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Goldsmiths
David John Beesley
MFA fine art
Part time year four
2016
Post Millennium
People
Contemporary Ballardian art
Post-Millennium
People
Contemporary Ballardian Art
David John Beesley
The plethora of accolades that are cast in J G Ballards shadow dwarf Ben
Nevis in British literary criticism and public admiration, the man was pious to
exploring the written form. Prophet like, Ballard has captured the British post
contemporary landscape like no other. His influential tentacles reach into
linguistic form and then morph and change the thing to create and shape
something fresher and provocative, Ballardian: dystopian, urban, wise and
psychologically devolutionary.
This explorative essay will look at post millennium artists and thinkers,
to examine how Ballard has shaped the darker side of artistic practices and
thinking about how do deal with the ever approaching near present.
In author John Greys book Straw Dogs, Thoughts on Humans and other
Capitalism demands more, and sensibility tells us on a finite planet the modes
of capital function in disregard of the sensible. Where affluence is the rule the
chief threat is the loss of desire (Grey, 2002, 163). Our spheres of influence
are highly penetrated from the power structures that abuse capital. Post
Internet communication is allowing a more critical discourse of the
information that is presented by the mass media. The Arab Spring was
successful, in part, in bringing political change through the use of mass IT
communication. Corporate criticism flows on the pages of the Internet;
youtube video documentaries can offer us alternative educational insights, to
the one provided by the state and mass media.
Where the social and economic maelstrom meanders through the ebb and
flow of global histories. Ballard shows us what could happen in the recesses of
humanities mind and surfaces into the real. Millennium People, by Ballard,
shows a group of Middle class, well to do, activists of lecturers and doctors
bombing Londons cultural hubs, newly recruited David Markam asks one of
the activists what they do:
Im a fund-raiser for the Royal Academy. Its an easy job. All those
CEOs think art is good for their souls.
Not so?
It rots their brains. Tate Modern, the Royal Academy, the Hayward
theyre Walt Disney for the middle Classes
But you swallow your doubts?
Im going to resign. The work here is more important. We have to set
people free from all this culture and education. Richard says theyre just ways
of trapping the middle class and making them docile. (J G Ballard, 2003, 61)
responsibility and private education. It is the middle classes that turn the cogs
and allow capitalism to flourish. They turn to terrorism to bring about change.
For me, Millennium People, which is one of Ballards later, alternative
present future novels, sits so close to the truth now, that they are
masturbating each other under the table: Conservative austerity measures, the
rise of Occupy, the richest 1%, cash for honours, the struggling middle class,
and for those at the very bottom, we have food banks to starve off death in
weekly instalments. Millennium People, for me has the strongest possibility of
actuality.
Paradox, discusses in great detail, how individuals can acquire power, and how
that power ultimately can turn into an addiction. Mark Fishers Capitalist
Brian Catling: Performance artist, sculptor, writer and painter, allows his whims
and wills to create his art. One work in particular stood out for me as a work
of Ballardian dystopian performance - Quill 3.
One evening, I meandered into an evening of performance art at Raven
Row Gallery. There was a large group of people in a smallish space at the top
of the gallery. A large sheet of paper stood upright, tied with an elegant
ribbon that dominated the room. An assistant of the gallery entered the room
and untied the paper from its vertical standing position. The ribbon suggested
something pre Victorian, something middle class yet rough around the edges,
the beautiful remaining decor and style of the building adding to the sense of
time placement; we were going to witness something very pre internet,
something analogue, something caressing baroque. The paper was placed on
the floor. We had gotten there early and I found myself a good windowsill
perch to view the proceedings the crowd grew after a while a whirling
sound faintly engulfed the audience, then a strange claw type artifice entered
the room. Closely followed by and attached to the artist. Catling was wearing
a moody expression, negative and slightly sinister. The claw, leading, hovered
and shook as he slowly moved towards the window. Getting closer to me I
could see the end of the claw, the fingertips of the sculptured glove were
attached to small motors, whirling round, these mechanical superfast merrygo-round fingertips were leading the performance. They were grey in colour
with large white feathers protruding from the backs of the fingers, wires
leading into his large dark suit. The Quill was his hand. The Quill was
mechanical steam punk; it was an impotent writing implement, its spinning
sexually frustrated fingertips maintaining its aggressive frequency.
