Push’n Pull – Hans Hoffmann and July Talk. What the hell is Painting and Beyond?
In relation to the exhibition „The Forever Now: Contemporary Painting in an Atemporal World“ (2015) Peter Schjeldahl writes about an exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art in New York, that it seems like „a futile effort to try to shoehorn painting back into a museum culture that has come to favor installation, performance, and conceptual and digital work.“ He ends his review by stating that „painting bleeds but can not heal“. So now, in his narrative, painting has become a wounded body that does not heal...a leaking body, leaking fluids...blood and milk. We thereby seem to be catapulted back in the Nineties, when global borders and axes of power went shifted while body fluids re-entered the white cube through abject art.
study, 2015. Oil on canvas, 20 x 20 cm
This text is written partially in response to a question at a recent talk:
YOU MEAN LIKE THIS?? Weirdest doll in Weimar. 2014, 30 cm x 40 cm, oil on canvas.
I studied painting in New York. Mostly our classes were based on some version of the original Bauhaus introductory courses. Painting was taught as a series of technical and formal exercises, to which one usually found ones-self attaching some sort of personal content. My professor from over 20 years ago, Robert Berlind, who recently passed away, was fond of saying: „The way to paint is to paint. The way to start painting is to paint. There is no other way.“ He painted landscapes for his entire adult life, over forty years of green variations. So, there was no conceivable outside to painting for a painter in his mind. I left New York City after being based there for 11 years, in early 2002. I loved reading Ottessa Moshfegh's "My Year of Rest and Relaxation," because I clearly remember the disconnect between the stuff of life in this city and this mode of painting, sketched out by Robert Berlind.
My most interesting and influential professor in New York Judith Bernstein. I also was lucky enough to study with Jane Dickson for a semester.
There's a cloud in my kitchen. 2015, 150 x 200 cm, oil on canvas.
Clouds for Hera. 235 x 200 cm, oil on canvas, 2011.
Above: Delilah (Waiting) 2000. 80 x 110 cm, oil on canvas (sold).
I had opened my first and last show in Manhattan on September 3rd, 2001 at Denise Bibro Gallery in 2001. Then I watched the scenery before my kitchen window in Brooklyn change, as the World Trade Center was erased, 8 days later. We could smell the cloud hovering over the cityscape for weeks, as we walked past photocopied images of people who had disappeared taped to the walls in the subway...
Suddenly, the milk cartons had nationalist slogans on them: „United we Stand“.... and such. So I painted that.
And then I left for Berlin.
dolls, dolls, dolls (in Weimar) 80 x 60 cm, 2014
dolls, dolls, dolls (in Weimar) 2014 80 cm x 80 cm, oil on canvas.
Bunkerfon, 2017. Oil on canvas, 30 x 40 cm
Like so many of the students I later had the privilege to teach and mentor at Bauhaus-Universität Weimar, and the University of the Arts, Berlin, many of whom had been politically active in their own countries before coming to Germany, I had already had my doubts about a life plan based on Robert Berlind‘s, as much as I respect him and his work. Forty years of green while the world was falling apart. I just couldn‘t do it.
Elkins describes the shock of the slow pace experienced by scholars encountering materiality in an artist studio work. He says:
"Art historians who are new to the studio can find their minds racing like the engines of cars stuck in ice.“
„Slowness is painful. It follows that the experience causes anguish: nothing, it seems, is being learned, and no thought can find expression without being dragged through a purgatory of recalcitrant materials.
Studio art can become a kind of chronic, low level pain, where the mind is continuously chafing against something it can not have. Academic thinking – the running equations, the scintillating conversations – aim to be as free of that pain as possible.“
Instead of striving as far away from this moment of academic frustration, it is as if we artists who looking for painting AND BEYONDwere willfully placed ourselves in revisiting this moment of a mind racing while being stuck in ice and over again when we work as artistic researchers. We search for this material resistance of a painterly artistic practice that Elkins calls "pain". We need it and want it.
Painting locates the person doing the mark making in the here and now and then transmits that physical embodied here and now in the form of a mark into the future, it becomes an actively created trace of a person engaging in a conversation on painting that is at least 30 000 years old.
Above, walking paths, some of which have become roads, on the island of Crete. Below, walkway on the former border between East and West in Berlin at Alexanderufer, from the Frauenklinik to Futurium We inscribed ourselves into memory and space in Walking from Weimar to Berlin, walking 267 km in 6 days in 2015.
It is as fundamental as walking, whereby the body, often in groups and repeatedly, when the same path is walked over and over again, through gravity inscribes itself into the ground it is walking on.
I founded my own artspace arttransponder.net with colleagues in Berlin in 2005 and funded projects that dealt with questions of participatory art at the interface to other disciplines until 2009, when I was hired to teach Public Art and New Artistic Strategies for 6 years at Bauhaus-Universität, Weimar.
Here, I chose to focus my artistic research practice on painting and drawing with human milk as art material - at the edge of other disciplines, primarily urbanism and medicine, for example.
Making is thinking. Antifascism is manual labor, someone recently said, and in my opinion, it starts with small, incremental conceptual work with material resistance on the ground. This type of work dissipates fear, says Helge Oder. I have addressed contemporary themes of painting and technology by producing prints in human milk and painting obsolete technology and contemporary assault rifles in milk. I sliced apart films into film-stills and covered them in milk and then re-animated them. I smuggled frozen milk across borders and made paintings with my own human milk and I walked 267 km in 6 days in solidarity with a student project that was then presented at Gorki Theater in Berlin...