When is a room not a room大學(xué)英語作文
there was a bit of a fuss at tate britain the other day. a woman was hurrying through the large room that houses lights going on and off in a gallery, martin creeds turner prize-shortlisted installation in which, yes, lights go on and off in a gallery. suddenly the womans necklace broke and the beads spilled over the floor. as we bent down to pick them up, one man said: perhaps this is part of the installation. another replied: surely that would make it performance art rather than an installation. or a happening, said a third.
these are confusing times for britains growing audience for visual art. even one of creeds friends recently contacted a newspaper diarist to say that he had visited three galleries at which creeds work was on show but had not managed to find the artworks. if he cant find them, what chance have we got?
more and more of londons gallery space is devoted to installations. london is no longer a city, but a vast art puzzle. net to creeds flashing room is mike nelsons installation consisting of an illusionistic labyrinth that seems to lead to a dusty tate storeroom. its the security guards i feel sorry for, stuck in a fau back room fielding tricky questions about the aesthetic merits of conceptual art simulacra and helping people with low blood sugar find the way out.
every london postcode has its installation artist. in sw6 luca vitoni has created a small wooden bo with grass on the ceiling and blue sky on the floor. visitors can enhance the eperience with free yoga sessions. in w2 the serpentine gallery has commissioned doug aitken to redesign its space as a sequence of dark, carpeted rooms with dramatic filmed images of icy landscapes, waterfalls and bored subway passengers miraculously swinging like gymnasts around a cross-like arrangement of four video screens. the gallery used to be stables, you know. not to be outdone, in se1 tate modern has a wonderful installation by juan munoz.
at the launch of this years turner prize show, a disgruntled painter suggested that the ice cream van that parks outside the tate should have been shortlisted. this is a particularly stupid idea. where would we get our ice creams from then?
what we need is the answer to three simple questions. what is installation art? why has it become so ubiquitous? and why is it so bloody irritating?
first question first. what are installations? installations, answers the thames and hudson dictionary of art and artists with misplaced self-confidence, only eist as long as they are installed. thanks for that. this presumably means that if the ice cream van man took the handbrake off his installation van no1, it wouldnt be an installation any more.
the dictionary continues more promisingly: installations are multi-media, multi-dimensional and multi-form works which are created temporarily for a particular space or site either outdoors or indoors, in a museum or gallery.
as a first stab at a definition, this isnt bad. it rules out paintings, sculptures, frescoes and other intuitively non-installational artworks. it also says that anything can be an installation so long as it has art status conferred on it (your flashing bulb is not art because it hasnt got the nod from the gallery, so dont bother writing a funny letter to the paper suggesting it is). the important question is not what is art? but when is art?
the only problem is that this definition also leaves out some very good installations. consider richard wilsons 20:50. it consists of a lake of sump oil that uncannily reflects the ceiling of the gallery. spectators penetrate this lake by walking along an enclosed jetty whose waist-high walls hold the oil at bay. this 1987 work was originally set up in matts gallery in east london, through whose windows one could see a bleak post-industrial landscape while standing on the jetty. the installation, awash in old engine oil, could thus be taken as a comment on thatcherite destruction of manufacturing industries. then something very interesting happened. thatchers ad man charles saatchi put 20:50 in his windowless gallery in west london, depriving it of its contet. but the thames and hudson definition does not allow that this 20:50 is an installation because it wasnt created for that space. this is silly: it would be better to say there were two installations - the one at matts and the other at the saatchi gallery.
or think about damien hirsts in and out of love. in this 1991 installation, butterfly cocoons were attached to large white canvases. heat from radiators below the cocoons encouraged them to hatch and flourish briefly. in a separate room, butterflies were embalmed on brightly coloured canvases, their wings weighed down by paint. the spectator needed to move around to appreciate the full impact of the work. unlike looking at paintings or sculptures, you often need to move through or around installations.
what these two eamples suggest to me is that we are barking up the wrong tree by trying to define installations. installations do not all share a set of essential characteristics. some will demand audience participation, some will be site-specific, some conceptual gags involving only a light bulb.
installations, then, are a big, confusing family. which brings us to the second question. why are there so many of them around at the moment? there have been installations since marcel duchamp put a urinal in a new york gallery in 1917 and called it art. this was the most resonant gesture in 20th century art, discrediting notions of taste, skill and craftsmanship, and suggesting that everyone could be an artist. futurists, dadaists and surrealists all made installations. in the 1960s, conceptualists, minimalists and quite possibly maimalists did too. why so many installations now? after all, two of this years four turner prize candidates are installation artists.
american critic hal foster thinks he knows why installations are everywhere in modern art. he reckons that the key transformation in western art since the 1960s has been a shift from what he calls a vertical conception to a horizontal one. before then, painters were interested in painting, eploring their medium to its limits. they were vertical. artists are now less interested in pushing a form as far as it will go, and more in using their work as a terrain on which to evoke feelings or provoke reactions.
many artists and critics treat conditions like desire or disease as sites for art, writes foster. true, photography, painting or sculpture can do the same, but installations have proved most fruitful - perhaps because with installations the formalist weight of the past doesnt bear down so heavily and the artist can more easily eplore what concerns them.
why are installations so bloody irritating, then? perhaps because in the many cases when craftsmanship is removed, art seems like the emperors new clothes. perhaps also because artists are frequently so bound up with the intellectual ramifications of the history of art and the cataclysm of isms, that those who are not steeped in them dont care or understand. but, ultimately, because being irritating need not be a bad thing for a work of art since at least it compels engagement from the viewer.
but irritation isnt the whole story. i dont necessarily understand or like all installation art, but i was moved by double bind, juan munozs huge work at tate modern. a false mezzanine floor in the turbine hall is full of holes, some real, some trompe loeil and a pair of lifts chillingly lit and going up and down, heading nowhere. to get the full impact, and to go beyond mere illusionism, you need to go downstairs and look up through the holes. there are grey men living in rooms between the floorboards, installations within this installation. its creepy and beautiful and strange, but you need to make an effort to get something out of it.
the same is true for martin creeds lights going on and off, though i didnt find it very illuminating. my work, says martin creed, is about 50% what i make of it and 50% what people make of it. meanings are made in peoples heads - i cant control them.
its nice of creed to share the burden of significance. but sadly for him, few of the spectators were making much of his show last week. his room was often deserted, but the rooms housing isaac juliens boring films and richard billinghams dull videos were packed. maybe creeds aim is to drive people away from installation art, or maybe he is just not understood. whatever. the lights were on, and sometimes off, but nobody was home.
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