In my dream a fellow artist was hugging me and then I saw a member of my family wandering the street in a dress sewn from army surplus leather bags. It was sunny.
An edit of my “In My Dream Posts” for The Brooklyn Rail
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In my dream a fellow artist was hugging me and then I saw a member of my family wandering the street in a dress sewn from army surplus leather bags. It was sunny.
An edit of my “In My Dream Posts” for The Brooklyn Rail
Hi. I have recently looked at pictures online of your work. I am working on an exhibition and publication with the title "Outfits for armies in the war we never saw" to be shown in Athens, February 2018, in Norway later that year, and in Sweden in 2019. Artists involved are amongst others, Elisabeth Haarr and Charlotte Lindsay. I don't know if this is the right way to approach you, but would you consider showing one of your works in this context? Or do a short written response? Elisabeth Romberg
Sorry to take so long to respond, but I guess that this shows that this isn't the best way to contact me. You can reach me via my website naylandblake dot net! Thanks for reaching out.
Like the artists themselves, the works in this exhibition are diverse, but they share a common willingness to disrupt and examine established codes of representation. These artists are willing to adopt any voice, from art historical, to psychoanalytic, to documentary, to pop cultural, in order to make that voice speak queerly. This is a marked departure from previous attempts to essentialise gay voices. These artists do not assume any sort of truly gay way of making work. Instead, they use a position of gayness to skew standard ways of making and reading.This shift also leads to the other important difference between this work and much previous work by lesbian and gay artists. As we were hanging this show, I began to be struck by the number of works which contained figures who were gazing directly out of the frame, and the quality of these looks. These looks are direct and confrontational. They are far from the veiled and inviting expressions that we traditionally associate with the object of the viewer’s gaze. These are not passive and exoticized representations of what ‘gayness’ or 'lesbianism’ might be. Instead they are gay and lesbian subjects whose look cooly interrogates the viewer, confronting his or her assumptions, and demanding an accounting. Lesbian and gay artists are no longer saying here we are, please accept us; instead they are saying here we are and why should we accept you?
Nayland Blake, “Curator’s Statement,” in Situation: perspectives on work by lesbian and gay artists, June 18 - July 13, 1991. (via lesbianartandartists)
One of the most attention-grabbing exhibits at the International Center for Photography’s Triennial (through September 8) isn’t really a work of photography at all. In Knee-deep in the Flooded Vict...
One of the most attention-grabbing exhibits at the International Center for Photography’s Triennial (through September 8) isn’t really a work of photography at all. In Knee-deep in the Flooded Vict...
'So much of its meaning as a sculpture is bound up, not in what you can see on the outside, but what it contains within.'
There is no problem related to making work that can be fixed by not working.
Art critic Dave Hickey has apparently emerged from his much-publicized art world retirement — and, some feel, not in the most auspicious way.
Republished by request: In Response
(I published this on Facebook a few years ago, and just got a note asking about where to find it. Since I've deleted my Facebook account, it seemed to make sense to republish it here.)
A friend wrote me a letter and after thinking about it for a while I decided that I wanted to respond to it here. He consented graciously to me reprinting it:
hi Nayland, I hope you’re enjoying your travels. Can you answer me this? How do I keep the faith when everyone tells me my work is great and yet I can’t land a NY gallery? I know it’s the worst time in history, but it’s been years..(and my Boston gallery just closed) I met with my buddy J the other day and told her that my Armory experience left me thinking that the “art” of art these days lies in the facade that hides that fact that all art is a spectacle. The armory show just felt like a wave of junk for rich people and that all the art lost the importance of effecting cultural change or critically examining it. There just didn’t seem to be any impact, or discussion, or reflection.. I’m really losing it.
Take care,
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I’ve read this over a few times now trying to come up with an answer for you. Here’s the best I can do:
There are two different things going on here in what your asking. First you ask about not having a New York Gallery. And then you’re asking about art’s ability to effect change. Both of them are factors in “keeping the faith” as you put it. First I urge you to separate them.
Galleries are retail shops, plain and simple. They are stores and artists should treat them as such. So everyone tells you they like your band, why don’t you have a record deal? There could be a million specific reasons why but they boil down to this: No shopkeeper in New York has thought that they could make a buck selling your work. That’s all that it means. It doesn’t mean that there will never be a shopkeeper who thinks differently. It doesn’t mean that the previous ones have been right in their assessment. The idea that having representation in New York “means” something about your level of achievement as an artist is smoke and mirrors. Your achievements in your work should be the things that are evident to you when you look at what you’ve done. Ultimately it’s the only barometer that matters, because you are the person who spends the most time with the work, who lives the experience of making it.
