Nora Rockwell

The Shock of the Modern

The scene outside 53rd Street and Fifth Avenue was chaos. At noon on Nov. 20, the day of the Museum of Modern Art's grand reopening, metal barricades penned in five serpentine rows of expectant MoMA visitors, all waiting in the rain for their opportunity to see the new building. Police officers and MoMA employees together tried to direct pedestrian traffic, but still anyone not waiting on the MoMA line was forced out into the street, left to their own devices to avoid interference with the Falun Gong protest parading up Fifth Avenue. Earlier that morning, the line had stretched from 53rd up Fifth Avenue, across to Sixth on 54th, and back down to 53rd. It both began and terminated in front of the MoMA building, stretching around a full city block.

But inside the MoMA, all was calm. The expansive lobby, though certainly bustling, belied the mayhem outside, where people were waiting on average an hour and a half for opening day's special free entrance. (The next day, ticket prices would leap to $20.) Surveying the scene from the ground floor – a level devoted to the shedding of coats, the formulating of plans of attack for the oversized collection, relaxing, and viewing the MoMA's original sculpture garden – Director of Security Ron Simoncini nodded, hands on hips. With a breath of relief, he declared, "the building really, really works."

And so it does: Japanese architect Yoshio Taniguchi, in his six-story renovation of the MoMA building, has created an elegant, cohesive, and understated space. Housed in this location since 1932, and renovated a number of times by various architects, the MoMA has been closed for renovation since May 2002. While monumental and impressive, the MoMA's new building is nonetheless impossible to fetishize. Unlike many of his contemporaries, he has managed to avoid overshadowing the MoMA's art collection with the building that houses it. Although Taniguchi's MoMA has been created in an era marked by lavish and expensive museum construction, its expansion seems more a matter of necessity than a matter of spectacle. According to Museum Director Glenn Lowry, the MoMA has about 100,000 works in its collection. A couple thousand, he said, are currently on display. The MoMA's collection needs this massive home, but it is not for Taniguchi's structure that art lovers will pilgrimage here – and that is a mark of his success.

Taniguchi presents modern art from the end to the beginning – top to bottom – in his new design. The sixth floor of the gallery is devoted to special exhibitions, leaving the MOMA's famous tale of modernism to begin one floor below. Two floor-wide permanent installations, "Painting and Sculpture I and II," wind their way from top to bottom, fifth to fourth. "Painting and Sculpture II" closes the curtain on the Modern's choice holdings up through Minimalism, the disputed end of the modern – or beginning of the contemporary – in art. While certainly larger than their predecessors, the fifth and fourth floor galleries in the MoMA maintain a tight warmth foreign to the large exhibition halls of some other new museum projects. The rooms in "Painting and Sculpture I and II" seem much more enclosed and traditional than many other new museum exhibition spaces.

Next, the third floor sweeps up and collects the messy outlanders of every art museum's collection: design, architecture, photography, and works on paper – art's beautiful orphans – are all housed in galleries on this floor.

And then we break.

After the intimate galleries of the fourth and fifth floors, the second-floor rooms are expansive, refreshing, airy. The floors are stone instead of wood. Much of the area is visible both from overlooks above and from the floor below. We have entered a different type of exhibition space, and a different type of art – the contemporary.

It is in the juxtaposition of the architecture of the fifth and fourth with that of the second floor that Taniguchi's architectural sensitivity to the history of twentieth century art is exposed. These differences make plain that Taniguchi is content to let his architecture ride shotgun to the MoMA's holdings. Modern art, at its purest, is said to follow an "art for art's sake" mantra; from Paul Cezanne to Jackson Pollock, meaning in modern art is said to exist within the artwork itself. The spare but intimate galleries of "Painting and Sculpture I and II" provide the MoMA's earlier artworks with an art-viewing atmosphere consistent with this aesthetic philosophy. Modernist art, under this premise, should not be taken as a visual reflection of the outside world. The viewer is to contemplate an artist's manipulation of the qualities of an artwork that are unique to its medium: in a painting, these would be paint, color, and line. The confined, simple spaces of the fifth and fourth floor galleries allow viewers to concentrate on the works in front of them, and contemplate them as complete entities.

In contrast, contemporary art generally calls upon the viewer to be involved on a far more physical level, and to reflect upon the concept of the art museum as well as upon the viewer's place in such a venue. Artist Gordon Matta-Clark's installation consists of three incongruous sections of a house dropped in the middle of the gallery. The viewer must negotiate a path around them, and contemplate what, for Pete's sake, they are doing in an art museum. The experience becomes a negotiation between viewer and artwork. The overwhelming and open space of MoMA's second floor galleries foster this type of aesthetic experience. Taniguchi's architecture thoughtfully envelops the art within it, and subtly provides the architectural complement to MoMA's collection.

