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Round 3:
Which band name do you like best?
Pet Shop Boys
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Note that this is about band names not their music or members.
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http://theendofbeing.com/2011/03/27/our-lady-of-filuteria-communing-with-urszula-kluz-knopek/
Urszula Kluz-Knopek, Filuteria (2010): Filuteria, which translates from Polish to English as something like “playfulness,” is not a work, but a diverse body of projects involving the theme of menstruation. These projects often put forward designer products fashioned around the menstrual cycle, including chic hand-knitted panties with tampon pockets and a menstruation calendar with the size of real menstrual blood drops corresponding to the predicted amount of blood discharged in the month. To make matters more confusing, the artist also refers to the “Filuteria Social Group” as a collaborative art and design collective.
“To me, art is also the everyday struggle with e.g. making decisions. Menstruation is a proof of femininity and to me – only a way to talk about the human race. Filuteria is denying all the unthoughtful and dumb copying the society holds dear.”
“Filuteria is an idea to oppose stereotyping of femininity, stereotyping of art. It is 'digging' into every nook and cranny of intimacy, looking for the evidence of individuality, that individuality and originality is a true value while the etiquette, social norms and what we should or shouldn’t do is nonsense. Filuteria is far from standardization or unification and therefore far from the content censoring but close to reaching the boundaries of self-exploring. Filuteria is also a place for art and sharing art in the most idealistic way, hence the idea of exchanging art and giving up the commercial attitude: for money. Art is expensive and exclusive, its enemy is elitism and …… snobbish attitude, which is in fact very ignorant.”
Ellen Van Fleet, “New York City Animal Levels,” 1972. Pigeons, doves, cats, rats, mice, cockroaches, metal cages, neon lights, support equipment. Dimensions variable. From the exhibition, Exhibition 10 at the Contemporary Arts Museum Houston, 1972. “The piece is made up of tiers of animals that are found in New York City and that are dependent on man for food but not purposely cultivated by him. These animals prey on each other in a definite cycle, but a cycle that exists only in the city; the city is an eco-system that is man-made and unnatural. In the piece the animals are placed in corridors because these animals seem to exist between the walls of man’s life. The corridors of transparent cages are meant to show this hidden system a structure that exists in man’s world but that he does not see. In the piece, the viewer will be able to look through the tiers of animals and be aware of his relationship to this system. This structure also suggests the laboratory use made of these animals, a use where man controls their eating habits and environment much more rigidly than he does in the city (where although not consciously he also determines their diet and environment) The composition of the sculpture is being dictated by the animals’ needs.” – Ellen Van Fleet Learn more about this work and Exhibition 10 here.
May Ling Su, “The Moon and I,” from On My Period series (2010): Feminist Porn Award nominee May Ling Su is a prolific artist, porn star, sex blogger, and model whose media output ranges from printed books to television documentary series. Art aficionados could easily (and not unjustifiably) dismiss this Filipino-American artist as a mere dilettante trying to merge the low-brow world of pornography with the high-brow world of Art. More “serious” artists have flirted with the idea before: examples run the gamut from grand, blue-chip installments like Jeff Koons’s notorious Made in Heaven series (1990-1), captured with his then porn-star wife, “La Cicciolina,” to more overtly commercial exploits, such as the 2006 film series, Destricted. Should Su be grouped into a convenient porn-Art niche by a generous art historian, she would probably more aptly fit in with the more (unfortunately dubbed) “sex-positive” line of feminist artists, including straight-up sex workers such as Cosey Fanni Tutti of Throbbing Gristle, whom curator Alison M. Gingeras calls “black-sheep feminists.” But in order to place her in such a facile category, I think one would have to grossly ignore the particular institutional (i.e. historical, cultural, sociopolitical, and economic) framework in which artistic content is produced/consumed, and probably do a disservice to the so-called “black-sheep feminists” that have been pigeonholed together for better or worse.
