whitehot | March 2009, The Third Mind American Artists Contemplate Asia
Paul Kos, Sound of Ice Melting, 1970, Two twenty five pound blocks of ice, eight boom microphone stands, eight microphones, mixer, amplifier, two large speakers, and cables. courtesy Paul Kos
The Third Mind: American Artists Contemplate Asia Have you ever heard the sound of ice melting, in a gallery? When the ice in question is two twenty-five-pound blocks and it’s picked up by eight microphones and amplified through a pair of tube speakers it sounds almost exactly like static. You have to concentrate to hear it, as it is an installation—aptly titled Sound of Ice Melting—erected in the entrance of the Guggenheim rotunda, where its subtle yet persistent buzz carries on underneath the rising and falling cacophony of visitor commotion. It is perhaps a perfect jumping off point for The Third Mind: American Artists Contemplate Asia, as it is a work that quickly makes visitors conscious of the periphery of their experience, in a way is what the art in this exhibition is about. Going out to the edge of existence, letting go of control, seeking emptiness, a spiritual wholeness, a process of creation that can cleanse one’s consciousness: these are the pursuits of the American artists whose work currently fills Frank Lloyd Wright’s clean white coils, and it thanks to the curatorial rigor and thoughtful scholarship of the Guggenheim curators that we can now see this period of art through the lens of Asian influence. So at the heart of the exhibition there are two conundrums: that of attempting to frame the influence of eastern thought within western parameters, and that of displaying work that was created against rules of categorization in a categorically themed exhibition. If I were a Taoist artist I might take note: the way to get your work into a museum is to make work that is not meant to be in a museum. But western curators are none to shirk at the difficulties of using a new lens to view familiar art, and so what if it distorts the view? It provides a new perspective, and isn’t that wholeness of vision what we’re all after? It might as well have been Picasso’s creed when he began moving his easel around his model, giving birth to what critics would call cubism. So if the curators push up against an old boundary, if their work expands our perception and takes us, if only for a moment, outside of our standard experience of art, then their work resonates with the nature of the art on display, which (Asian influence aside) seeks to acknowledge and expand the periphery of our experience. And when you think about it there is no place more appropriate for this sort of exhibition than in Frank Lloyd Wright’s colossal coil, which itself seems to be a reckoning of linear organization within a cyclical pattern.
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