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  • “Digging back into ‘Deep Storage’ and Deep Storage.” Deep Storage: Collecting, Storing, and Archiving in Art. Munich and New York: Prestel-Verlag and Siemens Kulturprogramm, 1998, pp. 10–21.

    Digging back into “Deep Storage”

    This project started as an essay by one author and evolved into an exhibition organized by five curators plus a battery of support. Now it is documented by a catalogue with essay contributions by fifteen authors. And still we cannot possibly presume to have wrapped up our topic: storage and archiving as imagery, metaphor or process in contemporary art. For at every turn DEEP STORAGE: Arsenale der Erinnerung falls subject to itself: a package overwhelmed by its own contents, which strains against the very processes of containment it seeks to represent. Beginning with the process of selection, for some the notion of storage conjures memory (things saved become souvenirs), for others history (things saved become information). And yet for others, storage is a provocative spectacle of material culture that hails the virtual as an ideal form of relief from the everyday problem of what to do with all this stuff. In short, the idea of storage cannot be easily contained. The arsenal threatens to explode, even before a single artist has been chosen.

    Rather than attempt to streamline, the topic here serves as an empty drawer or attic, a data-space, into which many diverse notions of storage have been delivered. Of course there were criteria. Every box needs walls. All of the works in this exhibition involve materials or processes associated with keeping art over time. These papers and packages conjure three sites: the storeroom/museum, the archive/library and the artist’s studio, an intersection of both. The studio is the place where art is not only made, but stored and documented. As the works in DEEP STORAGE seem to prepare themselves to be remembered or forgotten, one of the larger themes that emerges is the construction of history itself. This art raises questions about preservation, and produces some startlingly mundane and imaginative proofs of what history might actually consist of.

    The exhibition’s particular circumstances, organized as a German-American exchange, prompted a reflection on these points of national origin. Instituting Kunst Geschichte as a formal and philosophical discipline (not just an aristocratic act of connoisseurship), Germany is the cradle of art historical practice. America is the place where Conceptualism first turned documentation into a new art form. Here, a small group of historic works stretch the show’s play of images and ideas beyond the present to early modern models of storage and archiving. The main body of the show begins in the 1960s to focus on art of the 1990s, where several computer-based works extend the issues of DEEP STORAGE into the twenty-first century.

    The results will read like an assemblage. Unlike a thematic show whose elements all riff off and return to an encompassing framework, this one constantly refers outside itself. The following essay, for example, includes a number of important artists whose work is not represented in the exhibition. This suggests that storage is a potentially endless topic and allows that this curatorial project is by no means definitive.

     

    Deep Storage

    If the gallery is the museum’s public face, the storerooms are its private parts – the place where art is collated, concealed, and kept from view. Of the museum collection’s obscure bulk, only a tiny proportion ever makes it into the light of exhibition. To visit the storeroom, where objects dwell cut off from critical aura, is to contemplate art in a state’ of temporal remission. Paintings hang in row upon graceless row, on rack after regimented rack. Sculptures mill about like excess baggage. In that other great repository, the museum archive, dead documents lie in a state of suspended insignificance. Ironically, the storeroom stirs with signs of life. The skin of the unwrapped package, the spectacle of an unopened container or closed file can be an arousing suggestion of unknown possibilities, with contents made desirable precisely through their inaccessibility. When artists deploy this imagery the results are “deep storage”: work which both anticipates its own future condition and reflects on past, often accumulative, aspects of the artists’ visual practice.

    Precedents for this art, as with so many others, lie stowed in a suitcase. Marcel Duchamp casually dismissed his project of the Boîtes-en-valise as mere financial enterprise – “small business, I assure you”[footnote=1]– an attempt to drum up a little cash. More recent valuations acknowledge the Boîtes as the first critique of museum practice: it “parodies the museum as an enclosed space for displaying art…mocks [its] archival activity…[and] satirically suggests that the artist is a travelling salesman whose concerns are as promotional as they are aesthetic.”[footnote=2] But the project seems to have been more self-consciously motivated than either claim recognizes.

    It was 1938; the war was encroaching, and Duchamp’s art had already proved vulnerable to accident. The Large Glass was cracked in transit between Brooklyn and Katherine Dreier’s home in 1926, though this was not revealed until the crate was opened several years later. What better place to preserve the past than a museum? And so Duchamp devised one small enough to fit into a suitcase. He commissioned printers and light manufacturers throughout Paris to make 320 copies of miniature versions of each of his artworks, customized a briefcase to store and display them, hastily packed the rest of his bags and came to America.[footnote=3] The task of assembling and editioning the Valises stretched beyond Duchamp’s death in 1964. In the end the project was not only autobiographical, a life-long summation, but anticipatory as well. As an artwork designed to be unpacked, the viewing of the Valises carries the same sense of expectation and event as the opening of a crate.

    The crate is, of course, a carapace and a coffin. In an increasingly international art world, works are routinely sealed up into protective bins and cartons to be jetted off to exhibitions and salesrooms all over the world. Entering the collection or returned to the studio, they are consigned to storage in this same secreted state, sometimes never to be opened again. Over time, the crate supplants its contents as the object under consideration, the thing which is monitored, moved, and maintained.

    Accelerating this eventuality are Richard Artschwager’s recent crate sculptures: empty wooden boxes that deviate only slightly from true art shipping form. An unlikely corner, sly angle, or jog in the silhouette embody the gestalt of Artschwager’s furniture-like sculptures and, resting in their chamfered frames, his sculptural paintings. Collectively, these funereal objects transform the gallery into a crypt, subjecting the history of Artschwager’s achievements to the crudest form of encapsulation. They adjudicate the roughest assessment of art as so much cultural furniture.

    Haunting the storage spaces of galleries, museums and auction houses, Louise Lawler photographs the object-inmates as they move from racks and rooms, wheel past conservation studios, pause in corridors, wearily stand on view, step up to auction blocks and shuffle back into the storeroom. A dormant pall hangs over these transactions, making the bustle of the marketplace and the dynamism of history into equally mythic properties. To watch the digital counters affixed to Ashley Bickerton’s sculptures, set during the ago-go 1980s and ticking away the seconds of a presumably ever-increasing worth, today seems only wistful.