I discovered Su while researching for this blog from one of the many listicle blog entries cataloging the use of menstrual blood in art, and found it difficult even to provide proper citation for her modest output. To be honest, I cannot really say if I would judge her work with the same artistic merit that I might grant to (e.g.) the pornographic content displayed in the museum at the Black Sheep Feminism exhibit, but I’m not sure if that really matters. Given her non-art background, the fact that she is producing something unconventional, socially provocative, and perhaps even artistic on some level, in a realm that we typically associate only with crass baseness gives us reason to pause. However, I found myself more impressed by her writing than anything else. She describes her work in the guise of a personal narrative, like something out of that great metaphor for puberty and lost innocence, Au Hasard Balthazar:
“When I began this project, I used tampons. The cotton string that dangled out of my vagina reminded me of a tail, giving birth to Devil Girl, the first of becomings that emerged on my period...Raised in a Catholic environment, I was made well aware of 'the devil' that lurked waiting to consume my innocence. The beginning of my menstrual flow marked my awareness of sex, questioning religious and societal norms, and the formation of my own identity. An external force when I was a child, 'the devil' grew inside me as I bled monthly.”
RON ATHEY, Incorruptible Flesh: Messianic Remains, Los Angeles, 2013
Ron Athey, “Messianic Remains” (2013, from Incorruptible Flesh series circa 2006): along with Franko B and Bob Flanagan, Ron Athey exemplifies a particular subset of performance art sometimes referred to as “extreme performance,” which often deploys shock tactics to achieve iconoclastic ends (i.e. challenge the status quo.) Following the lead of Dadaists and Viennese Actionists, these so-called “extreme” performance artists often incorporate subversive elements, such as bodily fluids, bodily disfigurement, and queer sexuality into their performances to wake audiences out of their comfortable, normative lull. It remains an open question whether they prove as effective as their avant-garde predecessors in achieving this goal, or simply polarize baffled outsiders from their typical attendees by basically “preaching to the choir,” so to speak.
This image documents the fourth installment (“Messianic Remains”) of Athey’s Incorruptible Flesh series. As its title suggests, the series focuses on blood and skin as both a palpable substance and metaphorical symbol for mortality. Sporting an Egyptian postiche (false beard; symbol of Osiris, thus the afterlife and masculinity), Athey lies suspended on a metal rack like a pharaoh awaiting the preservation of his corpse for immortality, while “hooks in his cheeks pull back his skin and pinion him to the frame.” [Lyn Gardner] Afterwards, as if to blur the boundaries between performative artistic act and (allegedly “non-performative”) “ordinary” life [see “gender-performativity” for one area where academic theory problematizes this issue], Athey dons a transparent plastic death mask like a morbid extension of his skin. This series serves as a continuation of his exploration the controversial “post-AIDS body.” Mortality has served as one of Athey’s primary preoccupations since having tested positive for AIDS in 1985, plus having undergone the trauma of a failed suicide attempt at age 15 after a sudden rupture from of his pentecostal upbringing. Since having discovered his AIDS condition (posed as a sort of anagnorisis in Athey’s fraught biography), the artist continued to ink new designs in the blood of his skin every Friday in spite of the backlash against the ostensible “risk” of needling HIV+ patients in tattoo parlors [source: Walker Art online, “Polemic of Blood”]. This irrational fear that Athey confronted early on presaged later concerns for public health raised by his bloodletting of Darryl Carlton (falsely presumed to be HIV+) at the Walker Art Center in 1994 [“Divinity Fudge”].
Ironically, Athey has probably received more attention in the art world for his collaborations with acclaimed queer portrait photographer Catherine Opie than from his own performances, plus even more notoriety from the non-art media for his minor part in the controversial challenge to federal funding of the NEA at SCOTUS. Formally, his performances often incorporate ritualistic elements, even by overtly alluding to religious or art-historical themes (albeit homoerotic), such as the martyrdom of Saint Sebastian from “Sebastiane” in the Martyrs and Saints series (1992). As with many of Athey’s performances, both "Sebastiane” and "Incorruptible Flesh” involve metaphors of bodily sacrifice associated with both religious ritual (e.g. Christ’s altruistic sacrifice, “This is my body which is given for you” [Luke 22:19], etc.), and sexual practice (masochism/bondage in BDSM). This body-as-offering metaphor also implicates the spectator in an uncomfortable relationship with the performer, whereby Athey’s performing body is presented to the audience as a consumer object, thus linking his performances with the concerns of consumptive viewership addressed in more art-historically canonical art performances such as Vito Acconci's "Trademarks" (1970) or Marina Abramovic’s notorious “Rhythm 0″ (1974). As with Franko B, the (extreme) visual presentation of the body as an aesthetic object remains an integral aspect of Athey’s performances. Tattoos and piercings not only link Athey with tribal ritual (à la tā moko) and urban street culture, but also serve to mark his body for visual display in a similar fashion to Franko B’s use of body paint.
