{"id":8075,"date":"2013-08-05T06:12:00","date_gmt":"2013-08-05T06:12:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/a-desk.org\/2013\/08\/05\/not-yet-understood-another-trip\/"},"modified":"2013-08-05T06:12:00","modified_gmt":"2013-08-05T06:12:00","slug":"not-yet-understood-another-trip","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/a-desk.org\/en\/magazine\/not-yet-understood-another-trip\/","title":{"rendered":"Not yet understood. Another trip round Venice"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nRegarding the two-way association that arises between curator and critic, David G. Torres once commented that curating is a way of doing art criticism \u201cfrom the inside\u201d. Regardless of whether one agrees or not with this statement the bipolarity that occurs amongst most of agents in the art world is undeniable. Stretching the exercise of mutual inclusion and abstaining from opening up yet another voice within a growing debate, with certain art events (those lumped together under the prefix of macro) it\u2019s possible to propose, not without some daring, the other side of the dilemma. That criticism becomes curating. It\u2019s clear that by this we would be reducing curating to the simple act of selecting. The choice of some works over others within an exhibition. These types of conceptual contortions are possible within the framework of Herculean exhibition formats such as the Venice Biennale, to give not a random example. Or maybe it\u2019s the result of a frustrated desire for the unprecedented: to say something that isn’t already a commonplace when beginning to make a commentary, yet another, about the most celebrated art event of these months. <\/p>\n

So, what to say about an exhibition (with all its possible appendages) about which so much has been said, is said, and will be said? Should one write yet another chapter vehemently calling into question, for the umpteenth time, the validity and pertinence of a territorial taxonomy in art? Demonstrate again with a reliable argument that contemporary art is yet another scenario, where the actors don\u2019t play under equal conditions, where Western hegemony always congratulates itself on introducing an \u201cother\u201d to the plural mass? Talk about hospitality as a political question and a double-edged sword? Fall into an unavoidable encounter with a touch of nationalism and propose another reading, yet another, about a pavilion that coincides with the critic\u2019s origins? Or failing this, seek out a pavilion that has barely been mentioned and grant it a niche within the analyses of international critics that always emphasise what is common to the territorial place? Call into question this encyclopaedic knowledge that the Biennale pushes, a holistic form of knowledge that was rejected by Deleuze decades ago, making use of Umberto Ecco in his put-down? Propose a sub-curatorial itinerary by way of media and formats, validating \u2013 even without wanting to \u2013 the pre-eminence of the signifier over the signified? Or on the contrary, link artistic proposals according to subjects and objects of study? <\/p>\n

We could try a route that follows artists who dare to use performance; those who, thanks to the echoes of aesthetic modernism, still believe in the validity of painting or sculpture; or those who have so much information to reveal that they need the heterogeneity of installation. Choosing a format that traces a chaotic route through the videos of the Biennale. Thereby talking about; Camille Henrot and her \u201cGrosse fatigue\u201d, Ed Atkins with \u201cThe Trick Brain\u201d, Bouchra Kahili by way of \u201cWords on Street\u201d, the spectacular incursions of the artists in China\u2019s pavilion into complacent digital animation, “History Zero” by Stefanos Tsivopoulos for the Greek pavilion, and Ryan Trecartin and his video-opera, \u201cNot Yet Titled\u201d as an exhausting d\u00e9nouement of the curatorial line that occupies the spaces of the Arsenale. One could just give up trying to find a consequent line with which to elaborate a critical judgement based on the enumeration of works, artists, pavilions and countries. And stick with Trecartin and his sadistic \u201cNot Yet Titled\u201d, a sort of purgatory for the visitor. And for the critic. Locate ourselves in a dark room, with four videos that construct four separate spaces in which some visitors, taking advantage of the comfort of the display have a quick snooze, involuntarily practice the relational of a non-relational aesthetic.<\/p>\n

Why Trecartin and not any other art project within the aesthetic overload of the Biennale? Because going back to the beginnings of this text, the artist (from the USA for those interested in provenance: born in 1981, for those who sympathise with the dodgy binomial of youth and creativity, in collaboration with Lizzie Fitch and others, for those who distrust the onomastics of the singular) supposes for the one writing this an Achilles heel: that of talking\u2013or rather mentioning in passing- something that one doesn\u2019t fully or in principle understand. Something that one neither approves of nor rejects. Something that isn\u2019t easily assimilated if one leaves aside the oblique of \u201clike\/don\u2019t like\u201d. <\/p>\n

“Not Yet Titled” is described within curatorial policies, as sculptural theatre, as a survey of the sensationalism of television, as hysterical realism, as an x-ray of the contemporary life of a shopping centre and the superficiality of relationships in the digital bubble. Three of the videos that construct this opera, that is not just audio-visual, one supposes are aesthetically akin to Trecartin\u2019s usual work, marked by a chromatically and auditory saturated, impatient, adolescent madness. The irritating screams of the protagonists, the excess makeup and fluoride, the identity transvestism, the uncomfortable framings that bewilder the spectator, the forcefulness of the highly substantial, banal phrases. The fourth, a rara avis dominated by a nocturnal vision, flirts with \u201creality\u201d only in appearance through the adventures of various adolescents. The temporally lysergic zone with which Trecartin occupies the Biennale, manages, or at least awakens, the alienation of the spectator \u2013 and the critic- who endeavours to find out what all this atrezzo is about, or does so dozing in the overload, in order with a bit of resolve, to move onto something else with the sensation that there are still projects that remain illegible even with the reasoned practice of knowledge. <\/p>\n