    The sense of loss which is intrinsic to these critiques depends on a consensus on what’s at stake. (You cannot mourn what you don’t care for.) To this extent, the crate becomes a figurative presence. René Magritte made light of this potential in his pastiches of David’s Madame de Recamier and Manet’s Le Balcon, in which the subjects of the original paintings are encrypted into craftily customized coffins. Artschwager’s self-reflexive crates confront the viewer with the immediate presence of totems. With their plain pine facades, they recall something Magritte once wrote about trees:

    “Pushed from the earth toward the sun, a tree is an image of certain happiness. To perceive this image, we must be immobile like a tree. When we are moving, it is the tree that becomes a spectator. It is witness, equally, in the shape of chairs, tables and doors to the more or less agitated spectacle of our life. The tree having become a coffin, disappears into the earth. And it is transformed into fire, it vanishes into air.”[footnote=4]

    Marcel Broodthaers brings this imagery of identification to its most intimate disclosure, writing of a “deep storage”-style installation he created for his own Musée d’Art Moderne, Département des Aigles, Section XIXème Siècle, located in his Brussels apartment: “My crates are empty. We are on the brink of the abyss. Proof: when I’m not here, there’s nobody.”[footnote=5]

    Other artists seem more resigned to the ephemeral nature of representation. Rirkrit Tiravanija, for example, makes works as temporal as campsites. For one installation, he moved the contents of 303 gallery’s store room out into its exhibition space. In the now-emptied back room, he set up a small stove to cook and serve meals to itinerant gallery-goers. During his absences, dishes and pans indicated the artist’s imminent return. In the meantime, the space afforded by Untitled (Free) (1992) generously envisioned a world without storage problems.

    In many cases, the storage of fine art has become practically an art in its own right: crates and conservation measures sometimes seem more elaborate than the very works they are designed to protect. Captivated by its symbols, labels, and materials, as well as the mysterious forms it engenders, Martin Kippenberger has cultivated the beauty of fine arts handling. It’s a far-ranging aesthetic. Bins of the artist’s own canvases, shown as if jettisoned from the warehouse, are as romantic as ruined temples. The crates Kippenberger exhibits alongside his sculptures are so intricately absurd that, in the manner of the best gothic art, they defy common sense. Striped cardboard boxes exhibited like Donald Judd wall-sculptures are smooth minimalist icons. And a series of mummified works, wrapped in Kippenberger’s own customized packing tape, becomes archeological treasure, mysterious fetishes of some marginal sect.

    Taking this Egyptian preoccupation one step further, Jason Rhoades fashioned an entire installation of his artworks and possession as if entombed in a suburban family garage. While Kippenberger elevates wrappers to the status of artworks, Rhoades intimates that it’s all – art and sepulcher alike – so much trash. With Suitcase with Past Financial Endeavors (1993), a shabby version of Duchamp’s Valise, Rhoades conjures up a comic image in which the suitcase takes advantage of the first-class luxury of the contemporary art circuit. Packed meticulously by professional handlers, fawned over by devoted registrars, expensively insured and gingerly installed like a relic in a vitrine, this slacker suitcase filled with rolls of cellophane tape, magic markers, balled-up aluminum foil, chocolate “shitty pops” and vials of “wee-wee” will travel from gallery, to museum, to collection, taking an occasional time-out to relax in climate-controlled store rooms, a Beverly Hillbilly come to high-culture.[footnote=6]

    Occasionally an artist is invited to infiltrate the sanctum santorum. Museum exhibitions that feature artists as curators seem to have made their debut in 1970 with Andy Warhol’s “Raid the Icebox” at the Museum of Art, Rhode Island School of Design.[footnote=7] David Bourdon describes Warhol’s tour of the vaults:

    Warhol wanted the entire shoe collection. Did he mean the cabinet as well? “Oh yes, just like that.” But what about the doors? Would he allow people to open and close them? “Spectator participation,” Warhol murmured… One of the biggest surprises for Warhol was finding one of his own works…sharing a rack with two Charles Hawthornes and one Zoltan Sepeschy. “Doesn’t it make you sad to see all these forgotten artists?” Robbins asked Warhol. “…uh…”[footnote=8]

    A work’s fate once it leaves the studio domain can prove the source of some anxiety. Contemplating the unknown, Franz Erhard Walther took precautions against the possible mishandling of his First Work Series (1963-69). This multi-faceted sculpture consists of a suite of “before” drawings, the realized fabric sculptures, “after” photographs documenting these in performative use, and a sturdy shelving-unit for storing the entire ensemble. Altogether the piece serves as both museum and archive: a pragmatic minimalist structure that attempts to control its own physical and interpretive destinies. On a similar hermetic note are On Kawara’s date paintings, which come housed in their own cardboard boxes. Inside the lid of each box is affixed a newspaper page for the day in question situating the day’s work in a world of external events.

    Reifying a stored work’s existence through a paper-trail of photographs, sales records, loan forms, and letters is the archive. The archive was also Walter Benjamin’s great unfinished project: an attempt to organize the tidal waves of an ensuing modernity into a cohesive architecture of information and imagery. The inherent futility of this attempt, as each fragile structure slips beneath the crushing weight of the next oncoming wave, makes for an appropriately unstable paradigm in an age of mechanical reproduction that is itself giving way to the juggernaut of the information superhighway.

    For artists working from mediated imagery, as opposed to first-hand experience, archives are invaluable studio references. Eugène Atget, whose work was once primarily purchased by other artists and engravers as reference tools, referred to himself not as a photographer, but as an archivist. (Duchamp decided to give up painting to become a freelance librarian at the Bibliothèque Sainte-Genevèive in Paris.)[footnote=9] Among Joseph Cornell’s papers are neatly titled dossiers – whose subjects include “Claire Bloom,” “Clouds,” “Patty Duke,” “Peter Engels,” “Marilyn Monroe” and “Photography” – which he referred to and culled from for his collage. Likewise, Karen Kilimnik collects information on everything from “Andy Warhol” to “Waterbabies” as possible fodder for her scatter-style, collage drawings and installations. For both artists, personal obsessions sustain collecting impulses that give way to assemblage by way of the archive. For the collaborative team of Kate Ericson and Mel Ziegler, whose perfume Etês-vous servi? (1992) reproduces the scent of the National Archives in Paris, the repository is its own obsession.

    Working in an undefined interstice between archivist and artist, collector and curator, Douglas Blau maintains a vast accumulation of film stills, postcards, photographs, and magazine clippings, for use in his picture shows: installations of cycles of uniformly framed images lined up in neat rows on the wall. This format results in a deceptively simple narrative. It’s easy enough to read one image at a time (in both pictures someone is holding a book), or in a sweeping panoramic view (moving from pictures of individuals to pictures of groups). But it would be as impossible to reconstruct this idiosyncratic flow of information entirely as it would be to reconstruct a given film frame by frame, or a painting brush-stroke by brush-stroke. Thrown back on the curatorial project as a whole, Blau’s selections suggest that every exhibition should, to some degree, be read as a fiction that reflects an author’s predilections and is composed of what’s at hand and what someone remembered to dig out of storage.

    Sometimes the collecting impulse overwhelms the archival process. Instead of throwing things away, Warhol crammed his unopened mail and other casually-acquired ephemera into cardboard boxes, which he stowed in his home and studio. Currently being opened and catalogued at The Andy Warhol Museum, the Time Capsules’ contents would seem a historian’s dream – a post-marked paper backdrop to the famous artist’s daily life. Except that the staggering volume of the capsules reveals Warhol’s revenge, drowning the speculator in details of little or no importance.

