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Century City
Tate Modern
Genesis; Exhibitions past Paris, Vienna, Edinburgh
City exhibitions are not
new. In l977 Centre Georges Pompidou, Paris embarked upon a great
series of three exhibitions, exploring interactions. Paris-New York
(l977), Paris-Berlin (l978), and Paris-Moscow (l979), These great
exhibitions (Paris-London was notably absent) had of course, a political
motive: the centrality of Paris was explored in twentieth century
culture, as never before, and re-emphasised in the process.
Pontus Hulten, as Commissioner commanded a global
audience and acclaim. Paris-Berlin explored the period l900-l930.
Each exhibition was notable for the superb catalogues produced,
which ran to close on 600 pages each. Only the Musee dArt
Moderne of the time could command such resources. These books remain
collectors items today, irreplaceable as source books for
artists, curators, and scholars alike .
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| Traum und Wirklichkeit: The original concept
drawing by Hans Hollein. The figure on the left of the Kunstlerhaus
facade is based on 'Medizin' by Klimt and the representation
on the right is a model based on the Karl Marx Hof housing |
Equally memorable, in l985, was the Austrian
exhibition Dream and Reality (Traum und Wirklichkeit)
Vienna 1870- l930, which travelled to both New York and Paris. This
had in fact followed the exhibition Vienna 1900, held
at the Edinburgh Festival in l983 (S.I Vol 196) This earlier exhibition
had perhaps suffered from the artifice of the date 1900. For Dream
and Reality, the appointment of the architect Hans Hollein
to organise the process of culture into a visually cohesive whole
permitted this contribution to the curatorial display to form a
greater whole than the separate parts. Indeed, as Hollein was to
describe his city exhibition at the time;
it is then an exhibition of tangible
objects which function as metaphor for a dream which became reality,
and there followed a reality which none who was there at the time
ever dreamed of.
The exhibition was composed of twenty-four elements
and themes.
Original material is not laid out simply to
impress the spectator with its authenticity but it should also encourage
association and communicate the complex association of ideas, also
carrying such relationships via their symbolic force
as 'icons', Reason and emotion must carry equal weight.
Century City, this months offering by
Tate Modern, seems at first boldly ambitious of breaking new ground,
and like the Paris megashows of the l970s, to be seen as a
bid for its host city to be realised as the centre of the universe,
not only as a consumer of taste but an arbiter in the process, and
so be predominant in the current ranking of arts centres in the
world. Indeed, the Curator Lars Nittve in current pronouncements
has sought to pursue a free flow of partially spontaneous, yet unresolved
curatorial inspirations. Nittve claims that Coherence is not
the most important thing if you do something that is really wide".
And in contrast to Holleins Vienna(as above) there are no
tangible objects as metaphors. Instead, says Nittve at Tate Modern
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| Lars Nittve |
'I almost have a dream that someone will sit
down and actually study, maybe as an academic study, the different
curatorial approaches that you will find in Century City.'
Such mundane dreams may satisfy the curatorial
appetite for gratification by perpetual movement on the fairground
of international merry-go-rounds, and they convey the urge by curators
to rival one another when the exhibition can be their text, chapter
and verse. But that understanding of metaphor and icon in the narrative
is non-existent in the process.
CHICAGO /SAO PAULO 1973
One might go back further, to l973 Chicago,
to realise the nature of curatorial innovation, to understand how,
in the Sao Paulo exhibition Made in Chicago, the essence
of the city was creatively plucked by local curators on small resources,
to allow interaction with SaoPaulo.
Chicago snubbed New York then, by mining local
sources and traditions of Chicago. Instead of competing with local
native artists, they incorporated them into their own movement.
As two writers for Studio International then, Derek Guthrie and
Jane Allen rightly surmised at the time (Studio International Vol
186, No .960, Nov l973), this was directly relevant
to one of the most chronic cultural problems of the twentieth century-
that of the conflict between modernity and regional cultural traditions.
Any artist today must decide what to do about Picasso, about Duchamp,
about Pollock, about Oldenburg, even if his decision is to ignore
them. But if an artist comes from a third world nation, and must
also contend with non-Western artistic traditions, his task of finding
an identity as a contemporary artist is that much harder. "
That new regionalism of the l970s USA seemed
then to focus appropriately upon vanishing species, victims of the
post-industrial world, whether urban artifacts, flora or fauna.
In the case of Chicago it is the urban sub-cultures of the first
half of the twentieth century, and their living remnants that have
attracted the artists attention. If you have ever lived in
an unrenewed section of a large city a neighbourhood of homes
sporting bay-windows with ornamental shades partially obscuring
enormous lamps; of old dime stores, cigar stores, lingerie shops,
B-Movie houses and girlie shows then you may have some concept
of the urban nostalgia animating the Chicago artists going to Sao
Paulo. Nostalgia because such neighbourhoods in Chicago are
fast falling victim to the squeeze between the expanding black ghetto
on the one hand and high class urban renewal (to contain the ghetto)
on the other."