Bob Flanagan, “Auto-Erotic SM” (1989): This bloody image documents a confrontational performance by Bob Flanagan, accompanied by a caption text that simply reads “Sewn up and nailed to a two-by-four.” This comedically blunt description pretty much sums up the grisly (and equally blunt) act, which concludes a number of S&M acts staged with his partner Sheree Rose for a multimedia series that also includes graphic depictions of symptoms and medical treatment of Flanagan’s cystic fibrosis.
Although extreme, Flanagan’s performance appears conspicuous not due to its uniqueness per se but for the unique context in which it is presented (i.e. as art.) Examples of self-castration date much further back and can be found even in literature, such as Vladimir Nabokov’s novel Pale Fire, where we find an incompetent assassin character named “Gradus,” who no longer felt any pleasure except by shedding blood, after having freed himself from lust (for his mother-in-law) by attempting to castrate himself. Such extreme cases are not only found in fiction and metaphor, as David Foster Wallace writes: “The American Academy of Emergency Medicine confirms it: each year between one and two dozen adult US males are admitted to emergency rooms after having castrated themselves, with kitchen tools usually, sometimes wire cutters. In answer to the obvious question, surviving patients most often report that their sexual urges have become a source of intolerable conflict and anxiety. The desire for perfect release and the real-world impossibility of perfect, whenever-you-want-it release had together produced a tension they could no longer stand.” [1] While these acts of self-castration (typically pathologized as skoptic syndrome) demonstrate the desire to become an asexual eunuch, Flanagan endures phallic self-mutilation with the hopes of attaining a transcendence of a different nature—namely, the desire to overcome pain rather than desire, i.e. to utilize controlled, sexualized pain in order to subvert and draw attention away from the more menacing, uninvited pain, presented here as cystic fibrosis. Prematurely claiming the lives of its victims, CF poses as both a source of physical pain and an existential threat. Through art Flanagan universalizes the personal experience of CF by posing it here as a stand-in for mortality, as he suggests: "I want to turn my own death into art … I want to be buried with a video camera so that people could view me after I was dead inside the coffin." [source: Daily Bruin, “Masochist Flanagan endures”]
While a patent far cry from 19th-century mentality, Flanagan’s therapeutic aims for this sadomasochistic project appear oddly related to Arthur Schopenhauer’s aesthetic theory, which espouses aesthetic experience as momentary relief from the endless cycle of desire, fleeting pleasure, and existential dread [see The World as Will and Representation, book III]. Drama theorist Meiling Cheng presents us with a more nuanced, complex reading than a simple escape from the Schopenhauerian “weltshmerz” that comes with a constrained will; worth quoting in full:
“The art practised [sic] by Flanagan is..simultaneously an engagement with life traumas and a search for body healing. In this context, the manifest masochism in his performances of sensual violence is a self-prescribed homeopathic medicine that confronts the pain caused by foreign bodies - be they organic, chemical, or mechanical - by producing self-willed pain. Such a strategy does not so much reflect a sensorial substitution of pain with pleasure than to suggest an instant translation of self-determination, however painful, into pleasure. As the arbitrary autonomy of his disease prevents him from owning a large portion of his body, he turns to his most prodigious body part, the penis, and renders it into a surrogate self, a cooperative body double solely under his control. His torso in bondage and his tortured penis then project two types of pain: the first type mimetic, imitating the effects caused by the medical machine’s aggressive architectonics; the second type is volitional, appropriating his most frequent sensation to be a demonstrative, ecstatic release.” [2]
It is precisely in this ecstatic release that accompanies both extreme pleasure and pain beyond the threshold of ordinary experience, where one might conflate the two ostensible antipodes in S&M. In psychoanalytic theory, the term jouissance is typically used to characterize this phenomenon, which Slavoj Žižek describes as “a deadly excess rather than pleasure; its place is beyond the pleasure principle. In other words, the term plus-de-jouir (surplus- or excess-enjoyment) is a pleonasm, since enjoyment [jouissance] is in itself excessive, in contrast to pleasure, which by definition is moderate, regulated by proper measure.” [3] With Flanagan demonstrating a preoccupation with jouissance rather than aesthetic contemplation, perhaps a figure like Georges Bataille serves as a more apt philosophical analogue than Schopenhauer.
