When Tania Pérez Córdova
borrows something, it becomes art. She borrowed a SIM card from a friend and
placed it in a porcelain block. She borrowed two black piano keys and put them
into a chunk of orange foam. A guitar string is attached to a marble structure
and one stylish Swarovski earring is dangling on display. This leads to a
‘pausing’ process on the part of the lender of the object, and thus, through
this process, the artist becomes a type of disrupter. She made it more
difficult, temporarily, for the pianist or guitarist to ply his trade. The
musicians were forced to pause, assess the significance of the loss of the
objects borrowed and take deliberate measures to return to normal, if they so
chose. In regard to the loss of a SIM card or a nice earring, one loses a bit
of his/her social capital and pauses to reflect on whether to take deliberate
action to replace that.
There are, after all, people who live without
SIM cards and Swarovski earrings – the marginalized poor of the world. To me,
the artist could be asking those she borrows from whether they are willing to
live like ‘them’. After all, Pérez Córdova comes from Mexico City, a city
filled with thousands of homeless ‘street’ children in a country with the 13th
strongest economy in the world. An important token of one’s social capital
disappears and, I would guess, one invariably races to replace it. The mere
inconvenience shows how embedded one is in an economic class and how one’s
priority might be to maintain status more than see to the needs of economically
deprived others. Is it truly possible to be of any service while our priority
is pursuing our own excellence and ease? What type of society would it take for
a person to excel without neglecting responsibility to others?
Like Duchamp, Pérez Córdova renders objects
useless but she is unlike Duchamp in that his ready-made pieces could
conceivably be reclaimed by those in the real world – as was the case when a
custodian inadvertently took one of Duchamp’s shovels from a museum exhibit to
remove snow from the sidewalk outside. The mere placing of an object in a
gallery does not, then, entail a change of interpretive meaning for Pérez
Cordova’s pieces (as it does for Duchamp’s); the act of disruption itself and
our being able to put ourselves in the places of the disrupted becomes key.
Compulsively rendering significant, personal
things useless, thus complicating a person’s life and nudging one toward
contemplation of that life, its value and the economic, technological, social
and psychological forces that have created one’s life, imputes meaning to the
work as does the realization that the person whose borrowed object we look at
exists outside of the gallery. We witness relics of personal disruption and
imagine how the other was affected, thus establishing a fellow feeling and
awareness that we are, basically, these folks. The artist derives her aesthetic
value and the economic value of the art from her capacity to disturb the smooth
flow of life and compel a person to question, even for a short time, the
practical reality and status of his/her life.
The gallery for these pieces at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago has been made to look like a movie set with scenery scattered around. Brecht wanted his theater productions to betray the artificiality of the artistic process to keep people awake to their responsibilities outside the theater and that is what we get here – a deliberately artificial backdrop with real stuff belonging to real people who are still alive somewhere out there, outside the gallery. The artistic subject thus disappears and we are drawn closer to the other. The wall between viewer and viewed which is often the case in a gallery or museum is dissolved and by examining the other in a gallery I no longer reinforce my egocentric supremacy, I become more humane and connected.
The gallery for these pieces at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago has been made to look like a movie set with scenery scattered around. Brecht wanted his theater productions to betray the artificiality of the artistic process to keep people awake to their responsibilities outside the theater and that is what we get here – a deliberately artificial backdrop with real stuff belonging to real people who are still alive somewhere out there, outside the gallery. The artistic subject thus disappears and we are drawn closer to the other. The wall between viewer and viewed which is often the case in a gallery or museum is dissolved and by examining the other in a gallery I no longer reinforce my egocentric supremacy, I become more humane and connected.
In another part of the show a
ceiling fan spins in an agonizingly slow manner, utilizing the motor of a disco
ball, like a slow-motion scene in a film. Pérez Córdova places a lime green
marker in a cup of water and the water slowly becomes more and more green.
Incense slowly burns. Styrofoam slowly turns yellow. A disrupter is perhaps
needed because the rhythm of our lives is often geared away from a deeper
rhythm of incubation and self-development. Why do slow processes look so absurd
to us? How badly have we been corrupted?
Pérez Córdova has also painted two patterns
taken from a dress and a shirt of Chicagoans who will periodically drop by the
show in the actual clothing from which the patterns were taken. We are invited
to imagine the thought-processes of these folks as they made their choices and
we become aware of the vulnerabilities and desires involved in our own choices
as to how we are going to present ourselves.
We see ashes from a cigarette from a man who
wants to stop smoking mixed among bird droppings in a beautiful marble
container - a remnant of his failed struggle for him and us to consider. Pink
foam with a muscle indentation of a man’s bicep becomes another remnant of the
actual, real and physical. In this evidence of processes, like the evidence of
‘smoke’, we recognize both the lack of agency and the demonstration of agency,
while seeking more than the ex post facto, hoping to reach beyond remnants of
experience to get to possibilities for personal transformation in the ex ante.
Twelve necklaces hang from the ceiling
attached to each other end-to-end - apparently eleven cheap ones and one gold
one – bunching up inside a rough container on the ground. Marx’s trickle-down
theory of ideology? The rich create, the poor emulate? Everything we do is a
part of a competitive process to emulate members of a specific social class? Is
the Swarovski earring an object of our desire or an object of our contempt?
What should it be? The artist places makeup in black marble bars - two forms of
the purely decorative – makeup is used to disguise possible skin flaws, to
leave one beyond reproach, to make one look like everyone else, to make oneself
an object of desire.
Prescription contact lenses have been abandoned.
Is this person suffering or is this person now looking inside instead at what
has been truly motivating him/her? Has this person completed a satisfactory
view of the outer-world allowing the appropriation of objects as symbols to now
investigate inner reality? There is curved glass surrounding a purple bag of
miracles – glass allows one to safely look at but not engage something. We
safely look at but do not meaningfully engage the world? Windows are bringers
of light but keepers of distance - the essence of art: look, don’t touch.
Bronze window frames are there to aggrandize or commemorate the looking outward
process?
This was a risky and
provocative show requiring active imaginative engagement and concerted
self-reflection from the participant-viewer. The show would have been better
had the MCA provided a little more in the way of background material for people
to read while looking at the pieces. This was really a show where you needed
some background info in order to appreciate the pieces, in my humble opinion.
So, to this extent, I feel the MCA failed in making the show as accessible as
it could have been to folks. I was fortunate enough to have been given the show’s
catalogue and did a great deal of research on the artist and previous shows –
most folks were not able to do this and may not have been fully engaged by the
work.
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