If you get to experience being in the midst of the moment of creation, of exceeding what you thought was possible for yourself, you’ve already won. That is what we should be in the game for. That’s what’s really at stake in the life of an artist. Being able to get up and do that when ever we feel like it. It’s a thing all humans sense as being valuable, but very few have the courage to pursue for themselves. Because people sense that it’s important, and because we live in a market society, galleries take the form that they do. We sell the results of that communion to each other. But all of that market activity is secondary, like buying the plaster image of a saint to remind you of what a saintly life should be. Your real job as an artist is to live that life. I’ve had an inordinate amount of “success” in my life, and I wish I could tell you it had something to do with talent or smarts, but when I look at it it’s been pretty much random. I know smarter, more talented artists who haven’t done nearly as well.
So for the second part of your question: Your sense about art fairs is exactly right. It’s expensive to do those fairs, which are just like the CES fair or the E3 fair. When Sony buys a booth at the electronics fairs, they do so to showcase the stuff they think is going to sell the most. It’s an investment. Same for art fairs. People are laying out a lot of money and they need to make it back somewhere down the line. In previous years it was possible for galleries to delay their return: they could afford to put up a big installation because they were demonstrating that they had lots of money to throw around, that they didn’t need to make it back right away. They could afford to soft sell. They were selling people on the idea of associating themselves with someone who had so much money they didn’t have to think about money. These days it’s different. The mask is off. Everyone is worried about making their rent and their payroll for THIS MONTH, so they can’t afford to rent that square footage at the fair and not see some immediate return.
Where does that leave social activism? Or any engaged difficult idea you might care to name? Back where it usually is, in the hands of people who make and care about such things. Ask yourself: how often in history have shops and trade shows been the forums for social action and change? I don’t think we should expect them to be. We live in a time where the viability of brick and mortar retail is increasingly in question. Who knows what the next model for the distribution of art is going to look like? I do know this: the history of market success and the history of interesting ideas in art diverge more often than they connect. I grew up seeing an art world where that success immediately made your ideas suspect. You grew up seeing one where market failure meant a failure of idea as well. Each situation was fleeting and in the larger sense meaningless.
I think that the way art makes change is one consciousness at a time. It forces us to stop our usual patterns of processing information sometimes through causing us confusion, sometimes through pointing us to pleasure. It is through arguing for the inherent worth of a life lived with confusion or pleasure that art makes us re-think the world we live in. Because in those moments we are revealed to ourselves and others without pretense. We want those moments but we fear them as well, so we tame them, we cloak them in formulas and focus our attention on less threatening things like income levels and social squabbles. So much for change. Our real job is to be the guardians and cultivators of those moments where ever we find them.
Finally, how do we keep going? We do so by making a life that supports the work. And part of that is asking what the work needs. What it needs in terms of material support, as well as emotional support. Do you really need recognition, or response? It’s been my experience that response gets you a lot further. And the responses that have meant the most have been those from the people closest to me. Recognition is a lot easier for me to worry about however, because as I stated above, it’s random and utterly out of my control. So I don’t have to ask myself the inconvenient questions about what I’ve done to cultivate it. I’m safe in my powerlessness. With response I have to be willing to open myself up to people that I’m going to see again, and I’m going to have to give something in return. I’ll have obligations and I’ll be vulnerable to real people not abstractions. As a number of my friends can tell you, that’s not a space I navigate with much grace. It’s where I fuck up a lot. Which tells me that it’s the thing I need to do more of, it’s a thing that the work requires, just like fucking up drawing hands means that I need to draw more hands. That’s the gift that creativity gives us: the imperfections of our creations tells us what we need to work on next. Which is another way of saying which imperfect parts of ourselves we need to work on next.
The adventure of doing that is the only real reason I can think of to keep going.
That twinge we feel in our privilege? That's a distant echo of what oppression constantly feels like. Be grateful if your pain is episodic.
1.Tell the truth. Describe your work, and your life as it is, not as you think someone wants to hear it to be. Don’t anticipate your reader’s biases. 2.Write often. Get into the habit of writing about what you do on a regular basis. It will give you much more material to pick from when the time...
Still on an Identity Politics buzz, this recent interview with Nayland Blake at The Brooklyn Rail really dilated my pupils.
I had caught his show at Matthew Marks the day before I read this interview, and while the exhibition did not do much for me, I am the glad the show was scheduled at the same time as The New Museum’s 1993.
Renny Pritikin: One of my earliest memories of you performing is at Media Gallery in San Francisco. You were really skinny. Long hair. I think you were wearing a long black dress.
Nayland Blake: Probably a prom dress.
RP: You were reading a text; I don’t think it was yours. I think it was a...