If nothing else, Flanagan’s performance in this artistic context appears as a project of inversion, whereby: the internal becomes external, the private becomes public, the tragic becomes comic, the commonplace becomes extraordinary, the profane becomes sacred, the painful becomes pleasurable, the violent becomes tender or caring, the lustful becomes loving.
1 David Foster Wallace. “Big Red Son” from Consider the Lobster and Other Essays; 13 Dec, 2005: Little, Brown and Co.
2 Meiling Cheng, “Bob Flanagan’s Body Double,” in The Artist’s Body. Tracey Warr (ed.), Amelia Jones (survey), (London, New York: Phaidon Press Limited, 2000) 229.
3 Slavoj Žižek, The Year of Dreaming Dangerously. (London: Verso, 2012) 47.
Ingrid Berthon-Moine, "Red is the Colour" (2009): as part of her MA thesis for the London College of Communication, French-born artist Ingrid Berthon-Moine photographed twelve women who volunteered to use their own menstrual blood as lipstick. She cleverly designated for each person/lipstick a unique but evocative color title that pokes fun of way in which marketing in the cosmetics industry panders to constructed images of female identity by basically manufacturing uniqueness—e.g. it begins to appear ridiculous when we consider how many trademark labels a company can surmise for a single color. However, by leaving her subjects open to interpretation, Berton-Moine offers us a more nuanced message which remains sympathetic to our desire for unique identity despite its fallacy. The subtle variations in "lipstick" hue offer viewers a shift in perspective which emphasizes either their diversity or their uniformity, in the same way a person might look at a Seurat and choose the focus on the bigger picture or the individual dots.
I'm reminded of the way in which Gilles Deleuze in Difference and Repetition stresses a distinction between the universal/singular and the general/particular. In Naming and Necessity, Saul Kripke argues that a proper names serve a function of a vastly different order than other kinds of labels. A name assigns a value but has no particular meaning fixed to it (link): names stress the singularity or individuality of the named. If we read these lipstick color titles as labels, they belong to the realm of representation (i.e. the particular), where things are essentially interchangeable. If we read them as names, then these women as singular individuals must be seen as more than merely variations of a whole.
Do Ho Suh's projects with school yearbooks serve as a good point of comparison. As with Suh's project, the uniformity and repetition in the composition of Berton-Moine's photographic series encourages viewers to examine the piece as a whole. Almost expressionless, women pose like mugshots against the sterile white background. But that is precisely where any semblance of neutrality ends, for just the same I could deem that these women defiantly model their blood like warpaint. While Suh's yearbooks emphasize our desire to conform to a uniform image, I think Berton-Moine's photographs reveal our desire to push against it, to not be just one among many women in the eyes of men.
However, if makeup serves as a vehicle for individual expression, it still expresses an identity guided by the male gaze. Psychologists Andrew Elliot and Daniela Niesta have found that the color red enhances men's sexual attraction to women, which may have to do with the color's unconscious association with ovulation (link). Jessica Tracy and Alec Beall have found that more fertile women are more likely to wear red or pink, but only in cooler weather when skimpier attire is less of a desirable option (link). If red lipstick becomes a form of empowerment, that power remains a product of male desire and an industry that profits off of our desire to be desired.
