The
Turner Prize 2004
Until December 23; Tate Britain, London
You might have noticed that documentary has clawed its way back from
po-faced, kipper-tied, grave-yard slots on late-night TV. Youve
probably also noticed that its enjoying a cinema renaissance,
spearheaded by films like Touching the Void and Fahrenheit 9/11. But
who would have guessed that documentary would rule the roost at this
years Turner Prize exhibition?
Its an odd show. Each artists space leads to the next
through a narrow grey corridor. The first three are colourless and
grave, each concerned in their own way with our precarious world order.
Having navigated your way through them you emerge in the fourth space,
where a blast of loud, flamboyant colour hits you like a sudden bolt
of lightning on a dreich day.
Its like a punchline to a joke you dont understand. Its
like a clown popping out of the coffin during a funeral. It leaves
you wondering how art can look so out of place in an art gallery.
Lets go back to those documentaries. Jeremy Dellers is
the first room of the show. Although hes London-based, Deller
is represented by the Modern Institute in Glasgow, a healthy sign
of the citys growing artworld profile.
Deller is probably best-known for his reconstruction of the Battle
of Orgreave, a pitched battle involving armed police during the miners
strike. That work typifies his approach of working with different
sections of the community, orchestrating events with social significance,
without controlling them.
While not wanting to detract from the importance of this kind of approach,
it doesnt work well in the gallery. The street parade which
the artist organised in Spain was probably a very valuable contribution
to the area, but all we get is a relatively dull video by a local
youth group.
Equally, Deller has commissioned a series of understated memorials
to forgotten individuals and groups which were put up in sites around
England. Again, what we get has only a fraction of the impact: some
photographic documentation and directions to get there.
The work for which Deller was nominated is Memory Bucket, an elegant
documentary about people in Texas. A Waco survivor talks frankly to
camera, and so does a Quaker who is demonstrating against George Bush.
The owner of Bushs local diner tells us what his favourite meal
is. Its charming, its sincere, but at the end of the day,
I wonder if its much more than a reasonable bit of television
production.
While Dellers room is a crowded mix of thoughts, events and
histories, the next artist has restricted himself to just one work.
Kutlug Ataman, born in Istanbul, is primarily a feature-film director,
but he also makes video art. Unlike Dellers self-contained documentaries,
Atamans installations are heavily dependent on their gallery
context. His themes are the time-honoured favourites of film-makers
and artists alike: identity, memory and truth.
Walking into his room, you immediately notice that the floor has gone
soft its carpeted. Six video screens hang casually from
the ceiling, at angles to each other so its possible to watch
a few at once. Youre encouraged, by the furniture and soft flooring,
to sit at the feet of one of the six storytellers. These people are
filmed, handheld, from below, to complete that sense that you are
in a traditional storytelling environment. It works: I felt rude when
I walked past a character on a screen which had no audience clustered
around it.
The subject of the work is reincarnation. Each of the six storytellers,
from an Arabic part of Turkey which borders with Syria, can vividly
remember their past life. They relate their experiences as nephew,
as father, in a matter of fact way. They describe how their old families
have accepted them with their new bodies. They describe their own
violent deaths, and how they have visited their own graves. They tell
you that their memories are like a film. You end up hopelessly confused
about which of their two selves they are talking about, and with that,
Ataman has done his job.
The next room is my favourite (and the bookies rank outsider).
Artist couple, Langlands and Bell, were commissioned by the Imperial
War Museum in 2002 to explore post-war Afghanistan. After two weeks
in the country they made work which might seem restrained, but it
leaves a clear imprint on your mind.
The first thing that struck the artists was the number of agencies
which had set up shop in Kabul a whole 280 of them. A slide
show churns through photographs of the many wooden signs erected by
the organisations, a huge number of them written in English. The artists
have gathered all the acronyms and abbreviations and reduced them
to a single corporate font, bringing them together in banners and
photographs. The result is sinister. We all know about the modern
War Machine, but have we thought about the agenda of the Post-War
Machine?
A video by the artists of a trial in Kabul has been removed from the
exhibition because of legal advice. Thats how topical it is.
The defendant in the video a human dog has
long since been executed, but its his warlord boss whos
now under scrutiny.
The main work in the room, for which Langlands and Bell were nominated,
is the House of Osama bin Laden. Having taken photos of bin Ladens
last official residence, the artists worked with a games developer
to turn it into an interactive environment for us to explore. With
a joystick you can navigate through the dry dust of empty bunkers
and rooms, trying the trigger button occasionally in the hope that
something exciting will happen. Of course it doesnt, because
this is not a shoot-em-up.
I was alarmed, a few hours later, to see a tube poster advertising
the latest computer game. The sandy, dusty remains of bunkers were
identical to bin Ladens, the landscape the same. What differed
was the presence of soldiers and helicopters, and the heroic challenge
of ensuring global security. The empty, ambiguous, abandoned
version in Tate Britain had seemed much more real.
Having worked through this maze of undiluted seriousness, from Dellers
Bush to Langlands & Bells Bin Laden, youll see now
why the exuberance of the last room comes as such a shock. The outrageous
colour, pattern and energy of the work are like a party thrown at
the most inappropriate time.
With his painting, sculpture and choreographed video, Yinka Shonibare
is actually closer to conventional artforms than any other artist
in the show. Indeed his sculpture, The Swing, specifically pays homage
to a Fragonards 18th century rococo painting of the same name.
But after three sobering rooms of home truths, and away truths, its
difficult to embrace such sensuous extravagance. Art, in its conventional
role as something visually rich and luxurious, becomes hard to stomach.
Dazzling gestures seem wrong for our times.
The irony is that while Shonibare revels in visual sensation, he is
deconstructing it at the same time. His painting pulls apart the supposed
visual and social purity of minimalism and abstract expressionism
both white male domains. The colourful batiks around the room
are far more than decoration they are Shonibares shorthand
for the complexities of colonial history.
Batik, worn as a badge of African pride, was in fact made first by
Dutch people, and sold to Africa by English colonisers. It has an
even more ambiguous role than tartan, for some a cultural identifier,
for others a romantic fiction. It is in part a cheeky response to
the art teacher who once told Shonibare he should incorporate African
motifs into his art because of his African roots.
Most of the artists have produced brand new work for this exhibition,
and Shonibare has made his first ever film, an elaborate silent ballet
reworked from a Verdi opera. The story is of a king who starts a war
for domestic political reasons, and is much hated by his people. This
is no coincidence: Shonibare shares the same apocalyptic concerns
as every other artist in the show. It just so happens that his come
with frills on.
The winner will be announced on December 6
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Black, Sunday Herald 24.10.04