    The artist’s life is a grand archive, in which every discarded receipt, marginal note, or studio scrap might some day be deemed tremendously significant. Besides Warhol, consider the Robert Mapplethorpe and Jackson Pollock/Lee Krasner Foundations, dedicated to compounding interest in their subjects daily through the availability and upkeep of archives. These archives spawn those other great testaments of worth, catalogues raisonnés, such as the giant tome just published in conjunction with the Bruce Nauman exhibition. Jockeying for control of the raw material are institutions like The Getty, which offers to pay living artists large sums of money for their dead papers. While these activities maintain and minister to a flourishing art market, with studios run like small businesses in the larger economy, the resultant accumulations of documents are also telling memory banks, demonstrating the ways in which historic figures are valued.

    The issue looms measurably in Meg Cranston’s Who’s Who by Size, University of California Sample (1993). These blank stelae portray the relative importance of a panoply of cultural figures, from Emily Dickinson to Mohammed Ali, according to the number of inches of shelf space they occupy within the stacks of the library at the University of California. With individual merit counting for little – Nikola Tesla is dwarfed by Thomas Edison, despite his substantial contribution to engineering – it’s the adage of the art review come true: when it comes to securing a place in history, perhaps it’s not so much what gets written as the number of inches racked up in print.

    When Sarah Seager approached the Smithsonian Institute’s Archives of American Art with Excuse My Dust (1992-93), she implicitly challenged the archival system of inclusion. Her donation of found correspondence written or received by the former archivist of the Huntington Library, was subtitled, Why do we circulate all these papers when everyone says it will make no difference? It tells of “…the archivist’s coming to terms with his wife’s nearly fatal bout of pneumonia” and in itself, serves no more or less a purpose than documenting a fragment of a facet of a otherwise untold story. However, housed in the Archives of American Art under “The Sarah Seager Papers”, they speak of a historical process that only selectively chooses its evidence from a vast arena of information, while the rest falls away into an ocean of insignificance.[footnote=10]

    Anxiety and dust provoke the archiving impulse. In the museum – the mausoleum most artists still aim to enter through their work – the recesses of the storeroom simultaneously beckon and bar access to history. Art that assumes the storeroom’s cladding and demeanor displays a desire to repose within the museum’s collection. At the same time, these works also elude the museum’s authority by inventing alternative systems of self-containment outside its ordination. These systems might be seen as individual struggles against time, or as simply autobiographical.

    The process of storing is always one of mirroring and self-evaluation. Whether that self is a cultural body, squirrelish individual, or Citizen Kane, “you are what you keep.” When these dual modes of internal and external assessment intersect in an art of impenetrable closure or inexhaustible accumulation, they attain an ongoing afterlife within deep storage.

  • “Sources.” The Puppet Show. Philadelphia: Institute for Contemporary Art, University of Pennsylvania, 2008, pp. 23-43.

    Sources 

    Dead, Drunk, & Dreaming

    The art of bringing dead things to life is how Kiki Smith, who was once a busker with a Punch and Judy show, relates her work as a sculptor to puppetry. Or half-life, since part of what makes puppets so compelling – and, to many minds, creepy – as objects is that they always appear to be as much dead as alive. Or drunk. Rirkrit Tiravanija was inspired to start using puppets after seeing a little performance in Germany at a men’s social club, where, by the time the show had began, everyone was inebriated, including, by extension, the puppets.[footnote=1] But who wants to see a puppet that isn’t a little not in charge of itself? The puppet that opens its eyes after everyone has gone to sleep is best kept to fairytales, nightmares, and film. Now imagine waking up in a world full of puppets.

    That’s one way of seeing “The Puppet Show,” as an exhibition that, when it first began to percolate more than ten years ago, looked to the margins of culture – to alternative performance venues, to the art history of Surrealism and the grotesque – to find its relatively idiosyncratic subject matter. Now puppets seem to be everywhere. Puppet theater flourishes onstage and in the streets, in countless productions on Broadway, and at Beck concerts, where four puppeteers perform at the front of the stage with a miniature version of the band.[footnote=2] ‘Puppet Cam’ video footage is projected onto a giant screen behind the musicians, showing the puppets making the local scene, checking out the sights, having cheeky banter, trashing hotel rooms, getting trashed, and generally acting out the fantasy everyone has of rock stars on tour – including, no doubt, the hard-working musicians themselves. On the silver screen, puppets star in Hollywood films; in the special-effects studios, animatronic engineers are called “puppeteers.” Meanwhile, their impact across realms of popular culture is fortified by new scholarship and critical thinking: from Eileen Blumenthal’s sumptuous world history of puppetry to Victoria Nelson’s Secret Life of Puppets, in which puppets are conspicuously absent as subjects.[footnote=3] Thus do they represent the supernatural, which is theorized as both a lack and the means of transcendence in a culture as material and secular as our own.

    The current proliferation of puppets and thinking about them is intrinsic to “The Puppet Show.” Even as the ranks of the checklist swelled and closed, relevant new work was being made. Last summer Kerry James Marshall, an avid master of new techniques, took the opportunity of an artist’s residency sponsored by the Wexner Center for the Arts to study Bunraku puppetry in Japan. In this tradition, the puppeteers are both visible and not – appearing onstage in black, sometimes hooded, attire – while operating puppets that are as famous for their ability to change guises and expressions as for the legend of a lifetime it takes to master, or serve, their exquisite articulation. Marshall’s forthcoming exhibition of live performances at the Wexner will fuse the ongoing narrative of his Rhthm Mastr cycle of works, based on African American urban life, African myths, and comic-book superheroes, with one of the most refined images on earth of the puppet as avatar. That Marshall’s puppets will be operated by local youths trained by the artist himself only enhances the Bunraku concept. Indeed, everywhere lately, puppetry seems to be part of the canon of performance, animation, and craft techniques for an emerging generation’s do-it-yourself productions. Thu Tran’s all-puppet (including the food) cooking-show videos have, for instance, been described as Martha Stewart Living meets Pee-wee’s Playhouse. And though this work is not in “The Puppet Show,” it joins in amplifying the exhibition’s claim that puppets signify like never before.

    So where does this imagery come from? What is it that has brought the metaphors of puppets so much life? A life that seems all the more vivid given that puppets, as objects, exist to be animated by the actions and meanings projected through them (puppets can perk things up). This is not to say that they are generic objects. Although in the minds of many, puppets are kept with childhood memories, locked and stowed in a chest to be opened only with anxiety or trepidation, in reality the specific imagery of puppets is dense and layered, historical and evolving, coded. This essay looks to the big picture of puppetry for sources and contexts called forth by the works in the exhibition, finding puppets to be far less peripheral than may have at first been supposed. Perhaps it is only we who have been asleep to their ever-watchful presence and meanings.