Brians demeanour is closed and thoughtful, he moves over to
the window and slowly lets the speeding fingertips contact the glass, the
rebound forces back his hand, but he attempts again slowly and frequently
He moves back and starts walking around some of the audience, eyeing them
up with the claw still leading the procedure. He moves round again and stands
aloft the large sheet of paper. His free hand moves and thumbles in one of the
outside pockets of his large suit jacket. A sprinkling of black liquid comes out
of some of the fingertips, joyfully playful with the audience, a smuttering of
ink is sprayed around then a huge splurge erupts out of the fingertips, Ink
ink is flung onto the paper and surrounding audience from the motorised
clawed fingertips. A Catherine wheel of ink engulfs the paper and audience
members. As the inky waterfall moves from a frothing rapid to a drizzle,
Catling bites the feathers with his teeth and pulls them off his hand and spits
them onto the giant ink sodden page. When all the feathers are removed he
skulks off slowly into the next room leaving a few over eager members of
the public wishing they hadnt been so eager for a good spot.
The work makes me think of a type of mythology with prose and meaning.
Quills were used from the 6th to the 19th Century; we have a strong romantic
and nostalgic association with them. For me, Quill 3 has a frustration with the
speed of technology and the concept of human progress. Its didactic in its
warning; an allegorical call to arms. Catling is testing our values, his aggressive
stare probes are we, the audience, driven by the technology at hand - in
this case the motorised driven fingertips. Are we led by technology? And of
course we are we all are. John Grey writes, Faith in progress is a
superstition () Science enables humans to satisfy their needs. It does nothing
to change them (John Gray, 2002, 155). The inky ejaculation from the
fingertips is a metaphorical cacophony of language, old language, the material
of the written word spilled and flung in every direction calling for thought of
action. The machine is broken. Look how it couldnt contain language look
to the pool of ink of gazillions of written voices never to be heard. Catlings
work is a warning to the idea of human progression through technology. This
is why he rips off the feathered quills from his motorised claw at the end with
his teeth, and spits them into the inky mess. In evolutionary prehistory,
consciousness emerged as a side effect of language. Today it is a by-product
of the media (John Gray, 2002, 171). Catling spits out the old devices of
language into the mechanisms of language - a Luddite act. As Neo Liberal
ideology commodifies resources and utilities, our voices have little effect on
the minds of those who control the strings, the power elite the spilled ink is
political agency prematurely ejaculated. These are the unformed powerless
words of the 99%.
Catling is well aware of Ballard, and hes aware of our political agency.
Hes playing linguistically with linguistics. The aesthetics of the work
incorporates the written, but the written is gobbledygook. The Simulacrum a
layered stratified image of reality, that is in itself an image of reality, and the
semiotics at play blend to show a lack of trust in humanity and language. An
ontological rhetoric, that meaning, just like language here, is scrambled, but
found within the individual, the viewer. The ink sodden page, the thing left, is
the thing of our cultural production, an overload of information of history.
Capital Commotions
Static; both harsh and soft fills the void, slight angular guitar sounds;
the heavy static reminds me of radio waves on my old Roberts portable world
service radio. In Ballards writing, he is still using analogue technology in this
story; the shift in digital technology could never have been imagined in the
1960s, and it fits well within Plums work. Intermittent drum beats start to
penetrate through it perpetrates the static Something slightly tribal is felt,
half heard in the distance. Then, over time, increases in duration as does the
static, as the sound of a rough voice hems in, but it too might be more
electronic screeches and sounds no, definitely a voice, the sound of
someone singing scales. A panning of electric sound distorts the sound scape;
it fades outand leads us into the third section
The sound of wind and heavy breathing lightly fill the void with verbal
mutterings, this could be Mangon again, slight clicking then a clear
distorted voice is heard muttering with low frequency animal squeals,
repeating: a dog or wolf cub in distress a low fade out, with lightly sprinkled
low distortions lead us to the end of the piece, no crescendo just fading
away
Millennium period; we are traversing of the realms of capitol, its murky and
we need large wading trousers, the hyperreal has faded away with these
works the hype is lost. It is pure dystopia. The sounds and fizzles represent
the lack of clarity of the present; fear penetrates the work and the human is
something ancient, history as a plethora of opposing human ideologies, needs
and acquisitions that are never met.
