putting up’ a biblically unclean animal is at once catching and surprising, but primarily a practical concern in more rural parts of this island. Up in the Big Smoke this proposal is meaningful of something certainly allegorical. Traditionally, in Western Europe, the pig has been a symbol of greed and lust. This is perhaps best expressed in George Orwell’s Animal Farm where the corrupted animal leaders (Stalinist bureaucrats) and the human farmers (capitalist ruling class) eventually become indistinguishable. Later in the 1960’s it was popularised as a term for the police (I suppose this is just insulting, as it may always have been). So what of this boar’s dwelling? This curatorial accommodating of swines?


The space itself, Unit 3, should be mentioned here as it precedes this thought. It is a small, barely finished shop unit (reused) on a back street. There is local, pedestrian traffic that rarely seems to draw the art crowd. Its proximity to rougher housing estates leaves the door closed. But it’s this ‘roughness’, the painted block walls and exposed pipes, seated in a new and promising Tiger-era building with large windows, that make the below quotation meaningful. There is even more significance if we look at the FLOOD project at-large. Besides it’s current incarnation they have several books published, a record and a series of posters (including the memorable I will be a phenomenon by Theresa Nanigian, where to participate, one had to email directly and would receive a copy by post).

My curiosity is raised for this exhibition. The show is self-described as:

“Within FLOOD stands a gallery within a gallery – re-purposing a video room from a previous exhibition, rotated and positioned with its back to the entrance, denying the visitor an immediate impression of the exhibition. The room houses 3 artists works, all wall based, while 2 artists sculptures occupy the floor outside the structure. The exhibition seeks to break an easy relationship with the act of viewing and navigating a space, and to question what happens to a work’s autonomy in a thematic gathering of works.”

In the scheme of the things, and particularly within the current debate numerous individual opinions about press releases or gallery texts and their frequent use of ‘international art speak’, this put me on guard. Has too much been revealed? Even Totally Dublin picked up on these ‘White Cube’ structural points in their review. Or is it so bleeding obvious that it’s not even worth allowing any mystery abound? While some may say it’s ridiculous including all this within the gallery information, I feel it’s worth stating. As the idea of the more fixed, traditional and commercial gallery is carefully played with and unfixed, the audience’s perception and access to it does also. I think of it as putting visitors in a privileged position of access upon entry. It becomes a stage set with its back turned.


A doormat placed at the entrance and used unconsciously, as we are trained to when entering a home or business, is wiped with countless wet shoes. This first point of contact is actually an artwork, but not actually part of the show. Angst – it has the word ‘angst’ printed on it – is part of an internationally distributed edition of thirty. There is, according to our gallery guide, a reference to Carl Andre’s bricks (Equivalence VIII). While not immediately clear to me, it is, presumably, a formal, loose comparison - lying on the floor and a similar colour. However, my lasting impression is of this wiping away of disquiet, this anxiety. Simple. Physical. Actual. I, sincerely and wholeheartedly, want to wipe it clean from my boots, life and practice.


After wiping away or sidestepping Angst we find two works with one title, Constructing the Debris by Keef Winter. In front of the door is a diamond like casting of concrete with a rebar ‘thread’ running through it. It is immediately and consciously reminiscent of one of Constantin Brancusi’s ‘beads’ from his several Infinite or Endless Columns (1918 – 35). Brancusi used this term, ‘beads’, to describe the segments his famous sculptures were comprised from. This is further heightened by the long curving intersection of rebar and concrete. It reminds me, also, of the video animation by Sophie Eagle titled Collapse (Endless Column). Her video features a CGI version of the Romanian artist’s column collapsing repeatedly on a remote desert road. Or also of The “Endless Column” project at the Studio Museum of Harlem. Indeed, the iconic Modernist sculpture is meme-like in today’s art. I can say that having worked with it several times myself. Does Winter’s piece represent another actualisation of this process?


Winter’s accompanying piece, to the left, is less of an apparent construction, as it looks to be real industrial waste; a mangled concrete blob with rebar. It is the less in-tact partner to his cast shape. Perhaps the pair represent failing of the modernist dream, reduced to rubble just as the well-known, short-lived failure of the Pruitt-Igoe housing project in St. Louis. Pruitt-Igoe’s demolition in 1972 has become the short and simple (and symbolic) end to Modernity and ostensibly the beginning of a Post-Modernity. Or maybe Keef offers us another approach, positioning his work on top of the Post-Modernist feedback loop of simulacra, finally exhausted.


Within the space’s very intentional White Cube gallery are several works by three artists. They are shuffled in their hanging on this space-inside-a-space, set-like facade, so as to diffuse a sense of authorship, creating a sense of curatorial purpose and plan. Concerns of the living interacting with the dead stuff of buildings (I and II), a geometric fragment of safety glass hangs from a custom wooden device/arm/frame by Carla Wright. Cut back to this shape, it may have been from an office window, school or industrial building. A matching ceramic shape provides the second part, a fragile echo construct of the original. Also hung on a matching specialised armature.


A simple magenta striped paper bag, commonly used for something like sweets or postcards, lies on a shelf. Duet – [Abstract Composition], the work by Jo McGonigle, has its mouth open, and so becomes structural. It appears to be a simple gesture, but nonetheless beautiful – a found object. Upon inspection the top has been overprinted, double-exposed with a new layer of magenta stripes. The original provides a foundation for an imperfect ‘human’ mimetic copy. Layers of the unique and imperfect are impressed upon the machined and infinitely produced.

