I went to see the new Gustav Metzger exhibit at the
Cubitt gallery the other day. Visually it was predictably underwhelming. A conveyer belt in constant rotation, some bundles of the Guardian collecting at the end, a reproduction of Klee’s
Angelus Novus crudely taped on the wall, etc. Themes of progress, history, justice, yada, yada. Despite being the retiring sort, later on Metzger will give an interview, so the curator told me. I’ll probably give it a miss.
The problem with Metzger, as it is with many artists/theorists who work on the ‘fringe’, is that by legitimizing what is marginal they sacrifice the original quality of that object by rendering it a prop. This is particularly true of his erstwhile auto-destructive art where the employment of rust, corrosion and decay on a canvas was meant to mirror a society in turmoil. An unfortunate mix of Mill and Kantian ethics meant the project was aesthetically repugnant. A shame, rust, as I have written elsewhere, requires no further justification. Phenomenologically, it is already complete in its incompletion.
In the dialectic between plasticity and the real, (where plasticity means the wholesale affirmation of the generic and reproduced), the supposed bond between the real and the marginal is enforced. Thus, in everyday space, the regularity and order of city life is broken by spaces which subvert and evade order. On the one hand, this is achieved in the inversion of what is already ordered. That, for the Situationists, is how the city becomes spontaneous; by
rereading the city. On the other hand, a retreat from regularity into the space of ambiguity and uncertainty is seen a critical space in which the rationality of order is contested.
In the space of decay and ruination, there is an obvious withdrawal from regulatory as things undergo a loss of form and as the distinction between the familiar and the unfamiliar is blurred. Through falling from its previous function, and so outliving the use originally conferred upon it, the ruin transgresses and subverts our everyday encounter with space and place. In the space of regulation, boundaries are delimited and linear. Thus, being in place means knowing the limits of that place. So long as those limits are respected, then indeterminacy is evaded and the impression of space as
productive can be maintained.
To the ruins themselves then! Unfortunately, it is seldom that a direct, lived experience of the ruin is achieved. Instead, a manipulation of their character is enforced until the ruin is either usable in a social context or otherwise justified as contesting plasticity. Thereafter, the ruin becomes a novelty; something that startles us but simultaneously maintains a distance through having a legitimate purpose.
Here is an example of this 'romanticization' of ruins; a recent book on industrial ruins which alludes to the possibility of ruins becoming subversive anti-tourist sites: “Ruins are spaces of defamiliarization which disorder the veneer of local appearances; rebuking the purposes to which the buildings were originally put” (p. 25). So far, so true. Before long, however, Edensor introduces notions of ‘escape, playfulness, adventuring’ into the scene so that ruins “present opportunities for carrying out leisure practices which would be frowned upon in more regulated urban space, activities characteristically based around physical expressiveness, the transgression of normative relations between people, space and things, and around affective collective endeavours that tend towards the carnivalesque” (p. 30).
Rendering a ruin
rational serves to annihilate its core. In claiming ownership of ruins (where ownership means conferring a static image on it), the ruin loses what is originally peculiar to it – its
movement. Instead, it transpires not as an artefact but as a dead artifice, the likes of which become museum ‘pieces’. This is the problem for the fringes: they too easily give themselves over to a prop like presence in which a kitsch (or carnivalesque) aesthetic is never too far away. The romanticization of ruins, which even Tarkovsky succumbs to, satisfies only a passive aesthetic engineered to appease only the barest criterion of aesthetic judgement. So be it: often, 'delight' is enough. In that passivity however, the question of
ontology is left notably unasked.