Ingrid Berthon-Moine, “Marbles” (2013): I’m reblogging this because I’m very much reminded of James Cabot Ewart’s “Nipples at the Met” series, which coincidentally began around the same time as this project. As with Ewart’s series, these photographs visually catalog various representations in art history of a particular erotically-charged organ. Zoomed up close, they function less overtly as erotic symbols and more as abstract examinations of organic form. As photographs of the originally three-dimensional medium of sculpture, these images focus primarily on the play of light and shadow to create folds of texture. I’m also reminded of the drooping phallus motif that has become the preoccupation of artists such as Paul McCarthy, which serves as a more banal alternative signal of masculinity than the standard erect phallus. This series is arguably more singular in focus than Ewart’s project, which captures nipples from various artistic media of various periods in art history. Here’s a description of the work from hyperallergenic.com:
"Antique sculptures may be robbed of the colors that once adorned their surfaces but what has remained of these ancient beauties include anatomically correct, though often idealized, genitals that clearly indicate the gender of many of the figures portrayed, including if they were hermaphrodites. London-based photographer Ingrid Berthon-Moine has taken advantage of this crop of artistic depictions and chose to focus her lens on a very specific part of this Ancient male anatomy for her latest series, which is cleverly titled Marbles.”
Oliver Kunkel, "Mosquitobox" (2003): In Ljubljana castle, Oliver Kunkel displayed a glass box resembling an induction chamber or glovebox, with a sealed opening that participants could stick their arms through. The box contained live mosquitoes that were said to have been exposed to the HIV virus, although the exhibitors also stressed that the mosquitoes were harmless and not in fact infected. Viewers could decide whether or not to stick their arms into the box and expose their flesh to these mosquitoes that had allegedly fed on the blood of an HIV-positive donor. The participatory aspect of this project effectively demonstrated the power of imagination to instill fear beyond rationalization. Participants confronted and embodied this fear in whichever choice they made—either by feeling vulnerable in such uncomfortable proximity to a blood-borne pathogen, or by avoiding contact, even given the scientific knowledge that mosquitoes are physically incapable of carrying and transmitting HIV.
Kunkel's project was conceived for the annual BREAK art festival, and the theme for the year's exhibition was entitled "Invisible Threat." Kunkel claims he designed this project to draw awareness to the "invisible threat" of HIV, but evidently, the project also exposed our irrational fear of AIDS and ignorance concerning one of the world's most pervasive epidemics. What began as a modest, object-based project amounted to a mini-documentary and social commentary, after one of the participants triggered mass panic and publicity by "accidentally" breaking the box. Officers evacuated the tourist site and quarantined the premises, followed by investigations involving the Health Institute of Ljubljana and Slovenia's Ministry of Internal Affairs to determine whether the artist had committed a prosecutable offense. Though the artist and curators dismiss the public's hysterical reaction as merely an unforeseen consequence of an innocent attempt simply to raise awareness of AIDS, all signs indicate a hoax, deliberately using shock tactics to foster media publicity. Kunkel confessed that he merely collected the mosquitoes from backyard water barrels, and that they had not in fact been exposed to an HIV patient. More importantly, what had initially appeared as an accidental breaking of the box we later discover had been staged and plotted since the project's construction (as if the coincidentally apt title, "BREAK," isn't already enough of a hint.) Though clearly a gimmick, I personally feel that the project's saving grace is that it operates effectively in many different levels: as a physical interactive object that gestures towards art history, as a political event that manipulates both bureaucracy and new media to its advantage, and even the metaphorical implications of rupture in the very act of breaking the box.
