Saturday, October 2, 2010

Dirk Skreber on Ego and Humility

-Exhibition No. 2 Graham Walker (aka Dirk Skreber)

Slide show of exhibition.

Press Release:

Exhibition no.2 is one of an unknown number of ongoing exhibitions at unknown locations.

Over a decade ago I came across a centuries-old Chinese story about artists who, once they began to achieve fame and success, cut all ties with their names and took on new ones. Their desire to work under a new identity instead of basking in their fame and wealth impresses me immensely, and I have great respect for those who committed to this decision and its aftermath. The philosophical depth of this act is immeasurable. While I am in awe, however, I could never do it myself. The permanent consequences of such an undertaking, while certainly daunting, are not alone what would deter me.

What ultimately would prevent me is the emotionless discipline that is required to carry out such a deed, a discipline that is strange and incomprehensible to contemporary western civilization. Not knowing the story’s origin makes it even more fascinating to take a close look at its fundamental meaning. Upon analysis, it soon becomes clear that the values and actions of artists who did this are quite out of sync with those of most artists living in the western hemisphere; the former desire independence and freedom, while the latter accept their dependence on the market and wealth.

Those that did this subordinated the ego to humility in an act of self-abandonment to artistic dignity and, more often than not, poverty. For the others, however, the ego is the point and the art itself becomes beside the point. Those who did this are constantly building upon their will to concentrate on the thing – the ideas, the work, the practice – and on nothing else. For the others, success and decadence diffuse artistic practice and dedication, and they consequently remain submissive to the power and allure of the market. Jonathan Meese is one of the only young artists today who is addressing humility and who talks about art as being something larger than the artist. He interprets art as an undoubted but indescribable entity that uses the artist as a medium through which to emerge.

John Frankenheimer’s Seconds is an exemplary depiction of characters struggling with this same notion. In it, a middle aged man (John Randolph) buys a new identity from a dubious agency, which includes a new face and different body. He wakes up as Rock Hudson

living as a painter in a neighborhood resembling The Hamptons of Long Island. The agency takes care of all aspects of his production process. His neighbors do what he did as well. Incapable of adjusting to his new life, he tries to get another identity with the help of the agency. He has already broken his contract, however, by visiting his former house and speaking to his former wife, and the agency therefore decides to off him.

In both stories, the consequence is to become unable to talk about your past or who you have been and I could never go that far. Exhibition No. 2 examines the impossibility of this experiment: If executed, you can’t ever talk about it because it’s part of the experiment not to.

Dirk Skreber Amanda Schmidt 2010

1 comment:

  1. this is so intriguing. i cant wrap my head around this stuff. being on and off the grid. fame or money aside, i think it is something that certain personalities grapple with. certain personalities seek space, other personalities seek people (and of course lots of grey in between; everyone can use both.) i also am attracted to shifting identities (one person can be one person one place, someone else somewhere else. sanjit showed us this movie selig with woody allen, its an interesting movie, too. i need to check out Seconds. it would seem almost schizophrenic/ ultra zen master-esque to completely re-enter newly a completely new life. adapting to a new environment without abandoning personal history is already challenging enough. and maybe not so bad, either, as long as the cultivated past history is not so bad (at least in memory).