Similarly overprinted are Jonathan Mayhew’s LLLAYERSSS series. Dated, generic family photos sourced from the internet are stamped repeatedly with layers of the Slayer logo. It is a sort of juvenile rebellion made nearly architectural or even archaeological, like the imposition of angular city offices over millennia-old settlements. Or is it the metaphoric architecture of the nuclear family defaced, like graffiti on a buildings exterior facade?


Beyond the white cube, as it were, Neil Carroll offers a wholly free-standing sculpture with, again, clear architectural ties. Between Leaving and a Possible Return, is constructed of drywall and a timber substructure, it is an abstract piece on a referential base. It’s subtly ornamented with markings of stripes, plans, perspectival studies and the like. It appears to be simultaneously in construction and a ruin. There is a clear resonance to Brutalism’s raw materials and boxy angularity. Maybe an early model for Boston’s Government Center or an in–progress maquette of a giant never-constructed Yugoslavian memorial. Yet it also appears to be a cut-away, a fragment of some larger structure, removed and isolated from its parent.


Housing a Pig offers the audience little from the street view window, intentionally disrupting the commercial experience these facades were intended for. It more than makes up for it through extended written explanation and a rich, well curated exhibition. But the elephant in the room may be the tackling of something bigger. Alluded to in the press statement is this challenging of the viewer through the exhibitions physical stance. But is it not more an exploration of the architectural within contemporary art? The oft trodden territory of adolescent–like Post Modernity’s rebellious rejection of the Modern project, with its idealism and purpose, is expanded here. Just as the more current ‘moment’ for the casual nostalgia of Modernist architecture and its utopian–ness is avoided.

There are in fact many layered historical references (some heavy, some less demanding) amongst the chosen works. And while the physical and practical architecture of the shop-front-cum-gallery is challenged in an actual way, the works, when put together, propose various reads on our own perception of constructions both social and physical. All appropriately leave angst behind. I felt, amongst the works, not a worry or fear about the human condition, but a reflective and pioneering strategy, picking up and making up something new with what we have at our collective disposal.

Within FLOOD’s final installment as a ‘gallery’ on James Joyce St, the question of architecture within the sphere of art in a more structural, even philosophical way can be challenged. What will be built or housed next? And if the question of housing is indeed constant and present, I’m left uncertain as to who is the metaphorical ‘pig’, the audience, the artist, the show, or the art world itself?!



Thursday, May 16, 2013

Ultra-Left Destruction


Ultra-Left Destruction: The end of the ULA and its origins.
Paddy Healy, Workers and Unemployed Action
May 2013

The position I outline here is my own position only. It is based on my experience as a left-wing activist at national and international level over 50 years. It is my personal response to current disunity on the left.



Competitive recruitment between the Socialist Party (SP) and the Socialist Workers Party (SWP) has destroyed the United Left Alliance (ULA) and is now narrowing the Campaign against Household and Water Taxes (CAHWT) to such an extent as to make it ineffective. The number of people attending meetings, rallies and marches of CAHWT is dwindling as the two ‘Marxist’ groups advocate policies which are impossible for ordinary people and their dependents to follow. Despite the destruction of the campaign, the two groups will feel justified if they get some recruits out of it and, if above all, they get more recruits than each other! Competitive ultra-leftism is now becoming a hugely destructive feature on the left and a large obstacle to politically reorganising masses of ordinary people on a principled political basis as well as a serious obstacle to organising effective campaigns against austerity. I believe that I have an obligation to explain to political activists why these things are occurring and how these obstacles may be overcome and to generate a discussion on the way forward.

THE ROOTS OF THE PROBLEM

Leon Trotsky founded the Fourth International in 1938. The defining class battles in the past 70 years occurred during the Second World War, its aftermath and during the fall of Stalinism in Eastern Europe. Political currents are not revolutionary just because they say they are or because they use Marxist terminology or even because they have developed a comprehensive political programme. Indeed all currents have many committed and able members. It can only be concluded that they are revolutionary if they pass the test of history and continue to contribute to the achievement of workers liberation.



Before his assassination, after the war had broken out, Trotsky wrote a document entitled the Fourth International and War. While it was correct to designate the war as inter-imperialist and accordingly revolutionaries were required to oppose the war-mongering of their own capitalists, nevertheless the revolutionaries should be in the trenches with the workers and should not personally evade conscription. Normal agitation would be inadequate in war time and the Trotskyists should be prepared for armed action in appropriate circumstances. However this advice was disregarded in practice by Trotsky’s followers, notably in the UK and France.

Party leaders spent the war safe from conscription in Ireland and the Isle of Man. Even after the Nazis had taken over in France and set up a puppet French government the French Trotskyists did not change their abstentionist position. Nazis were rounding up Jews, trade unionists, gays and transporting them to labour camps and extermination camps. There was virtually no Trotskyist participation in “La Résistance” in the face of this barbarism.

There was a major revolutionary heave of the working class throughout Europe as the Nazi regime and its puppets crumbled. Because of these huge errors the Trotskyists were totally marginalised in this surge. They had not been in the trenches with the workers and they had not participated in the armed struggle against the Nazis in France and the Balkans. The Fourth International broke up into competing sects largely confined to the intelligentsia.

The working class surge in the UK resulted in the “war hero” Churchill being ousted by the Attlee led Labour Party. The Trotskyists were again completely marginalised and confined to intellectual circles because they had not been in the trenches with the workers who were now surging forward.