Lennie Lee, images from top to bottom: "Blood money" (2005); "Blood money" (detail); "In memoriam, Piss, shit, blood" (2003): Since the mid-1980s South African Jewish artist Lennie Lee been exploring the theme of taboo through a variety of artistic media from painting to installation. This preoccupation especially comes to the fore in his performances, which incorporate abject materials such as urine, blood, shit, vomit, offal, and medical equipment—all of which serve to remind people of their own mortality and thus typically elicit strong reactive emotions. I'm reminded of a passage by the Czech novelist Milan Kundera: "When I was small and would leaf through the Old Testament retold for children and illustrated in engravings by Gustave Doré, I saw the Lord God standing on a cloud. He was an old man with eyes, nose, and a long beard, and I would say to myself that if He had a mouth, He had to eat. And if He ate, He had intestines. But that thought always gave me a fright, because even though I come from a family that was not particularly religious, I felt the idea of a divine intestine to be sacrilegious. Spontaneously, without any theological training, I, a child, grasped the incompatibility of God and shit and thus came to question the basic thesis of Christian anthropology, namely, that man was created in God's image. Either/or: either man was created in God's image—and God has intestines!—or God lacks intestines and man is not like Him. The ancient Gnostics felt as I did at the age of five. In the second century, the great Gnostic master Valentinus resolved the damnable dilemma by claiming that Jesus 'ate and drank, but did not defecate.' Shit is a more onerous theological problem than is evil. Since God gave man freedom, we can, if need be, accept the idea that He is not responsible for man's crimes. The responsibility for shit, however, rests entirely with Him, the creator, of man." (265-6; Unbearable Lightness of Being, 1984 Harper & Row) The fact that we prefer and idealized image over a mortal God who shits pinpoints an aspect of life where popular culture separates the sacred from the profane, despite (or because of) the fact that only the latter pertains to our everyday banal experiences. Lee has designated the coinage “Unpopular Culture" to those uncomfortable subjects we prefer remain hidden, such as death and disease. All the while, he attempts to highlight the ways in which strange normative behaviors of popular culture echo the rituals of more ancient, primitive societies.
Steven Johnson Leyba, Alchemical Portraits series (2007-13): "Michelle" (top), "David Wright" (middle), "Crazy Bennie" (bottom): Ordained reverend of LaVeyan Satanism who prides himself in his Mescalero Apache heritage, dubbed the father of "Sexpressionism" by art critic Carlo McCormick, founder of the United Satanic Apache Front (U.S.A.F.)—the Albuquerque-based musician and artist Steven Johnson Leyba clearly boasts an eclectic background of eccentricity that sets him apart from the crowd. Leyba often deploys explicit erotic and thanatotic imagery in his live performances and mixed media projects to evoke a sense of Dionysian rapture unfettered by the regulative current of commercialism and normative society. His "alchemical portrait" series combines his interest in occult ritual practices with smut and debauchery to trigger visceral reactions towards the profane body. With all their campy ostentatiousness these portraits also convey a sense of celebrity Pop art kitsch dressed in a surreal cyborgian aesthetic, like something out of a David Cronenberg film. In fact his website bio lists Cronenberg as one among many of his notable art collectors, including: H.R. Giger, William S. Burroughs, Vincent Price, Stephen King, Clive Barker, Cornell University, the American Indian Movement, Genesis P'Orridge, Lydia Lunch, and the Black Panther Party. The images online look like ordinary digital montages one would find on some site like deviantart, but Leyba worked with his own blood into these mixed media projects to imbue them with ritual significance. Elsewhere Leyba has asserted his bloodletting as a challenging proclamation: "How many politicians do you think would give their blood for their beliefs? How many christians, for that matter? Native Americans have used blood ritual for thousands of years. What I have done…is to bring to life my own valid rituals. I have drawn from many of my own 'mixed blood traditions' to create personal modern religious rituals with political intent. I am not a traditionalist, but a traditional ritual has power that has be in lost in our so called modern 'civilization.'" (link) Throughout his artistic career, Leyba has been using bodily fluids such as blood, semen, excrement, as well as other organic materials such as human hair, tree moss, feathers, mosquito, dragon fly, etc. In this case, the bodily materials hearken back to the transmuting of substances in the hermetic tradition of alchemy. Often only a fine line separates genuine political provocation from cheap shock tactics. Unfortunately for cynics such as myself, the use of bodily fluids in art more often than not appears suspect of hokey gimmicks. Leyba's sensationalized portraits and performances are certainly no exception. I'm especially doubtful after witnessing so many artists' failed attempts to access the sacred by extending private worship to the masses, especially through some esoteric subculture such as Satanic occultism. But maybe I'm being a bit unfair. The line between "high" art and entertainment is also virtually invisible, so why not be entertained by the campy, sexy, naughty parody of traditional religious practices? Such rituals function more like a game, or a "magic circle," in which the players must all buy into the world of the game and mutually consent to the rules in order to participate and achieve any desirable effect.
