Whats old is new (and vice-versa)
Adam Linder: Shelf Life, The Museum of Modern Art, New York (2020) Photo: Denis Doorly
Some of us are pleased, or at least are not surprised, when a gallery bets on mystifying new art. Who doesnt enjoy making discoveries? Because context is everything, it is a whole other proposition when a museum known best for its historical collections takes the same risks.
That is what the Museum of Modern Art is doing with its new Kravis Studio, a soaring gray cube dedicated to the presentation of media and the live arts. At the opening of the expanded building, the Studio gloriously housed a new variation of Rainforest V, a 1973 sound and sculptural installation by David Tudor that took supreme advantage of the gallerys advanced acoustics and lighting. People could wander through the “forest” of instruments (made of household junk) suspended from the ceiling or sit on benches; during performances a sliding door closed off access to adjacent rooms, totally immersing audiences in the environment.
No such luck for the Studios new, linked exhibitions, Shelf Life by the choreographer Adam Linder, and Force Life by the artist Shahryar Nashat. The Angeleno artists live together but usually do not work together. Not that this is a collaboration, exactly. The two works on view fulfill the Studios other purpose: to provide a workshop for younger artists to experiment and introduce new ideas, forms or technologies. (MoMAs media and performance curator Stuart Comer compares it to Fluxus group activities.)
At the 1 February opening, attended by a hardcore, inner-artworld group of artists, curators, dealers and critics, I did not respond well to Linders hour-long dance. Though a potentially transformative take on the tension between artificial intelligence and human intervention, ), I found the piece so deep in old tropes and so invested in the banal that I retreated to the adjacent gallery to watch the more precedent-setting film of Trisha Browns Man Walking Down the Side of a Building (1970), from a cushioned seat. During the live performance, there was room for a small number of viewers to sit on the floor along the sides; standing meant catching glimpses through heads.
I dont mind a little discomfort in art, but this piece tried my patience. The best part of Linders performance was the hinge action, when four dancers (out of six who rotate) made the changeover to Nashats video wall, accompanied by a disembodied female voice reminiscent of the robot that alerts the crew of a doomed spaceship of its imminent self-destruction.
I tried to think of the dancers as motion-captured, posthuman sculpture. It didn't help. Especially since Nashat had three actual, static sculptures of more visual interest right there, almost as stage props, with which the dancers did not engage. Yet I could plainly see that the Gen-Xers in the room were intently wrapped up in the proceedings. Because of that, and because Linder arrived with encomiums from performances in other institutions, and because this was MoMA, I went back a few days later with the Hammer Museum curator Aram Moshayedi to check my responses against his and the publics.
Moshayedi did not love the spoken text (a one-sided, morning-after phone conversation), but he and others were moved by the repetitive, robotic movements of the dancers, whom I still found unexceptional. If this werent MoMA, I might have expected less.
My companion appreciated Linders attempt to make dance about something other than a sensate human body. (Why bother?) And dismissed the pleasures of virtuosity when its displacement could reveal other truths. (Hmm.) Another curator judged the piece semi-successful, applauding Linders determination to imagine the Baudrillardian future in terms of dance. Point taken. But that is a future that doesnt interest me. And its here, now, anyway.
How effectively can a sanitizing museum of modernism—especially one with so storied a venue for the contemporary as PS1—mine the unsettled, or unsettling, art of this moment, about which most bets are off?
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