Crucially the entire left of the trade union movement fell into the hands of the Communist Party (CP), who had been in the trenches, particularly after the collapse of the Stalin-Hitler Pact (This also happened in Belfast where the CP became dominant due to the absence of the British or Irish Labour Parties). The international surge led to a major revival of Labour in 26-county Ireland and the development of Clann Na Poblachta.

Interest in Trotskyism did not substantially revive on the left until the Hungarian events of 1956.  During the late fifties and sixties each Trotskyist sect either developed or hardened their view that they were the sole inheritor of the revolutionary heritage of Trotsky. Each saw itself as the one true church outside of which there was no socialist salvation! Almost all Trotskyist currents expanded membership in the late sixties and seventies in the context of student revolts, opposition to the Vietnam war and the suppression of the Prague Spring in Czechoslovakia.



A successful revolution against Stalinist regimes in Eastern Europe was a key plank of the Trotskyist programme of world revolution. This took a turn in 1980 when the Polish regime was forced to allow the free trade union Solidarnosc to organise following a workers revolt. What followed is history, including the fall of Stalinism in the Soviet Union and East Germany. Crucially, the outcome was not a victory for workers power, but for international capitalism.

This was a huge setback for the international working class (the UK’s SWP actually saw it as a replacement of one form of capitalism by another). The victory of the right in Eastern Europe politically strengthened capitalism world-wide and gave rise to new attacks on workers all over the world. As well as the reinforcement of Thatcherism/Reaganism and neo-liberalism (extreme capitalism, generally).

Were the Trotskyist currents able to give strong support to the workers revolt in Eastern Europe and make serious efforts to lead it along the path of workers democracy? We all did some things. For example, the League for a Workers Republic of which I was a leading member sent computers and printers to the Polish shipyards and transported them to there in person. Solidarnosc reps spoke in Ireland and were received by Clonmel Trades Council and Clonmel Corporation. Doubtlessly other currents did similar things.



In reality the Trotskyist currents were largely irrelevant. Apart from a handful of émigrés in Paris, there were no Trotskyists in Eastern Europe. Above all, not only was there no Trotskyist leadership in a single large western trade union, but the Trotskyists were not serious contenders for leadership in a single one... And it was forty two years since the founding of the Fourth International!

Solidarnosc was driven to the right by Western Trade union leaders, above all by the leadership of the American AFL/CIO and the American Federation of Teachers. European Social Democracy also played a significant role. Seeing that the revolution in Eastern Europe was a crucial, even defining, part of the Trotskyist programme, one might have expected that all the currents would come together, pool their resources, and give maximum support to the progressive elements in the developing revolt. Nothing of that kind of any significance occurred. Their main preoccupation was to use Eastern European activists to help themselves recruit in the west.

The failure of the Trotskyist currents to organise clandestine work in Eastern Europe over 30 years since the Second World War was inexcusable. It meant that they did not take the Trotskyist programme seriously and it raises serious questions about their internationalism. The weak position in Western trade unions was a product of the Second World War debacle. This was compounded by a failure to admit and rectify the error, and the resulting prioritisation of conflict and competition with other Trotskyists.

THE WAY FORWARD

This is not a matter of apportioning blame to individuals or to particular currents. The reality is that all of them failed historic tests. The first failure facilitated the decapitation of the post-World War revolutionary process by the Communist Parties, particularly in France and Italy. The second failure in Eastern Europe facilitated the strengthening of world-wide capitalism against the working class.

This means that none of the currents have any revolutionary authority and continue to be seriously disfunctional. It means that none of the currents are “the one true church”. Arguably, they cannot admit this or address their own history because they still believe they “are the one true church”. The failure to make the “the one true church” dominant through individual recruitment will be the death of the revolution according to each of them. They are in a vicious circle from which they cannot escape.

Clearly, the belief that the dominance of your own current is a prerequisite for a successful revolution can justify all manner of behaviour.

The deadly rivalry between Trotskyist currents has particularly negative consequences in the current world situation of capitalist crisis. Because of the demise of the Communist Parties the Trotskyists are no longer a left opposition to Stalinism in the workers movement. The Social Democrats have been severely weakened in many countries, including Ireland. This means that genuine principled socialists have to take responsibility for the fate of the working class as a whole and for the rapid political regroupment of whole layers of workers. This must take priority over individual recruitment to individual groups. Until political currents accept this, they are an obstacle rather than a help.



In the absence of a recognised and proven revolutionary international leadership, we must do all we can where we can. We must all be committed to political reorganisation at a national level and to co-operate with like-minded people who give priority to this project. On the other hand, we must seek out all opportunities to create a revolutionary international. It is important to remember that all new internationals involved a coming together of political formations which had already existed from a number of countries.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

As uneasy as 1,2,3: A review of three per4mances



As uneasy as 1, 2, 3: A review of three per4mances
Project Arts Centre and the Irish Museum of Modern Art, Earlsfort Terrace, Dublin
11 – 12 April 2013
By Darren Caffrey

1.




May I Draw Your Eyes
by Fergus Byrne as part of Between You Me and The Four Walls

May I Draw Your Eyes, the first work of this series hosted by The Project Arts Centre, saw Byrne seated in a wooden construct similar to that from which the devil plays his best chess. In this respect, the allotted two-hour duration was like a marker of presence. Providing room for the lure of uncertainty to draw the viewer closer.

