This is a continuation of
my Tuesday interview
with artist/philosopher Ann Klefstad.
EN: You were an early part of an arts
community called Fluxus, taken from a Latin word that means “to flow”… What was
Fluxus all about and how did it influence you?
AK:
I definitely was not an "early
part" of the arts community called Fluxus, though I am a part of a group
of followers of the movement that lives on the web with occasional forays into
what is often called "the real world." There is a fair amount of
debate over what this group of artists should be called: Fluxus? PostFluxus?
Young Fluxus? Some original members of the group think that no one should be
allowed to use the name except members of the original group.
Fluxus
was an international art movement started by George Maciunas in the '60s, which
incorporated music (John Cage, Henry Flynt, many others), performance art (lots
of people including Dick Higgins, Joseph Beuys, Yoko Ono, Ken Friedman), visual
art (Robert Rauschenberg, Ben Vautier, George Brecht), mail art (Ray Johnson,
Robert Filliou, many others) and other stuff, including word experiments etc.,
that were picked up by groups like the OuLiPo and Harry Mathews and more.
It
was a period of incredible ferment in the 60s and 70s, largely below the radar
of the semi-official arts community that was pushing big museum-bound abstract
painting and sculpture, secretly promoted by (of all people) the CIA to
establish the cultural (and financial) dynamism of the free American art world.
What people think of as "radical" about the '60s art world
(abstraction, minimalism, gigantism) was actually far more conservative than
Fluxus and other movements and groupings that were trying to establish a place
for art in everyday life, rather than in investment-bound galleries and
corporately supported museums.
In
any case, two original Fluxus members, Dick Higgins and Ken Friedman, were
intrigued in the early '90s with the potential of the web to foster groupings
and art play like Fluxus. So they started what at the time was called a
"mailing list": just an email list of people to whom all postings to
the list would be sent by email. Very simple and primitive, in keeping with
everyone's very slow dialup connections. There was no web site or anything like
that – this is when "web sites" were sparse, and the hip thing in
websites was the Jodi collective, who did goofy visual things with HTML code.
So
early on, when this mailing list had only a few members, Gunnar Swanson, a
professor of graphic design at UMD, recommended I join it, so I did, as I knew
about Fluxus from back in the 70s, when I followed it through the magazine Art
International (US art mags didn't cover it much). Years before, in the early
80s when I lived in San Francisco, working in a bakery nights and wandering
around during the day, I had started to do various Fluxus-inspired kinds of
street art—walking backwards all one afternoon through Nob Hill streets; on my
way home from a bakery shift at 5 am, carefully placing eggs under the
windshield wipers of cars on my street like parking tickets; the next week
doing the same thing with oranges. Just things that would crack the façade of
the day, let in a little surprise, pleasant uncertainty.
I also started to do drawings again then too. Fluxus was never "against" things like painting, not being very religious about style or manner. I lived up the hill from Chinatown and so the materials available to me were Chinese. I bought them and used them to make ink paintings on sheets of Chinese thin laid paper. The street stuff just kept the spirit alive—you know, kept me off the treadmill. It reinstated the hope for everyday miracles that creativity depends on.
And Fluxus is still an important influence for
me. A few years back (2003, I think) the Tweed brought to Duluth a
retrospective of Dick Higgins' work curated by his daughter after his death. I
curated a show of new Fluxus event score works to run with it called "The
Secret Life of Fluxus"—because there are many artists all over the world,
connected by the Fluxlist (which still exists), who still practice Fluxus modes
such as the event score: this is just a set of instructions, which, if you
follow them, will produce the work. We produced a couple of these works for the
show—two of Dick's (a performance work and a choral-music take on one of his
text works composed by Justin Rubin) and a performance work written by a Duluth
artist—I can't remember who just now! But it did involve a BB gun, a sheet of
tin, saltine crackers, and whistling.
Unearthing History, commissioned by MN Historical Society. |
AK: "The
arts"—it would be good if they were not so compartmentalized, and I think
that may finally come about over the years.
Obviously,
people in any community tend to get stuck, treadmilled, in ruts, trapped—by
fears mostly, by habits ingrained because they reduce the fears, by not seeing
wonders, in fact by not seeing anything that isn't familiar, and fearing
strangeness if, by chance, they should happen to get a glimpse of it.
This
is where prejudice arises, where hate grows. Because people are afraid—of
economic disaster, of being unwanted, of boredom, of discovering they are not
who they think they are, of being asked to love something they can't love, of a
million things. And they hate being afraid. So they find people or things to
blame for their fears. And they then can never get rid of their fears, because
the false blame, the hostility, prevents them from understanding the actual
source of their fears, so they could work their way out of them.
And
that stuck state makes people unable to create or think anything new, unable to
believe in any change. A community becomes brackish, a backwater, without the
stream of new life flowing through it.
That's
what art should be, that stream. In big cities where a lot of artists
congregate, people become more used to novelty, better able to innovate, more
tolerant of complexity—these are good things for the culture in general, for
being human in general.
But
each community needs to generate its own stream. The stream needs to originate
nearby, to flow through the stagnation, to wash away some of the fear and hate.
The stream is composed of people who aren't afraid to be laughed at, who aren't
afraid to be stigmatized as weird, who can see people other than them as still
human, human in new or unknown ways, who can take in otherness and make newness
of it. These people, ideally, can make communications –which is what artworks
are, whether they are visual or verbal or performances or music—that carry that
emotional and intellectual openness into their communities, that can be
–ideally—assimilated by their fellow citizens because, though new, they come
from a familiar place.
That's
why I think every community needs art. Though I suppose a case can be made that
it's an economic driver in a tourist economy.
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This interview will be continued tomorrow, same time same station. You can see more of Ann Klefstad's work at mnartists.org
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