    Shit, Shadows, & The Über-Marionette 

    The source of the imagery of puppets in contemporary Western art starts with a geyser of images of puppets in modern European art. Spewing straight out of the bedrock of avant-gardism, Alfred Jarry’s play Ubu Roi either gains or loses its transgressive power when you learn that this allegory of anarchy was originally conceived as a puppet show. Furthermore, by the time King Ubu dumped his scatological first line, “Merdre,” the shit had already his the puppet stage. Not the little guignol theaters that merrily still dot –and dash – with their punch and Judy violence – that parks of Paris, but the cabarets, where puppetry was once a popular “Adults Only” form of entertainment. The stage at the Chat Noir club was inaugurated on Christmas Day in 1885 with a puppet show set in a family-run public toilet. Shortly thereafter, Henri Rivière established himself at the club, entertaining for over a decade the bourgeois and bohemian with shadow-puppet shows.[footnote=4]

    Renowned for its elaborately constructed silhouettes and stages three screens deep, Rivière’s theater was a descendant of the popular eighteenth century Ombres Chinoises, named for the puppets that came, like porcelain (and later gunpowder), from China to delight the French, who especially loved to see the Séraphin theater’s paper guillotine chop heads. Cousin to this shadow puppetry was the Phantasmagoria, a gothic extravaganza in which magic lanterns pitched shadows directly into space, engulfing audiences in a thrilling sense of the beyond.[footnote=5] Couple the two cousins to get the stock of early cinema and, among its most exquisite progeny, Prince Achmed. Considered the first animated feature, Lotte Reninger’s 1926 film is a shadow-puppet show. Long overshadowed by Disney cartoons on the one hand and modernist abstraction on the other, Reninger’s work is currently being revisited.[footnote=6] To watch The Adventures of Prince Achmed is to be struck by the sensuality of the “alarming forward women” on the island of Waq Waq; by the magical metamorphoses of the magician into a bat, a kangaroo, and a man; and by the alchemical experiment of film shot through sand, smoke, and wax. To watch it today, when artists are advancing narrative forms of all kinds – from comic books to miniature painting – is to be struck that modernism would yield one of its radical episodes through the conventions of a puppet show.

    Another artist to strategically deploy a fairy tale and puppet show was Sophie Taeuber-Arp, who, like Jarry, was a foundational figure of Dada, but of the Swiss stripe. In September 1918, Zurich’s Swiss Marionette Theater presented Taeuber’s production of The King Stag. With characters named Freud Analytikus, Dr. Komplex, and Urlibido, it was an allegory of contemporary psychology. And while much has been made formally of the totemic figures, relating them to Oceanic art and themes of primitivism, once again it is the imagery of puppets that is so arresting today.[footnote=7] The miniature scale is the conceptual space of the mind that mints the unconscious and dreams. The craft is queerly charming, the costumes feminine, the sets decorative. All those attributes that once diminished the work’s standing now assert its authority. The same might be said of Hannah Höch’s Dada and Alexandra Exeter’s Constructivist puppets: long may they ruffle the modernist canon.

    Fashioned from beads of wood turned on a lathe and cheerfully painted, Taeuber’s marionettes for The King Stag could be kernels for the abstracted human figures of the Bauhaus theater. Designs by Oskar Schlemmer, for instance, mask the body in armor of cones, cubes, and other geometric forms. Appropriately abstracted, performers become cogs in the “Mechanized Eccentric,” as Laszlo Moholy-Nagy expressed the Bauhaus ideal of a theater that dispensed with narrative, characters, and other literary encumbrances in favor of ‘a concentration of stage action in its purest form.”[footnote=8] Man, he continued, “should no longer be permitted to represent himself as a phenomenon of spirit and mind through his intellectual and spiritual capacities.” And indeed, Bauhaus performers do resemble puppets, or at least puppets as they were being theorized in modern drama.

    In his influential writings on the theater, Edward Gordon Craig disparaged naturalism and realism; he advised actors to accept puppets as their superiors and make them their ideal, then to strive to become the über-marionette, a term he coined around 1908. Such detachment also underlies Bertolt Brecht’s theory of epic theater, which he evolved contemporaneously with the Bauhaus in Germany (and which Jena Osman relates to puppet theater in her catalogue essay). Brecht satirized in futurism of the Bauhaus, which in its staged robotics probably would have given Craig, a puppeteer, the pip. For all three dramatists, puppetry epitomized the virtual in art, even then. Without the agency of the flesh or the distractions of feeling, the puppet’s artificial reality may be experienced all the more intensely. Ask any online gamer. The more objectified the experience, the more strings (or digital code) there are likely to be attached.

    Even before he was a teacher at the Bauhaus, Paul Klee started making hand puppets as presents for his son, Felix. Based on the German Kasperl theater – a sort of über-Grimm Punch and Judy – they had soft fabric bodies and hard little heads. And what heads! Made mostly of painted plaster – with bone, nutshells, fur, a tin can lift, and two electric sockets among the bit parts – the heads comprise an assemblage assembly of archetypes and caricatures. Between 1916 and 1925, Klee created fifty of these puppets.[footnote=8] After running through the traditional cast of a Kasperl play (adding a companion for Death, Mrs. Death), he invented a host of new characters: Pure Fool, Philistine, Eskimo, Electrical Spook, Buddhist Monk, German Nationalist. There is a self-portrait puppet, and others bear strong resemblances to Klee’s Bauhaus colleagues. Rendering the artist’s whole tribe, his folklore, politics, and other systems of belief onto ostensible playthings, Klee’s puppets perform parallel to his art’s abstraction into pictures that merely look like the imaginative world of childhood.

    One wonders if playing with his father’s puppets left little Felix Klee behind or ahead of the adult game Baudelaire pondered in his Philosophy of Toys: “The toy is the child’s earliest initiation to art… and when mature age comes, the perfected examples will not five his mind the same feelings of warmth, nor the same enthusiasms, not the same sense of conviction.”[footnote=10] To watch an adult artist grappling with this very dilemma, let your mind play through the well-worn footage of Calder’s Circus. The 1961 film of Alexander Calder animating his assemblage wire circus is filled with as much warmth and enthusiasm as the anxiety of compression. The sight of a big old bear of a man playing with tiny childish objects is a push through a keyhole in time back to 1927, when as a young American in Paris, Calder first performed the puppet show that would come to encapsulate a lifetime’s effort to make art as gratifying as a toy.

    Harking back to pre-Columbian times, puppetry was one of a myriad of folk and indigenous traditions put to the forging of modernism in post-revolutionary Mexico. One of the iconic artists of this movement, and lately an icon in general, Frida Kahlo played with puppets. In a photograph taken around 1950 by Juan Guzman during one of the many prolonged periods of recuperation from the accident that regularly confined her to bed, she operates a group of marionettes while a child looks on. Kahlo is decked out in full Mexicanista. The puppets are both a distraction for this artist’s brutal imagination and part of an overall show of Kahlo’s fiercely crafted identity as a modern Mexican artist. The degree to which this identity was alloyed with radical outside forces is signified by another photographic depiction, this time a series of photographs of marionettes.