This immediate tension left the one empty seat to appear as though a proposition. An impression which crystalised quickly beneath the heat of a bright stage light hanging overhead. The stage was set, it was theatre, but theatre beyond a prescribed drama or narrative construct. Simply put, one man seated with a scribe in his hand diligently retraced the eyes of those who would sit with him.

The proposal appears to occur naturally, as though the result of an organic and wholesome urge to fulfil the promise of open space.

The public setting limits this somewhat, but in any case the action was expected to follow the course of a simple subjection. Each participant, who serves also as audience/viewer, themselves conjures up a pride associated with being seen openly. The performer, staring deeply into your eyes, casts a hard hand over a shining metal plate and marks forever something close to what he sees and what you are showing him.

Surrounded by darkness he draws blind and recites as mantra a piece which revolves as if a poetic turn. While the act is itself a propellant to the performance, the performers voice remains intimately personal to his individuality, consciously naked against the light of what is present.

2.

Image linked from Múscailt, NUIG



Spectral (lake of eggs)
by Áine Phillips as part of Between You Me and The Four Walls

The second performance of the series, held in the same space the following night, saw Phillips in a Barbie-blonde wig, all tied up. Arms and legs apparently restricted by lengths of white fabric which led high into the rafters and fell back down to the floor, surrounding the performer where she sat. Before this spider-like phantom lay a gathering of upturned eggshells, neatly placed on the floor so as to further illustrate the full title of this performance, Spectral (lake of eggs).

This landscape is simply a narrative tool, from which the performer’s action necessarily follows, in order that the story be told. Beginning with actions only, the performer works her way loose of each hanging as it extends from her. Pulling, shifting and working against the ground and against the restraints imposed, she tears free the first and finally the last white stream of fabric. Despite each one falling in a manner of unceremonious happening, nonetheless there is created a moment of delicate emotional appeal. All eyes watching as these single white flags tumble through an otherwise darkened space. Intermittently and somewhat without reason, the performer is accompanied by noises and lighting effects which do not overly detract, nor do they add to that which the action elicits.

Having discarded with the restraints of the spectre, the performer stands for the first time. Putting on shoes reminiscent of those worn by girls for Confirmation, she makes up, wiping white over her face as though a gesture of adolescent mockery for the women of the world. It could be said that the discord between sound and lighting, and there again between action and quiet, was in fact a strategic concept, the thought being that complimentary tones would soften the performer’s activities. However, the story unravels as the performer commits her voice to the presentation, and real life bangs hard with the echo of past mistakes, each word spoken as though it were severely felt. Quickly it becomes clear that the delivery of this, at times gender-crossing, coming-of-age-tale is bound not to effects of technique, or accompaniment of any sort, but rather it all hangs on a passionate plea.

Between each telling, the lone performer enacts a sequence wherein eggshells are repaired with plasters and handed out to a largely receptive audience. In the closing scene, Tim Burton’s Batman, famed of comic-book heroism, appears to call out through the in-house speakers for one last repose before death, the performer’s actions resolved as though cast of an icon. As broken eggshells crack beneath her living body, the lighting dissolves away from the audience and in toward this reclining female spread out across a lake of eggs, the story complete.

3.




This Situation
by Tino Sehgal

Dublin is also currently host to a work by the internationally acclaimed artist and Turner Prize nominee Tino Sehgal. Occupying a single room in IMMA’s temporary home next to the Iveagh Gardens, no distance at all from St. Stephen’s Green, a number of people perform work as devised by the artist in for his work, This Situation.

Essentially, the alternately paced actions of those performers present are guided by what appears to be a set of stock remarks about a certain text and the development of resulting lines of thought. It is unknown what exactly starts this whole thing off, but the work plays out everyday for a few weeks. The thing about a performance is that it cannot be found outside of its own setting. In this way, where it happens is also what it is. In the nearby park where people move at their own speed, nothing is considered so special of discussion between friends that it becomes a draw for others to watch and listen. Indeed privacy is valued so much that engaging in life as were it art might see you being chased out of the park altogether.

This Situation is played out by people who perform according to a set of precepts, each one a conspirator of the instructions which they have been given to fulfill. So without being strictly choreographed, activity may be shaped nonetheless. So it seems, as persons picked for their respective qualities and characteristics, dressed broadly typical and as such generic, weave in and out of action and speech. Each time divested of what is their own person, what is their own motivation, above and beyond work. The speeches made by the various performers in This Situation err on the side of deliberate contention. Each expression appearing to derive of a self-substantiation that defies legitimisation outside of the gallery setting, but which appeals to the relationship between the individual and the other as being one where the corridors of perception open for each of us.

Indeed references made to style, speech, and perception all evoke a world from which the park is sought as refuge. While present at the performance, the veil is transparently visible; in leaving, the work becomes but a ghost of something else, something of which perhaps others may seek. Little of its claims are themselves present, but none the less, its occurrence is identified as real.

Upon entry of each new patron, the group as one resound with the logo-centric “Wwwwwwelcome to this Situation!”. It is as though Tino Sehgal has hung a bell over the doorway for the purposes of alerting his performers, perhaps using it to serve also as a reminder that the audience merely reflect an obligation of the performance-cast to their work that is his. By employing the very same charm and disarming approach as the friendly salesman, the audience is assumed in the role of customer, thereby validating the contract and the product.


Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Images from '10th President'


10th President
Seamus Nolan
Temple Bar Gallery and Studios, Dublin
12 April - 08 June 2013











Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Haiku Review: Or tears, of course


Haiku Review: Or tears, of course
Ed Atkins, curated by Isobel Harbison
Temple Bar Gallery and Studios, Dublin
15 February – 30 March 2013


By Fujimoto Ryouji

Taped up duplicates
two screens synced moving collage
poetry installed

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Write Makes Right


Write Makes Right
#VisArts Writing IRL RN in Ireland
A conversation between Darren Caffrey and Jim Ricks
Autumn – Winter 2012

DC: So how do you want to start?

JR: The point is just to write truthfully in correspondence about what we see as the shortcomings, pitfalls, success stories, etc. taking place in Irish arts writing.

I think the attached graph that James Merrigan of Billion Art Journal and Fugitive Papers produced a little over a year ago is an interesting starting point. I immediately countered his graph with another and then, upon request, modified it. Please note that it was never clear to me if his use of the word ‘Criticality’ was intentional or not. Criticality meaning: The quality, state, or degree of to be considered as of the highest importance. I replaced the word with ‘Criticalness’, or, the degree to which one is critical. I reframed ‘Irish Public Readership’ with ‘Contemporary Visual Arts Readership’. I have no idea whatsoever as to how the readership was determined, I simply re-guestimated. It would be interesting to ask around perhaps about site hits and number of copies distributed.

You wrote earlier:

Billion Art Journal, being a product which is almost exclusively the compiled word of one man, potentially sits into the landscape of echo and commentary as a tool for self-promotion. It is not for this reason a failed enterprise; indeed the fact that it achieves the required tone (as might be necessary to just about overcome this danger) and the fact that some of Billion’s output, accessories included, serve to conjure anonymity, no less it remains true that all of this undressing reveals but a pared down version of the human. And yet, it is precisely this which sees the voice of the writer become swallowed up by the mechanisms of total control. In this respect, insight lacks honesty and even with affectations of common-language-vernacular, the editor-come-author circles outside of himself, to such a degree that the product is without true bearing or emotional hold. It is automatic; it is masculine; it is dominant and it is regular. It is the father of the future of art criticism in Ireland.”

I agree in the sense that James's art and critical practices are overlapping. After seeing a recent show I began to think of him more as a successful web artist than anything else. That is, his best work is coming out of Billion and it is the weirdest and most unconventional criticism around. Although that could be explored as well with Paper Visual Art's Ticket Reviews and Shower of Kunst's Haiku Reviews. But for instance with Billion, I quite liked his video Shit List, an overview of degree shows from the past year. Technically, it is a bit distracting, but it’s quite a good idea, very practical.

I'm also curious as to why you say he is the “father of the future of art criticism in Ireland”?



DC: The making of a graph, the original, not the response, is surely little more than ambitious. While this ambition is perhaps even slightly tongue in cheek, it is merely a distraction from what else might be possible. Whatever of the potential of Fugitive or any publisher of criticism, it seems like space has been left on the graph into which it is perceived that growth will extend.

I laughed when I read your question about James being ‘the father’ of this, it seems though that your own feelings, i.e. how you wish to kick off the discussion reflects something of my slightly sardonic, slightly sarcastic, and slightly ticklish way of understanding what is the value of engaging in something as cosseted as art criticism at all. Don't get me wrong, I feel that there is and needs to be real contribution from a philosophic, poetic and pragmatic point of reference, so that an artist might be better enabled to develop a practice which feels itself part of a vibrant and relevant dialogue. I say these three 'p' words as I feel that each of them gives clear indication of the value of human involvement in the common thread that is, or, in the eyes of the future, will be read as the making of something of worth to an age.

That is high minded, probably modernist and yet it is cleanly cut as being reflective of the ambition of all who care so much as to make a graph or frame a picture or post on a blog or indeed however it is that an individual wishes to contribute to the overall picture of their home or habitat.

What are your thoughts regarding the qualities that criticism need provide if art is to be fed sufficiently that it might learn all which individual artists can?


JR: I reject the marginalising efforts and triumph of subjectivism of Post Modernity, so see no need to discuss whether it is a 'Modernist' approach or not.

In no way do I think the original graph was tongue in cheek. My response was an effort to highlight all of the above and my response to the response perhaps reveals the need for individual projects to place themselves on the chart.

In terms of Fugitive Papers, I think it is of value to get into it as some important strides have been made here. But I do have my criticisms. In #2 I felt that it was a refreshingly opinionated analysis of the deeper currents of Eva's theme. Quite critical of works structurally, both in regards to their respective functioning, aims and within the context of a biennale. Beautiful meanderings of Katherine Waugh, and yet the design negatively affects her synchronistic approach to exploring a vast range of ideas and artists in an equally vast range of mediums. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure if I remember what she was talking about! The essay strays from art writing to conceptions of the future to Kafka’s handwriting. I did feel that there was a slightly neurotic self analysis – even a hypochondria of arts writing – evident in the James Merrigan piece. He makes daring statements but doesn’t support them and I feel it is encumbered by a sort of presumptuous shunting. Alan Phelan’s artworks are apt and funny, although should have been given a respectful distance from each other if included together at all. Because of the form of print on paper, the meaning is the message and the meaning here suffers.