Phil Hansen, "Value of Blood" (w/ detail shots, 2006): museum-goers do not need a background in art to recognize the way in which Seurat's pointillist compositions blur into a hazy dabs of color at close range, or how Chuck Close's large-scale portraits consist entirely of abstract forms. The relative accessibility of this perspectival shift (i.e. the immediately recognizable disparity between the composition "parts" and the "whole") is what makes them so popular to the public. Artists have utilized this technique for various purposes: to expose the paradoxes of vision, to draw metaphorical implications from parts-whole relations (gestalt), to comment on the conditions of modernity, to hone in on the creative process. Today the use of the grid to arrange a composition part-by-part has become standard practice in high-school and college-level art courses. Yet what has become so cliché to art students still manages to impress the public at large, perhaps because it reiterates a fundamental aspect of vision that is not as obvious to those with little to no training in visual design.
What sets this 44"x104" composition apart from your run-of-the-mill art student assignment is the process and materials employed in its creation. For period of roughly five months, Phil Hansen drew his own blood onto 6,000 individual bandages, totaling to about 500 milliliters (18 imp fl oz; 17 US fl oz) of blood, to draw this portrait of Kim Jong-il. The grid serves as a convenient format for highlighting the labor-intensive process of literally giving oneself over to the material product. One cannot avoid addressing themes such as ritual self-sacrifice (i.e. bloodletting) and the process of time when examining projects where artists have used their own blood—Carina Údeba and Marc Quinn serving as cases in point.
Art snobs such as myself can't help but sneer at the reality that the "serious" art market has no concern with this rising tide of amateurs and dilettantes (Phil Hansen undoubtedly among their ranks) who exploit gimmicks of cheap sensationalism to formulate impressive images conducive to the type of shallow consumption associated with viral marketing (...but then again, numbers indicate that Miley Cyrus and the Kardashians will prevail in public influence over any cultural "relevance" the insular art world assumes for itself.) I searched online but could find no explanation from the artist himself as to why he specifically chose Kim Jong-il, but I suspect either some hackneyed political commentary that demonstrates a lack of cohesion of the project's form with its content, or a simple openness of an image with vaguely "political" resonance but with no substantial message worthy of discussion. In Hansen's defense I still find this image well-crafted, and not without its naive charm, especially when compared to student projects of parallel caliber.
Carina Úbeda, "Paños" (2013): for five years, the Chilean artist Carina Úbeda deposited her menstrual blood onto sanitary rags which she later used to create this installation, consisting of 90 unique blood-stain abstract forms that also serve as mini-artifacts documenting her bodily cycles. To give each mark a more poetic register than a simple cataloged collection, she embroidered the rags with symbolically-charged words that deal with themes of natality and mortality, growth and decay, consumption and production. The embroidered rags were placed in embroidery hoops like canvas stretched onto frame ( the "tondo" shape, befitting of its traditional context of intimate domestic settings) and suspended from the ceiling, surrounded by dangling rotten apples symbolizing ovulation. After all, what is fruit if not the swollen ovaries of a plant?
By presenting her blood as an object of aesthetic value, Úbeda, challenges viewers to perceive bloodstains as beautiful organic forms and thereby supplants our cultural revulsion to menstrual blood as something abject. Some premodern cultures before the advances of modern medical sciences construed menstrual blood as dirty, impure fluids that sporadically leaked from the woman's body:
"When a woman has a discharge and the discharge from her body is blood, she will remain in a state of menstrual pollution for seven days. Anyone who touches her will be unclean. Anything that she lies on in this state will be unclean; Anyone who touches her bed must wash clothing and body. If a man goes so far as to sleep with her, he will contract her menstrual pollution and be unclean for seven days. Once she is cured of her discharge, she will allow seven days to go by; after that she will be clean. On the eighth day she will take two turtledoves or two young pigeons and bring them to the priest at the entrance of the Tent of Meeting. The priest will offer one of them as a sacrifice for the sin and the other as a burnt offering." (Leviticus 15:19-30; link...suddenly I find myself in the mood for some Diamanda Galás Plague Mass!)