For me, both the works I presented so far, chime with Mark fishers Capitalist
Realism. The widespread sense that not only is Capitalism the only viable
political and economic system, but also that it is now impossible to imagine a
coherent alternative to it. (Mark Fisher, 2009, 2) The power of capitalist
realism derives in part from the way that capitalism subsumes and consumes
all previous history: one of its systems of equivalence which can assign all
cultural objects, whether they are religious iconography, pornography, or Das
Kapital, a monetary value (Mark Fisher, 2009,4). I believe these works are
artistic representation of the fear to Capitalist Realism. They are cultural
signifiers of rejection and discontent of the present. They show and adhere to
John Greys ideas of Non-Progress. They both share the same placard, which
reads: the end of history is nigh.
In linguistics, the intention of the author (or in this case musician) has
been contended as unimportant to the overall meaning within a work. A
Critical Realist stance finds this a non-commonsensical stance to take if one is
looking to explore the Ontological realism within a work. If we look to the
ontology of a work of fiction, then the authors intention, interlaces throughout
topics in society, ones which are undeveloped and need refining. A refining
that can only happen with future developments in its field of production, and
its sociological interactivity. The art acts as narrative with a playful element,
where an audience is allowed interaction with the process.
This work is a hybrid in narrative technique; here an audience
determines the ending. I had books like this as a child, and to see this work
reminds me of a type of LARP (Live Action Role Play). An audience is
encouraged to process the information and make moral judgment to the
presented dilemma, which falls around potential real world conflicts. This is
socially engaged art.
As mentioned, the audience always finds the algorithm not guilty: one
case being the students had the choice not to accept the job in the first place,
the most common being, that it is actually the coder of the algorithms who is
responsible. Audience members who wanted to find the algorithm guilty, felt
that they wanted to set precedence, so that in the future, coders would be
more carful in their coding. The jury was never conclusive its decision.
The work brings on notions of where an algorithms potential lie in
other aspects of a future society? Driving cars may be on the horizon, could
AI medical procedures also come into affect? The work does what good art
should, be full of meaning and ask questions.
Simulacra Slippage
liberalism is being contended. Works of art and writing, of the future present,
will have to examine aspects of: time, histories (as in global histories),
perception, ideology, psychology and philosophy to grasp at what is the real.
These personal values scope and shape our social maps, the map is not the
actual territory, but these works can include both. A multilayering of these can
get close to Baudrillards third correspondence of Simulacra and science
fiction. A synthetic, and non-synthetic, assemblage of form and ideology, and
in our current global social climate, Ballardian, is a large part of that jigsaw.
creating contemporary art. They fit Bourriauds list of speculative demands only adding the metaphysical to the list. The spiritual (understanding how ones
actions have wider effects in the world) applied to science fiction takes
Ballardian concepts, and something akin to that which Baudrillard speculated
about in his third level of science fiction, a new level, a level closer to reality,
because they traverse understanding of the present and speculate on possible
greater understandings of our reality, which is exactly what Bhaskar pushes
for in his ideas of Critical Realism. Inge Henneman speculates on what a
Critical Realistic art could be at the closing conference of Critical Realism at
STUK art centre 2005, So, when it comes to move people, which is the aim of
critical realism for me, then you also need poetry, metaphors, fiction,
imagination and all kinds of frames (Henneman, 2006, 123). Henneman, I
believe is correct in theorising assemblage theory to broker new forms to
describe our present reality, an incorporation of linguistics and semiotics,
blended with historical referencing to understand the real, and in our present
predicament of agency, Ballardian is I believe a key part within that discourse,
add spirituality into the mix, and you promote ways to tackle the problems of
power and the ego.
Bibliography
Texts:
J G Ballard, 2003: Millennium People, Flamingo
J G Ballard, 1973: Crash, Fourth Estate
Web pages:
http://eprints.lib.hokudai.ac.jp/dspace/bitstream/2115/33579/1/40(1)_PL161180.pdf accessed 10/8/2016
(Teruhiko Nagao, 1991: On Authorial Intention, E D Hirschs Validity in
Interpretation revisited, unknown)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5TIyheQk7c accessed 25/7/2016
(Critical Realism Webinar)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MNNuaqguoYM accessed 30/7/2016
(G J Ballard Interview)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YGHZPg-19k accessed 6/5/2013
(Roy Bhaskar Interview)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGCiqqT9uo8 accessed 12/8/2016
(Derrida Lecture)
https://www.theguardian.com/society/2016/jul/18/millennials-earn-8000-poundsless-in-their-20s-than-predecessors accessed 4/8/2016
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2014/jun/20/jg-ballard-daughtermother-couldnt-mention accessed 6/8/2016