What mediated here then, between dream
and reality, too, was "Connoisseurship of the vernacular-
the twelve (Chicago) artists most important common characteristic
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And here too the vision and the connoisseurship
was that of the artists themselves, but only orchestrated by the
curators. It is this foundation of authenticity in direct, on-street
experience that Century City, despite the wide view
of Nittve, has utterly failed to conjure up, to plumb in its essentials.
It seems, in the rush that none of the lessons of these previously
celebrated precedents as city exhibitions have been observed, at
Century City. Indeed, precedent studies simply do not figure . Instead,
we find a remorseless, self-satisfied patronage exercising full
sway in the hands of the curatoria, seemingly also disengaged from
each other by Nittve, to avoid any claim of coherence.
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| La Ville de Paris (191012).
Robert Delauney |
CITY MENUS
The cities were thus selected according to mysterious
priority, and upon each was imposed a curatorially or academically
identifiable period, as follows;
Paris l905-1915.
Vienna l908-l918
Moscow l916-l930
New York l969-l974
Tokyo l967-l974
Lagos l955-l970
Rio de Janeiro l955-l969
Bombay l992-2001
London 1990-2001.
An equally valid list might include Berlin,
Sydney, Bangkok, Shanghai, Los Angeles, Chicago, Amsterdam, Mexico
City and Milan.
But it did not. Furthermore, it seems the common
basis for city selection imposed a major constraint on some, in
particular Lagos, impossible to include on any basis of parity with
the predominately Western cities. Lagos can only have been chosen
on a curatorial impulse, or imperative, to represent
black Africa: and it is embarrassing to all, not least of all to
Nigerians of course. Bombay (introduced by the commissionaire at
the door, so to say, as Mumbai), focuses display predictably in
a Sunday supplement manner, on Indian film, and with a similar mealy-mouthed,
obsequious patronage, which does little to reconcile post-colonial
traumas. Accordingly such swathes of political correctitude prove
irritatingly counter-productive in the main context of Century City.
Charles Correa has said,
Every day Bombay gets worse and worse
as a physical environment... and yet better as a city."
And yet this metamorphosis is never explored
in the exhibition at first hand, only through the filter of celluloid
fantasy. Why Bombay (Mumbai) was not brought to a dramatic climacteric
was here a missed opportunity. So it ended as a cul-de-sac. Yet
the curatorial obsession here with game rules takes the weary visitor
through what is not primarily a political maze (which true Metropolis
must be ) but a political chessboard. This totally contradicts the
exhibitions founding purpose. Rio, by contrast seemed bleached,
sand-white, abstracted in content. The same low-income millions
who characterise Mumbai are here curiously muted, abstracted particles
of a socio-economic substratum theory.
FULL CIRCLE
The journey seems only now to lead back to the
point of origin, as in Naipauls cautionary tale, The
Enigma of Arrival. The teams of curators, fanning out from
the Tate Modern Terminus seem, despite their best efforts, only
to present the differentials of metropolitan twentieth century culture,
guiding us obediently back to base. If the message of Emma Dexter,
in her London sectional introduction (surely to be the tour-de-force)
is that "culture is becoming flatter" tear up the flat
earth map. If, as she says "the cross-fertilisation between
art and advertising, design and fashion is now seamless, and runs
in both directions" rip it off, peel it apart again. A strongly
pungent whiff of nouveau petit-bourgeois is overwhelmingly
present with such pronouncements.
DEPARTURE LOUNGE
Early reviews of Century City have been almost
universally depressing. But Tate Modern really can feel like Euston
Station, turbine hall as forecourt. So it remains at present. The
white-coated curators have passed through, the trolleys are gone.
Its midnight. On the clapperboard of city destinations, the times
and places seem scrambled . The New York 1969-l974 is stationary,
since customers wished only to reach l962-l968: understandably l969-l974
was not a goer. Some of the l955-l970 crowd wanted Kingston, Jamaica,
not Lagos, Nigeria. Tokyo is also a damper, since l967-l973 belongs
elsewhere: or rather Tokyo could just choose any time since l950,
after all, and zoom. Vienna however was packed with
refugees from the aforesaid chaos pleased at last to see impeccable
curating, nor could Moscow l916-l930 other than draw the crowd,
as always.
And London? The effort to avoid a celebrity
coach and keep the press guessing seemed also to be one last anti-climax.
Trudging through the whole itinerary, its good at last to get out,
up the ramp, and see all around, a real city of our dreams. A city
in which curators, have been the tools rather than the arbiters
of patronage, and yet which is curiously, continually - yes- thats
the word- coherent.
Michael Spens
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