    Taken in 1929 by the Italian photographer Tina Modotti, the series constitutes a portrait of the Russian-born puppeteer Lou Bunin’s adaptation of the American playwright Eugene O’Neill’s The Hairy Ape.[footnote=11] The play’s heavy-handed social commentary probably lends itself best to puppets, which could bring levity to the last scene, at the zoo. After an American named Yank realized he will never escape the political and class systems that hold him captive, he releases an ape that gratefully embraces him to death. In Modotti’s most famous photograph from the series, we see only the marionettes’ wooden controls, being operated by Bunin, his fingers tangled in strings. The metaphors of power, control, and manipulation by invisible hands of which puppets have been ever symbolic would become all the more personally and politically charged over time.[footnote=12] Both Bunin and Modotti had been drawn to the Mexicanidad movement. Nationally sponsored, Bunin’s puppet theater was supported in a way that eluded his work after leaving Mexico and returning to the States. In Hollywood, his career suffered first under McCarthyism, then at the hands of Disney. The company enforced a ban on Bunin’s puppet film adaptation of Alice in Wonderland to protect the release of their 1951 cartoon. As for Modotti, a year after photographing The Hands of the Puppeteer, she was deported from Mexico for her political affiliations. Continuing her work with the Communist Party, she moved to Moscow, then Spain, and eventually back to Mexico, where she died in 1942 under clouded circumstances. One might at this point even reflect back on the marionette as a signifier of the European culture that Mexico entertained and then rejected in the proves of becoming independent.

    The impact of Mexican muralism on Abstract Expressionism, its scale and gestures, is one of the scriptures of the American art history: Jackson Pollock participated in David Siqueros’s experimental Fourteenth Street workshop, and there Pollock first flung paint on canvas tacked to the floor. You have to read between the lines to learn that among the things being made at the workshop were giant street puppets that Pollock himself joined in parading through Union Square in a communist demonstration. That was 1936, and though Pollock was never again so explicitly political in his work, there was another brush with puppets. The traces remain clearly cut from a 1948 canvas that Pollock used to make a marionette figure. “It was a figure about eighteen inches high,” the art dealer John Bernard Myers writes, “cut out of wood, one each side of which, canvas was glued. Both sides were gaily painted and the figure seemed to dance as it hung from a string and turned.”[footnote=13] At the time, Myers was making a living as a puppeteer, performing with Tibor de Nagy. When the two opened their gallery in 1951, Myers and de Nagy joined the art world long dovetailed by their marionette theater. The first production was inspired by the Surrealist Max Ernst’s Kachina collection. “It was a Pueblo Indian fairy tale,” de Nagy later recounted, “charming, absolutely, charming, and very philosophical. John Myers played the witch. He may have sold the puppets, I don’t know… We stored all our marionettes at Larry Rivers’s studio on Second Avenue and they were stolen.”[footnote=14] Pollock’s puppet was not part of the Larry Rivers studio heist, though it has subsequently vanished, lost or destroyed by the Rivers children.[footnote=15]

    The Box, Bread, & Adult Theater

    In the creation of art, it is the puppet one makes of oneself that is most important. – Harold Rosenberg

    With Pollock’s lost marionette, the imagery of puppets careens into the postwar period and straight into Pop. So what about Andy Warhol? Besides the caricatures of him presiding over the factory like some evil puppeteer. (For that matter, speed up Hans Namuth’s film of Pollock painting if you want to see a puppet show.) Until his archival artwork of the Time Capsules have been fully processed at the Andy Warhol Museum, it remains to be ascertained if Warhol ever made a puppet. Or if his toy ventriloquist dummy survived beyond the artist’s memories of his invalid childhood: “I would spend all summer listening to the radio and lying in bed with my Charlie McCarthy doll and my uncut cut-out paper dolls.” Warhol definitely owned at least four puppets, a pair of which – his Richard Nixon and Spiro Agnew hand puppets – are in this exhibition. And he depicted one.

    Howdy Doody was the puppet namesake of the children’s television show that aired (in color) on NBC throughout the 1950s.[footnote=16] In Warhol’s work, Howdy Doody is one of the American icons in the Myths suite.[footnote=17] Superman, Santa Claus, Mickey Mouse, Mammy, Uncle Sam, the Wicked Witch of the West, Dracula, and, finally, Warhol himself make up the rest of the gang, whose silk-screened portraits scroll repetitively down the canvas like strips of film. It’s a timely work. Just plain “Howdy Doody,” one could say. By 1981, Warhol was seeing himself as more that just an icon of pop culture; he was a marketable commodity, too. In his day, Howdy Doody had endorsed brands of bread, juice, and margarine for a generation of child consumers who, now grown up, were probably more familiar with Warhol as a brand item or celebrity model than as an artist. Nor was Howdy Doody a puppet in the traditional sense, since Buffalo Bob Smith, Howdy’s voice and presumably his operator, was neither a puppeteer nor a ventriloquist. Howdy’s dialogue was pre-recorded, then played back on the air; his handling was a job for professional puppeteers, of whom there were plenty working in television during the 1950s.

    The industrial age of puppetry was well advanced, having dawned on Thanksgiving Day in 1927, when Tony Sarg’s puppet zeppelins joined the Macy’s Parade. A pop-cultural phenomenon in his own right, Sarg is described by fellow puppeteer and former apprentice Bil Baird as follows: “Tony by 1927 was America’s most prolific puppeteer, designer of children’s barber shops and restaurants, bon vivant and lavish party-giver.”[footnote=18] Dubbed by Baird “simply upside-down marionettes,” the floats were made of rubberized silk, filled with helium, and handled with ropes by groundling puppeteers. The first characters were mainly Sarg’s inventions, except for Fritz the Cat, a harbinger of hosts of future inflated personalities. Last year, the artist Jeff Koons’s Bunny joined the parade.

    The parade’s puppet superstar is Kermit the Frog. The creation, nay, alter ego of Jim Henson, Kermit started life as a tadpole purveyor of Wilkin’s brand coffee in a series of television sports that promoted a cup of joe with a dose of violence – guillotines, guns, and existential crisis were all dispatched – that only a puppet could make palatable. Barely. Even before that, Kermit, not yet a frog, was a green sock-shaped character on Henson’s late-night puppet television show Sam and Francis, which ran from 1955 to 1961 and is credited with turning the television screen into a puppet stage. Since Kermit morphed into a Muppet in 1958, he can be seen to have spawned an empire that encompasses everything most readily associated with puppets in popular culture: children’s education (Sesame Street), family entertainment (The Muppet Show), and fantasy films (Dark Star), along with the franchising and licensing that has translated the Muppet idea into a global product.[footnote=19] And in case time (or Elmo) had overly sweetened your sense of Helgen’s work, take a hit of the vintage 1970s stuff to get how true to puppetry’s origins in ribald, populist theater the Muppets are.