I do wonder with Fugitive Papers if there is an inclination toward elitism? A retreat to the safe circles of art writers and artists-cum-writers writing, discussing art writing? Perhaps easier to write about art-writing than about art? This is not a paper for the general art public, despite being available at libraries and some selected galleries. Quizzically, from my own experience, it is not available to some events to distribute, perhaps due to an unseen process of weeding out affiliations.

In response to your question... I think you have already answered it. However, in a nutshell, I believe that art criticism should not foreground the writer over the exhibition, that it should describe (re-view) the exhibition, that it should be candid yet historically grounded (not necessarily in art) and should take the approach of an art school critique or in some more urgent cases, that of the polemic. I think there should also be opportunities for artists or individuals to respond and counter the review. That should be encouraged. Further, I choose to include political, philosophical, aesthetic, and historical concerns. And I mean in the original nature of the word political, i.e. the polis, the city or community.

DC: Certainly! My real feeling is that artists need be able to critique themselves, but surely the work of others is a good testing ground for such an approach, providing there is retained the humanity which permits humility. Otherwise it’s all just show and its nothing but a waste of time.

That said, I rarely find myself reading contemporary art criticism! So in some ways it’s like poetry, where there are many more who write than there are who purchase the works of others. Some see this as a problem, not least of all the struggling publishers. I personally feel that it’s not a problem, it’s part of the solution; the product as it is, simply becoming an evolution according to what is desired of its tone, poetic or whatever. You mentioned the subjective supposition and how it’s not a trend or a matter of form, definitely I would agree that it is part of it, the whole picture. So you have people who will write and nurture a voice as it is called and these same people might find it difficult to follow the trends of the commercial or in some sense culturally relevant topics of the field, even if that subsequently delivers with it a restriction and impediment regards participating in the cultural currency of that particular field and ultimately ever becoming more widely read. The subject I guess, in the guise that it takes for the individual, is always going to be independent. That is the most obvious point of having such utility as the option and real fact of the subjective take on the whole picture, even in its most seemingly inconsequential detail.

When I was young I had a friend who loved football, you know 10 hours a day ball at his feet. But he was not one to watch it, even cup-finals. His passion was felt by him according to his own perceived involvement in the game. I reckon if it can be cultivated that through natural development artists would define clearly for themselves their own contribution, then the product that is art would acquire an enhanced dimension by way of being regarded as a part of the their own state.

If art is our example then the artist is key to making the case for something of worth which can elaborate upon the human experience in ways that can be felt as literal as according to the emotional, and broadly speaking, the fullness of an artistic experience.

Again to reiterate, there is no question that there ought be better access to criticism. Equally, there need be better challenge put to those who criticise, the separation of each and other is basically childish and stupid if the interest remains for that shared cause.

JR: There's a lot of talk about the lack of popular art criticism. For instance the Irish Times or RTÉ, in that they don't dedicate enough resources to visual art. There's Aidan Dunne with his biases and old fashioned approach. And there is Gemma Tipton with her popular narratives. As well as the generally enthusiastic Cristín Leach in the Sunday Times. The others don't cover it at all. And what is covered seems so prescribed and required and not spontaneous. Is there a way forward in this deadlock? Are they irrelevant? Does it matter? Should we clamour for change?

DC: I did prefer Waldemer Januszak who also presents art themed programmes on BBC and Channel 4, admittedly not often, but obviously in terms of public exposure to ideas, it is the TV which serves as a base for much of the generally held knowledge. I don’t necessarily feel this to be a bad thing, but it does give cause to doubt the significance of popular critique in the public sphere; perhaps more likely the niche is fed in small publications and zines and the like, so that this niche may grow to become a popular thing. Regarded for a time as ‘on trend’ but naturally, if it’s not immediate then often it’s not so clear what the purpose is. Besides ENTERTAINMENT!

Does anyone read critique so that they might be entertained? I wonder. It seems fair to say that entertainment in this form perhaps relies upon the vanity of the reader, providing references and showing work which is situated as being relevant to the work discussed. The real danger is that this large swell of accumulated knowledge bisects the popular into the niche and into the uninterested. Perhaps there is also fearfulness of being shown as not knowledgeable on a particular field or topic.

For me, the critic hopes to stand between the two camps, the uninterested and the knowledgeable, and deciphers how best to observe the work from where it is. Equally the work sits always as part of that bigger picture of monkeys putting things together to make entertainment something of a shared experience. Of course ‘making’ is entertaining. It is the response to the subjective call for action which itself may further shape knowledge and progress understanding, ultimately lending itself to a wider cause. But it is an economy of clear difference to, for example, the provision of a service. Wherein the artist is and can be used by communities, institutes etc.. but no longer need respond according to their own subject. This in effect may risk (if risk is the correct word) their becoming a tool of something which they have little hand in the making of. When artists become useful are they then better, or is there a use beyond the tradable kind which the artist need preserve? Is this a question of purity and if so does the sorts of art reviewed make a difference? Or is it simply a question of what’s on, and in a more specifically image based age, what looks good in jpeg?

I guess clamour for change is a real thing, and always the big needs to adapt to the small. Disenfranchisement and dislocation are the obvious results if the big commands the adjustment of the small. In your own home country they say something along the line of “the customer is always right” and I guess that is the truest sentiment of the prevailing system. To acknowledge that the vitality and dynamic which drives all commercial success ultimately arrives from the individual who demands that very change, be it service or product.

That’s not to say that change is ever welcome but.....

JR: I really like your two questions:

“Does anyone read critique so that they might be entertained?”