While many might consider the periodic discharge of excess uterine fluid as nothing more than bodily waste (i.e. merely a useless byproduct of the reproductive process), Úbeda considers these objects the result of everyday artistic production: "When I look at the cloth, I do not see that, but an abstract image...Many people have asked me why I wanted to show something so intimate...For me, it is simply a work of art made by me, I see them as separate things." (link)
The piece takes on another meaning from the standpoint of human labor when we consider the labor that went into this project. The codification of human labor into domestic private space and the public space of work (including artwork) and politics was a primary preoccupation of the philosopher Hannah Arendt. In her book The Human Condition, she contrasts woman going into labor to give birth with the labor of the proletariat (working class): "The distinctive trait of the household sphere was that in it men lived together because they were driven by their wants and needs. The driving force was life itself—the penates, the household gods, were according to Plutarch, 'the gods who make us live and nourish our body'—which, for its individual maintenance and its survival as the life of the species needs the company of others. That individual maintenance should be the task of the man and species survival the task of woman was obvious, and both of these natural functions, the labor of man to provide nourishment and the labor of woman in giving birth, were subject to the same urgency of life. Natural community in the household therefore was born of necessity, and necessity ruled over all activities performed in it." (p. 30) Later in her chapter on labor, "§14: Labor and Fertility," Arendt elucidates on the metaphors of fertility conflated with in concept of labor and production throughout the history of Western civilization. But menstrual blood is generally considered no more productive a material than fecal matter. The artist again has inverted the traditional role, where the artistic process serves as the material "excess" of labor's production, just as blood is the anatomical excess of human reproduction.
Eleanor Antin, "The Blood of a Poet Box" (1965-8): The artist collected blood specimens from 100 poets, intended to draw connections between blood smeared on a laboratory slide and a name. From the project, Antin claimed she "soon discovered that blood isolated from the body is at best merely a metaphor except to certain esoteric specialists like doctors and policemen." - Eleanor Antin, "Notes on Transformation," Flash Art 44/45 (April 1974): 69.
Hermann Nitsch, "80th Action" (1984): this photograph documents one of the most iconic performances conducted by the radical live theater group known as the Orgien-Mysterien-Theater. "Blindfolded and dressed in a white, blood-stained shift, a man hangs from a crucifix attached to a carcass. A typical Nitsch 'ceremony,' 80th Action was a lengthy, visceral performance involving the slaughter of animals and the smearing of entrails onto naked flesh. Highly choreographed and lasting over three days, the process of disemboweling was meant as a gradual coming to terms with death and destruction, drawing attention to man's innate cruelty in a deliberately shocking manner." (Phaidon Press, The 20th Century Art Book. London: Phaidon Press Ltd., 1996. p. 338)
In addition to founding the Orgien-Mysterien-Theater in 1957, Nitsch served as one of the prominent figures of the Viennese Actionists, a left-wing Austrian performance art collective that staged various extreme, violent "Aktions" in the 1960s to shock post-War Vienna out of its inured, normative slumber. Influenced by iconography and ritual of Catholicism (and to a lesser extent, paganism), psychopathology, and mysticism, their highly evocative aesthetic in many respects attempted to radicalize the European legacy of Expressionism.
On a superficial level, their repeated violent gestures suggestive of self-mutilation, animal sacrifice, sadomasochism, etc. appear to signal obvious nihilistic undertones. Upon closer inspection, they seem to drive at something deeper and more complex by conflating the power dynamics involved in art, sex, religion, and politics. One might construe them as a kind of cathartic release of the aggression built up in the ubiquitous violence underpinning the everyday workings of a nationalistic, regulative, post-Fascist society; or perhaps a sort of quasi-penance that externalizes the guilt for crimes against humanity committed in Vienna during WWII—confronting that scar in history that seems impossible to come to terms with. But of course, the notion that one can compensate for history is patently absurd, as is the belief in cathartic release. I personally read these projects as tragic in their noble but futile attempt to do the impossible. I find them fascinating, but they end up looking terribly self-indulgent and puerile, exploiting shock value for the sake of exhibitionism.
John Isaacs, "Today I Started Loving You Again" (2003): John Isaacs is a tromp l'oeil sculptor who works with materials such as wax to produce evocative images such as this one. One of several startlingly grotesque images mimicking flesh and blood, this labor-intensive sculptural object serves only as a prop for a scene captured by flash photography. The misplaced severed leg becomes only remaining fragment of a mysterious narrative, like a photograph documenting a crime scene.