    A completely other puppet establishment is Bread and Puppet Theater. Coming out of an art-world context of Happenings and performance art, Bread and Puppet has deeply European roots. As does Peter Schumann, who founded the theater in 1963 shortly after arriving in New York from Germany. Tapping into puppetry’s origins in medieval pageants and mystery plays, Bread and Puppet spreads the faith of the counter culture. It’s signature puppets are larger-than-life in scale, with expressive faces and hands molded from clay; they are borne aloft by puppeteers who, with rods and stilts, use their whole bodies to perform with the figures in staged tableaux and narratives, in street parades and demonstrations. On tour in its 1963 school bus emblazoned with sunbursts and angels, Bread and Puppet Theater arrives like a blast from the past, conveying a whole other set of associations that puppetry holds with humanist culture and leftist politics – associations that might seem to make it too naïve or old-fashioned to be anything more than passing fun at the fair.

    To disabuse us of these clichés, please call on stage “Amy.” Tammy Faye Bakker’s proselytizing Christian puppet, whose uplifting repertoire includes such songs as “God’s Not Dead.” On a far more sinister note, witness the Nazi’s Kasperle plays adapted to indulge German soldiers in their deepest anti-Semitism. Granted, these are extremes, acts to bring on to make the point that puppets don’t stand by a single creed. Though for Schumann, the puppet that fails to rebel against some party line may as well be a person. “People exist as citizens, and puppets are insurrectionists and therefore shunned by correct citizens – unless they pretend to be something other than what they are, like: fluffy, lovely, or digestible.”[footnote=20] If this sounds naïve, note that Schumann’s Bread and Puppet Theater is as much an institution as Henson’s “Muppet Mansion” – so the company’s New York headquarters are known.

    Operating as a commune based on an old farmstead in Vermont, Bread and Puppet was a pilgrimage site throughout the 1970s and 80s into the 90s, when thousands convened every summer for The Domestic Resurrection Circus, a two-day festival in which extravagant allegories of protest – initially against the Vietnam War, and later against capitalist culture in general – were performed to apocalyptic ends and beyond. The Circus is over, but the insurrectionist theater continues.[footnote=21] Bread and Puppet even has its own museum. Filled with objects and ephemera of past performances, the barn is dedicated to the Art of Impermanence. As for digestible, Schumann keeps a daily ritual of baking rye bread in the outdoor oven. All are welcome to a piece.

    Schumann and Henson are almost exact contemporaries, yet it would be silly, as far as the imagery of puppets is concerned, to put in opposition work that is more productively seen within a totality. The general puppet assembly sued to convene biannually in New York for The International Festival of Puppet Theater: a month of performances, films, lectures, exhibitions, and cabarets at venues throughout the city.[footnotes=22] And every time, the Festival played to the same (old) news: Puppets aren’t just kid stuff. Listings were often rated for parents who could probably figure out that Theodora Skipitares’ “A Harlot’s Progress” was not a puppet show for children but might not anticipate the adult subject matter of “Tinka’s New Dress,” performed by the Ronne Burkett Theatre of Marionettes.[footnote=23] Under the auspices of the Jim Henson Foundation, the Festival ran from 1992 to 2000, having been inaugurated in honor of Kermit’s creator, who died in 1990, and his lifelong commitment to preserving and advancing puppetry in all its diverse, traditional, and innovative forms.[footnote=24]

    Grace, Jerks, & Faith

    Contemporary puppet theater thrives. But it’s not what came up in speaking with the artists about their work in “The Puppet Show.” There were exceptions, of course. In the annotated checklist that follows, those references are observed and specific connections are drawn. Significantly, a number of the artists had performed as amateur puppeteers. A few still kept puppets they played with during childhood. And in every case, sometimes when least expected, the imagery of puppets proved engaging subject matter. Paradoxically, it seemed that those artists who had commissioned professional puppeteers in the making of a piece were often the least interested in puppetry per se. Puppets were simply what was needed to convey the ideas and realize the vision of a particular work. It’s interesting to note, in this regard, how much contemporary art has become more analogous to filmmaking than, say, traditional easel painting, and that directors readily take recourse in the imagery of puppets. Ingmar Bergman noted that his whole life’s work started when eh was a child, playing with puppets and a magic-lantern show “(I) created a reality all around me the way I wanted.”[footnote=25] Fellini affectionately regarded the faces in his films as puppets.[footnote=26] More malevolent-sounding is Lars von Trier speaking of the set as “Trier’s puppet show.”[footnote=27] What one might extrapolate here is that no matter what kind of studio you’re working in, metaphors of control loom large when it comes to the art of making a picture.

    In terms of actual sources, one came up fairly consistently: Heinrich von Kleist’s “On the Marionette Theater.” Written in 1810 by a young German Romantic who shot himself in the following year, the essay explains the intellectual impossibility of a return to grace, which, Kleist observes, “appears most purely in that human form which either had no consciousness or an infinite consciousness. That is, in the puppet or in the god.” [footnote=28] However, it is less this Kantian conundrum that Kleist’s deconstruction of the human body that puts “On the Marionette Theater” in the (unofficial) reader for “The Puppet Show.”[footnote=29] The essay begins with Kleist’s astonishment at a friend’s interest in the “marionette theater, which had been put up in the market-place to entertain the public with dramatic burlesques interspersed with song and dance.” Or as Kleist later puts it more succinctly, “this vulgar species of an art form.” The friend, a dancer, proceeds to describe the parabolic movements and prosthetic mechanisms of the marionette – its “lifeless, pure pendulums, governed only by the law of gravity” – in terms that conjure cyborgs, on the one hand, and mannequins on the other. In short, Kleist’s essay anticipates the figurative modes that appear to predominate in art today, of which an important anatomy lesson was demonstrated in a 1993 exhibition called “The Uncanny.”[footnote=30]

    The show was conceived by the artist Mike Kelley as an “examination of a current trend, jumping on the bandwagon, if you will,” of a phenomenon he dubbed “mannequin art.” It showed the work of his peers (including Robert Gober, Bruce Nauman, Charles Ray, and Cindy Sherman) alongside that of historic artists (Hands Bellmer’s Surrealist “poupées,” for instance), with folk, funeral and medical artifacts, printed matter, and documentation. Collectively, these objects were charged to transmit Kelley’s equation of Freud’s uncanny and the experience of art itself. As formulated in the catalogue essay, this is “a somewhat muted sense of horror: horror tinged with confusion… (a feeling) provoked by an object a dead object that has a life of its own, a life that is somehow dependent on you and is intimately connected in some secret manner to your life.”[footnote=31] Puppets were not part of Kelley’s examination, though there is a reference to Max von Boehn’s Dolls and Puppets, published in the 1930s, which remains a classic history on the subject. Puppets’ miniature proportions disqualified them from the artist’s response to works that were directly human in scale or presence. Nevertheless, reading Kelley’s essay in relation to “The Puppet Show” is like wandering with a map to the wrong landscape with similar terrain. The correspondences are uncanny.