“Or is it simply a question of what’s on and in a more specifically image based age, what looks good in jpeg?”

And I do think they answer themselves. What were your thoughts on this Enclave Review? I've never come across it. Have you seen the Paper Visual Art printed publications? They recently did these Ticket Reviews.

DC: OK, so the questions which you have identified contain ready-made answers, this in turn leaves me with a question by extension, which is... why not? How should or could art criticism manage to be of service to a consumer oriented culture and not be understood in terms of some entertainment value? This of course is not to say that the entertainment need be cheap X Factor(y) styled, whereby the system is the winner every time. Or that it need be based upon nit-picking for the sake of making comment in an area which may titillate the more nasty spices of a public opinion, localised as it is.

I have no interest whatever in outlining caricatures of a field or its players, unless it be a means to draw attention to the actual structures that dominate the landscape and its activity. So that issue aside, my own feeling is that the entertainment value need come from the art itself. This is why I would employ what may be seen as a pseudo-philosophic question, as might be asked by anyone of any world who has ever come into contact with the forces and flows of the phenomenological and the psychological activities of life. By alerting to something intrinsically human of the art-work being discussed, I feel there is more access possible to the potentials of the work. This in turn gives reason to identify more clearly the means by which it has or has not succeeded.

By taking the questions of the work as essentially questions derived from and encountered by ourselves, the work may only highlight elements of an overall creative form, and in such case, the narrative may be drawn as relative to the work and equally, as reflective of those who go to see it. Or those who wish simply to know of its existence. In not attempting to frame the work in something which exists and as such is already known, something close to a result may be ascertained. This is according to how clearly the connections have been articulated. But to achieve a result which is somehow extensive, that being primarily the work and secondarily the world (which is always going to be bigger and more interesting), requires ultimately that you know where to look. Naturally communication is key... it is a word game.

Enclave Review is I guess, more clinically obsessive in its reference-laden and pre-structured commentary of the works discussed. In this vein, much of the writers are what you might term scholarly, art history lecturers and the like. In this respect the product is well rounded, it is also well funded, supported by Crawford, The Arts Council and UCC. There are two editors and an assistant editor, something that almost any publication these days would be grateful and lucky to have. For me the routes by which a publication like Enclave takes to get to the core of a work/exhibit is too narrowly drawn, in particular the requirement by virtue of being scholarly, that it in fact need be scholarly. Such is the value of the formality of provision and the necessary provisos which come attached to the academic underwriting of knowledge economies.



JR: There is also then the Visual Artist Newssheet ‘Review Supplement’ and Paper Visual Art. And I will go there, at the risk of seeming hyper-critical. I've felt that they both in particular have not positioned themselves, since their advent, in contrast or opposition to Circa. Because, let’s be honest, that is overall what’s going on here with arts writing. The blogs, the publications in Ireland have all emerged to fill a vacuum. Indeed, this vacuum has pulled in Irish Arts Review to fill some of it, as demonstrated in the last year. Or to speculate as to a more exact analysis, certain powers and/or funders pulled Irish Arts Review. But I do think it is safe to say that all the other, initially online now going towards print, Irish visual arts writing has been a response to or a correction of Circa's oft noted shortcomings. This has not been entirely successful of course, as some of the shortcomings come from things we've discussed, that is, they are the nature of the beast, particularly those on a shoe-string budget.

However, to my point... I feel Paper Visual Art hasn't been fully aware of this or tried to differentiate itself in content from the legacy of Circa. They do not have a rigour or editorial point of view in other words. The writing varies widely, in fact they seemingly publish most things; and in some cases, things with a serious lack of fact-checking or criticalness. Which leads me to believe they are ‘going through the motions’ in a way. Perhaps they are concerned primarily with form over content. And one could speculate that the social dynamics and networks of the sphere of Dublin visual art play a strong role as well, being in the thick of it and all. ‘The hierarchy’ on some level as it were. Their latest object oriented endeavours have included a zine or book and a series of Ticket Reviews. The latter are printed on tickets, like concert or game tickets, with small type and short reviews. They were certainly hard to track down. Which raises another point in regards to the form over content question. Does it matter what we are saying and to whom we are disseminating this?

DC: There being only a small number of art criticism outlets, before I heard of Shower of Kunst I tried first the Paper Visual Art. In the end the reviews which I submitted were met with curiosity and enthusiasm, but fundamentally this was identified as not in keeping with the given standards, to which I was referred through an additional link to the Circa website, wherein guidelines are put forward that may seek to further cement the seemingly pre-cast conceptions and their trailing conceits. Thankfully Shower of Kunst gave me an opportunity and took a real and careful look at what I was saying and what I was not. Even more happily the result was a reasonably fair and open dialogue, from which art works may extend. There is for me nothing narrow about looking at what can be done better and so the exchange which occurs to create and shape each review or supposedly critical piece is best served by simply contributing to an echo of the activity which is ongoing as a series of temporal structures.

This essentially means that the definable worth of a temporal exhibition practice is, according to much art critical exponents, characterised as needing to fit an indiscernible, but nonetheless rigid framework, built as it is, upon a series of irrational expectations harboured on all sides of the writer to reader contact.

JR: Well, I think a kind of direct engagement is essential, imperative even. Unfortunately honesty often ruffles feathers and shakes all our little art hierarchies. Because of the inherent uncertainty in this sphere, honesty is often swept under the carpet of pleasantries. Arts writing, and I refer to this in a very non-specific way, retreats to safer, supportive ground. It becomes a tool or a prop for both the writer and artist to further their careers. This impossibility of saying to people “don’t take it personal” prevents actual discourse outside of academia. And when criticism is employed it can be used to reinforce individual’s positions in the hierarchy. What’s professional becomes personal and vice versa.

In a way I think James Merrigan’s announcement that he is “turning off” Billion Arts Journal directly relates to this. He has, intentionally or not, blurred the lines between his practice and arts writing. He raises some similar points in the statement he issued about the nature of arts writing, however it is also clearly about this professional/personal issue.

My visible opinion has also caused resentment; resulting in second-hand gossip that chips away at your resolve. I never thought +BILLION- would get the attention that it did – good and bad – but now it is time to rethink what reviewing art means to the individual who writes it; the artist being reviewed; the institution calling for it; and the art community at large in Ireland.”

DC: It seems then that the end of Circa, which you cited to have had such an overall impact in this notably small world, did in fact spawn various projects and tools by which to reapply critique, a form that had been arguably blunted by its ties to past traditions and order. It would no doubt be the wish of those at Circa, as much so as any who have followed in their footsteps, that whatever comes next be best for the subject. In this realm, artists and art are the fruit and the flower, and means require only new applications to reignite the hopeful and the willing.

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A response from James Merrigan
13 January 2013

This is great Darren and Jim! A patient, reflective, honest, and thorough analysis of your opinions of art writing 'efforts' in Ireland today. I am emphasising 'efforts' intentionally, and will explain in due course. 

With regard to +BILLION- Journal: I never knew what I was getting into 2 years ago. The blog was developed through impulse. What that impulse was I cannot honestly say. It was a compulsion: I set up the website in one night and started reviewing immediately. It was perhaps a selfish endeavor, but aren't we all? I was following the examples of Shower of Kunst and Dear Nadia, but I wanted the journal to be more consistent, and the only way I thought consistency of attitude and reflection could be achieved was through one voice. I never took into account the evolution of an idea however, and how that would manifest in the future. The negative aspect of this approach, which I have learnt through experience, is everything is read explicitly as self-promotion. Although self-promotion is part and parcel of the upward trajectory of any artist's career, this is usually done implicitly. At first I saw the reviews as disposable, were one review would lead to another without any reflective gap. It was relentless. But I spent an inordinate amount of time on each artist's work that I reviewed, mainly figuring out their intention and fusing some sort of dialogue with their ideas, and of course mine. I never thought of it as a blog. It was serious. I took the artist's work that I reviewed seriously. But I also benefited greatly from involving myself with the artists' interests, which gave me an even greater appreciation and insight into what artists do to make their work. What I did know from the start was +BILLION- would corrupt the way I was seen as an artist, and in time would corrupt my art practice, which it finally did at The Lab, which you refer to above. All in all, it was an experiment.



I emphasise 'effort' because +BILLION- was not pre-packaged. I had no experience as an editor. I was only finding my feet as a writer. I didn't discuss the idea with anyone else. In essence, it was a private diary, made public, and in some ways a creative playground where I could test out different ways of writing and judge the tone of its reception. In this regard it is my view that all online and printed publications that have been developed, and are 'developing' post-Circa Magazine, have been 'efforts' to test the waters as to what an art publication could be online and in-print in Ireland today. 

I can't discuss Fugitive Papers in detail here as I am one of two editors involved in its development (Michaele Cutaya), but what I will say is, that it is funded through the Irish Arts Council Project Award, and has been developed through public and private discussions, which influence the content and design of the finished printed publication. At this point in time I think it is premature – in a constructive way – to critique a printed publication that is only 3 issues old, especially if you consider the contexts in which it is being developed. The issue of the so-called crisis of art-writing and criticism that takes central stage in the first two issues of Fugitive Papers was brought to the table at the initial public and private discussions, which is not surprising in this era of  'testing the waters' and finding our critical feet after Circa.

The fact is, the end of Circa left a giant gapping crater, not just a vacuum. There would have been something to work with if we had a razed landscape to start with, where pop-up online and printed publications could start afresh. As young artists, writers, curators, we literally had to start again from a position of ignorance and financial compromise when it came to the development of art criticism and writing outlets. There was a sense that everything had been lost through 30 odd years of Circa; or that knowledge and experience was ignored, or not shared. However the attitude toward Circa's demise says a lot, from  the collective "good-riddance" to "We don't want another Circa," which I think is wholly unfair.

The influx of often temporary, and it would seem a segregated and competitive population of various online and in-print art writing outlets, is exciting and disheartening all at once. What we would all benefit from is the sharing of resources, whether that is simple dos and don'ts, or just an honest appraisal from all interested parties of what is being developed currently. Jim and Darren's analysis is fine here as a starting point but it's quite a reductive sample. 

I think it is good that there are different voices out there and I welcome critical voices that are individual and who set a tone or contrast to their peers. My experience has been an extreme case of artist/writer corruption. But personally, I wouldn't change anything that I have tested over the last 2 years. I think we all have to test the waters now and again, how boring a world would it be without contradiction and experimentation, and nothing to complain about from the biased and subjective opinion of the art public.

It would be great to hear from the rest of the publications who are referred to it this dialogue???

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Editor's note (21/2/13): Please see Adrian Duncan's recently published essay Compassion in Art Criticism in Paper Visual Art Journal  here.