    Along the way, Kelley’s essay takes us to the Hollywood Hills, where 30,000 horror, science fiction, and special-effect items were once displayed in the home of Forest J. Ackerman. The collection, along with the intense sense of displacement, scale, and memory that Kelley experienced there, also came up in reference to puppets. It’s a subject Kelley has considered at length. Like Kleist’s interlocutor, he finds the movements of puppets fascinating, if far from graceful. The jerkiness of Jerry Anderson’s Thunderbirds, the 1960s British television show done in “supermarionation,” is characteristic. To master away that excess motion is to forfeit the hold puppets have on the grotesque imagination, a hold that is contiguous with the fear of watching the marionette’s precipitous movements lapse into an awesome fit.

    A Los Angeles-based artist, Kelley asserts puppetry’s claims across film and television.[footnote=32] For him Japanese “rubber suit” monster movies are nothing but puppet shows. Taken a step further or backwards toward puppetry’s sacred traditions, might Mothra and Godzilla be seen as the demons of nuclear holocaust and of industry run amok, performing in the mystery plays of secular culture? This is how Victoria Nelson would divine it: “In our officially postreligious intellectual culture, we miss the idols, too, and we have similarly aestheticized them… The repressed religious is also visible in representations of puppets, robots, cyborgs, and other artificial humans in literature and film.”[footnote=33]

    But puppets have always been instruments for broaching subjects that might otherwise be impossible to fathom or address. A therapist, that priest of our time, may ask a patient to use the puppets to show what happened. And who has not seen a political cartoon in which an imbecilic puppet President George Bush is being manipulated by a Dick Cheney puppeteer? This is child’s play compared to French television’s Les Guignols de l’Info, the puppet-show satire of world news. Credited with having helped Jacques Chirac win the presidential election in 1995 (by turning him into a lovable rube with the slogan “Eat Apples”) only then to turn him into “Super Liar” (the caped crusader of impossible promises), the show depicts President Bush as a babyish bully who lives in his bedroom lobbing beer-can grenades.[footnote=34] But puppet patriarchs can’t hold a candle in the wind of Austrian author Thomas Bernard’s screed against puppet matriarchs in the novel Extinction: “In Germany and Austria there are only puppet mothers, who spend all their lives relentlessly tugging at their puppet husbands and puppet children until these puppet husbands and puppet children have been tugged to death. In Central Europe there are no longer any natural mothers, only artificial mothers, puppet mothers who bring artificial children into the world.”[footnote=35]

    In life as on television, puppets can say things that, for instance, a man with a rubber dog at the end of his arm could not. If you catch “Triumph the Insult Dog” doing his abrasive shtick on Late Night with David Letterman, note how completely the audience focuses their attention on the puppet, even though the puppeteer is obviously standing right there. Curious how puppets hold that power even over ironic hipsters – though perhaps this is the most susceptible target. If you consider Matt Stone and Trey Parker’s television cartoon South Park as a crude hand-puppet show, the all-marionette cast of their movie Team America makes perfect sense. Plus, what more wicked way to put down the Hollywood blockbuster than to reduce it to Thunderbirds, where, for starters, there is no expectation that the acting will be anything but wooden. Moving forward with a current generation, puppetry is technology. Invented by hackers, Machinima is a cross between online gaming and computer animation that is conducted in real time by players who refer to themselves as digital puppeteers. The first major example, Diary of a Camper, 1996, basically put the gore-fest of gaming into a 90-second narrative frame. Since then, Machinima has generated a whole new media in film, one of its characteristics being that without the real time to render the details of every frame, characters appear to have trouble crying, hugging, and sitting. How much like puppets they are.

    Another online phenomenon is “sock-puppeting,” the assumption of a false identity to praise, criticize, or defend a person or position. Last year, an editor at The New Republic was fired when his sock-puppet “sprezzatura” was caught attacking bloggers who challenged his posts.[footnote=36] Might we call on the sock-puppet police to reckon with the giant Levi’s puppet over Reykjavik?[footnote=37] Creatively staged to look like random sightings captures on people’s telephone cameras, this viral ad campaign traveled the Internet as posts sent to personal computers by consumers themselves. Under the enchantment of a helicopter-scaled marionette in blue jeans, it’s easy to miss the corporate puppet plopped in front of the screen.

    Pull the camera back even further to take in the big picture now surveyed. “The Puppet Show” would appear to represent puppets doing today what puppets have done everywhere all along: subverting and transgressing, entertaining and educating, being surrogates and metaphors, conducting rituals and mystery, selling stuff. Yet what is it about the contemporary context that calls puppets so much to life? In the Indonesian wayang tradition, the puppeteer “wakes up” his shadow puppets by knocking on the wooden box from which he removes them to perform. What knocking awakes us now? Or is it more a matter of faith? That most pre-modern of terms made a triumphant return to these postmodern times in 2003 with Modern Procession, a public artwork by Francis Alÿs featuring more than 150 costumed participants led by a 12-member Peruvian brass band.[footnote=38] Like a traditional ritual procession, this one marked the way for pilgrims – pilgrims of culture that is, en route to MoMA Queens during the Museum of Modern Art’s renovation and temporary expulsion from midtown New York. Carrying in effigy modernism’s great reliquaries – reproductions of works by Picasso, Giacommetti, and Duchamp – the marchers were led by the contemporary artist Kiki Smith, who was carried through the streets on a litter like a religious idol.

    Francis Alÿs’s Belgian heritage ties Modern Procession, by a string, to James Ensor’s Christ’s Entry into Brussels in 1889. This colossal canvas of a masked mob of carnival revelers who threaten like dehumanized puppets to crush the messiah in its midst marks another milestone in avant-garde art history. Painted in 1888, just a few years before Ubu Roi stomped onstage, Ensor’s work is packed with caricatures of political and religious figures – as well as the artist’s friends and family, with the artist himself playing the visionary Christ. It was banned from exhibition, not for its radically scurrilous style, but for its symbolism. And here is another connection to Modern Procession, which is part of a sphere of work Alÿs has been developing since he moved to Mexico City in 1987 that he refers to as social allegory. Within this sphere, art’s meanings are conveyed less through images than actions, or scripts read through particular contexts. Alÿs writes, “If the script answers the expectations and addressed the anxieties of that society at this time and place, it may become a story that survives the event itself. At that moment it has the potential to become a fable or an urban myth.”[footnote=39]

    This script is useful to “The Puppet Show.” Not because the individual works in the exhibition necessarily function as social allegories, but because the term throws light, like a phantasmagoria, off the stage and into the audience, pitching into relief what draws us to the show in the first place. It points to certain social conditions – the diminished agency of individuals, the homogenization of mass media, the erosion of civil liberties, the government of corporate interests – that puppets seem instrumental in allegorizing, controlled as they are by unseen hands. Yet still, puppets? This imagery, which appears so antithetical to the complexities and ironies of contemporary life, what gives it such a pervasive hold? Perhaps it is the very directness of puppets as metaphors that signifies. This certainly seems to be a condition of “The Puppet Show”: the desire for allegory itself. With so many stories to tell, with sources accessible throughout time and place, puppets come to use readymade to abstract the dramas, mysteries, anxieties, and personas we might all project onto a shared stage. And in so doing, they affirm the relevant and liberating act of faith is takes artists and viewer alike to bring an image to life.

  • “Reflections on Silver Studios.” The Metal Party: reconstructing a party held at the Bauhaus in Dessau on February 9, 1929 / Josiah McElheny. New York: Public Art Fund, 2002, pp. 26-30.

    Reflections on Silver Studios

    In light of Josiah McElheny’s recent reconstruction, it’s a short hop from the Bauhaus Metallic Party to Andy Warhol’s Silver Factory, the pop studio environment in New York where a perpetual party reputedly took place from 1964 to 1968. Both were social spectacles of modernism with reflective backdrops: avant-garde events that merged art, fashion, music, dance, decor, even film.[footnote=1] The results were synthetic performance environments where every participant was also a creative constituent in a flow of actions and conversations (to say nothing of constituent participation in imbibing, ingesting, inhaling, and injecting). Together they advance an art history according to which parties signify as art. But what happens when the same retrospective light moves past the seemingly similar dynamics and meaning of the Bauhaus and the Factory and hits metal?

    The same year that Bauhaus students and faculty clanked and tinkled the Dessau Night away at a theme party devoted to metal, another silver studio environment came into being. Isamu Noguchi recalls the influence of his first meetings with Buckminster Fuller: “I first met Mr. Fuller, as I used to call him…at Romany Marie’s [a Greenwich Village artists’ hang-out and café] in 1929. Some time later I got an old laundry room on top of a building on Madison Avenue and Twenty-ninth Street with window all around. Under Bucky’s sway, I painted the whole place silver—so that one was almost blinded by the lack of shadows. There I made his portrait in chrome-plated bronze—also form without shadow.”[footnote=2]

    Reading this, one can almost see the chrome-plated head of Fuller dissolving into the silver backdrop of Noguchi’s studio. But even in less blinding circumstances, the Fuller head is almost impossible to see. The streamlined form appears to melt, like liquid, into its own reflective surfaces. (One writer recently likened the portrait to a car bumper.[footnote=3]) In so doing, it embodies the visionary architect’s machine-age aesthetic. In 1929 Fuller had just completed his plans for the metal Dymaxion House and was trying to find a means of having it industrially reproduced. Nochugi’s bust also makes manifest Fuller’s theory of the “fundamental invisibility” of “completely reflective surfaces.” As Fuller later explained it: “This fundamental invisibility was that of utterly still waters whose presence can be approached only when objects surrounding them are reflected in them…. Then only the distortion of familiar shapes in the surrounding environment could be seen by the viewer. In the brains of the viewer there would be induced a composite constellation of pattern information permitting the secondarily derived recognition of the invisible sculpture’s presence and dimensional relationships.”[footnote=4]

    Likewise, in a consideration of Fuller’s career, it’s the invisible impact of his teachings, writings, friendships, and other indeterminates that matter. He himself was completely unfazed when a geodesic dome—bolted together from venetian blind slat—collapse in the midst of a demonstration. Fuller simply dubbed it “the supine dome.”[footnote=5] This experiment was conducted in 1948 at the Black Mountain College, located just outside of Asheville, North Caroline. When it opened in 1933, the college had inadvertently assumed a legacy from the Munich Bauhaus, which had closed that same year after refusing to admit Nazi students, by bringing Joseph and Anni Albers from there to run the art department. Judging from all accounts, the events that occurred outside the Albers rigorous classroom curricula—the parties, lectures, meals, music, and other happenings—were as integral to the experience of Black Mountain as they were to the Bauhaus.

    Among the faculty who participated in the summer term of 1948 were, besides Fuller, Elaine and Willem de Kooning, John Cage, and Merce Cunningham. It was also the first of the three nonconsecutive years that Robert Rauschenberg attended Black Mountain as a student. Since he didn’t show up until the fall term, he missed both Fuller and Willem de Kooning. Rauschenberg says it was de Kooning’s work that inspired him in 1950 to paint the walls of his New York apartment/studio silver. He and Susan Weil, his wife at the time, were living on Ninety-sixth Street. As Rauschenberg told art historian Barbara Rose in a 1987 interview: “Betty [Parsons, the art dealer] came over to see some paintings. There was a man with her, looking very grim. Clyfford Still. She came into my studio with Clyfford Still. He didn’t even look up. We had problems. We had a Scottie that ate goldfish and stole butter. I had painted the house silver. I had noticed at the time Bill de Kooning would paint silver around the edges, the restrictions of an image on canvas. Noticing how well that worked, I had painted my house silver inside, thinking it might improve my own paintings.”[footnote=6]

    As incidental as this story may sound, it is also wildly suggestive. Four years before his first “Combines” upended distinctions between painting and sculpture, Rauschenberg was already thinking outside the frame. Three years before he asked de Kooning to give him a drawing in order to erase it, he was already consigning aspects of abstract expressionism to decor. Rauschenberg’s silver studio was short-lived—perhaps not enduring much past that studio visit, with eventually led to the 1951 gallery show that launched his professional career.

    Rauschenberg’s determination to engage de Kooning seems mirrored, a decade later, by Warhol’s determination to ingratiate himself to Rauschenberg. Let Us Now Praise Famous Men is Warhol’s elegiac 1963 silkscreen portrait of Rauschenberg, based on family photographs Warhol solicited from him. At the time, Warhol had not yet moved into the East Forty-seventh Street space that would become known as the Silver Factory, so-called after his assistant Billy Name covered the interior in silver paint and foil. Warhol had enjoyed the effect when he first saw it while attending one of Name’s home hair-cutting parties.[footnote=7] (Indeed Warhol, a wig-wearer, must have also enjoyed the experience of watching people getting their hair done in this silvery domain, as the party inspired him to make a new film Haircut, starring Name.) In January 1964, he asked Name to decorate the new Factory space just like his apartment, in mirrors and foil.

    The light on the Factory’s aluminum surfaces has a tarnished, campy glow, like burned-out movie screens. It is completely unlike the shiny brilliance of metal (and its promise) at the Bauhaus party, which is, furthermore, unlike the revisionist light of McElheny’s postmodern reconstruction. In short, as this brief metallurgy proves: not all silver studios are created equal! And yet, there they are, a surprising ongoing trope of modernism as reflected in metallic surfaces. What these spaces do seem to share in common, however, is a desire to collapse the distinction between different disciplines—to provide a single foil, if you will, for music, dance, painting, sculpture, haircutting, etc. to occur against. Silvering also speaks of the will to break down basic figure/ground relationships, to create new fields, or contexts, in which to perceive works of art—fields, like parties, where people meet, things happen, and maybe someone goes home and paints the walls silver.

    Acknowledgments.

    I would like to thank Geoffrey Batchen, Susan Davidson, Donna Ghelerter, Brandon Joseph, Walter Hopps, David White, and Matt Wrbican for their insights and interest in this essay.