The major difference between the MoMA's new face and that of many other new art museum renovations lies in its purpose. The MoMA absolutely needed the space. Rather than exploiting his level of control over such a vast space in midtown Manhattan, Taniguchi has instead reined in any desire he might have had to revel in his own project. Instead, he has used the amount of space granted through MoMA's $858 million expansion project to promote a more noble goal: to fit as many artistic masterpieces as will hang naturally and comfortably in these, the halls of the nation's foremost modern art museum, and to honor these works with a refined and sublime space. The MoMA does not need to emphasize a space, or justify a collection – it is the collection to which all others aspire.

The function of most of the new blockbuster museums is different. Other museums, such as Frank Gehry's Guggenheim Bilbao, stand as singular landmarks in otherwise unremarkable locations. In Bilbao, this is emphasized by the vistas through the city that expose the Bilbao's shiny metallic siding down long passageways of old, industrial buildings. Both the Bilbao and Richard Meier's J. Paul Getty Museum, a colossal structure on a Bel Air hilltop, sell squares of their building materials as memorabilia in their gift shops – for the Getty, these are squares of travertine marble, while the Bilbao's shop peddles architect Frank Gehry's signature titanium shingles. Although MoMA surely misses no chance to capitalize on its new home, the concept of a signature building material has no place in the MoMA.

Most cities desire a landmark titanium work by Gehry to announce their eligibility for inclusion in the international art scene. The small cities that host the Bilbao and upstate New York's Dia:Beacon, for instance, need to use their museums as a means through which to mold themselves into cosmopolitan destinations. The Getty, the Bilbao, and the Dia:Beacon package their art-viewing experiences as a journey. To reach the Getty, one must ride up a hillside in a scenic tram that lifts the viewer up out of the everyday and brings them to a place where they can see the mountains, the ocean, and the sky of Los Angeles. Both the Bilbao and the Beacon force their audience on an epic journey on a bus out of San Sebastian or a MetroNorth train out of Grand Central. The MoMA does no such thing. It is central. It is easy. It is New York.

Taniguchi has created a meandering, innovative, and specifically New York version of an expansive art museum, taking space where it can get it, like a young transplant to Brooklyn. Terence Riley, Chief Curator of MoMA's Department of Architecture and Design, spoke of what he thought of as a "self-limiting myth promoted by developers" that nothing of worth can be built these days in Manhattan. Taniguchi seems to debunk this myth: you can create a great museum in Manhattan – you just have to be scrappy. Parts of the building, pre-face lift, have largely remained intact, such as the basement theatres and the sculpture garden. The MoMA now also winds behind Fifth Avenue's St. Thomas Church. The MoMA will have even more space when its management so desires: the museum has purchased an athletic club and razed it. It currently stands as a vacant lot on the MoMA's block, a tabula rasa waiting to be molded.

The display space for the contemporary collection provided a much different environment for the works than that in the new Dia:Beacon museum. At the Beacon, Dan Flavin's fluorescent light installations were upstaged by the natural light and vast display room. At MoMA, Flavin's works, which create ambient, light-filled areas, seem much more comfortable requesting space. In contrast, other minimalist works are asked to – and able to – command a presence in the Beacon's great, cold, and airy exhibition halls. Walter de Maria's "Equal Area Series" (1976-1990), consisting of 25 pairs of one metal circle and one metal square, worked perfectly in two expansive and naturally lit parallel galleries at the. The vast space of the galleries, combined with the fact that de Maria's pieces extended only inches from the ground, forces viewers to physically interact with the works, confronting their own space in the gallery as they negotiate the metal pieces. What works for the Beacon, in this case, is a quality foreign to the MoMA's distinctly interior and artificial pockets: pure, unadulterated, and quiet space.

While the MoMA takes fewer architectural risks than other new museums, as the foremost authority, it is able to take more risks with its content and curatorial decisions. The Bilbao's ceilings may arc into asymmetrical spikes that defy geometrical definition, but it is the MoMA that can take the liberty of hanging Monet's "Water Lilies" (1920) in a vast gallery, surrounded by the works of much later greats: Brice Marden, William de Kooning, Barnett Newman, and Jasper Johns. Riley spoke of the Bilbao as a "preconceived notion" that provides the viewer with a content-laden frame through which to view works of art. "In my mind, the real problem with Bilbao is a philosophical one: you have a lot of art from the moment – that is, a critical art. If the architect breaks all the rules, what rules are left for the artist to break?" The MoMA avoids this direct confrontation between architecture and art, but still uses its space to pose art historical challenges to the canon.

As the MoMA has purposely avoided in its construction the dramatic and powerful sweeps of Gehry's buildings, MoMA has also betrayed no need or desire to be "contemporary" like the Geffen in Los Angeles, or the Contemporary Arts Museum Houston. The MoMA is too established, too regal, or perhaps, simply, too old for the corrugated steel, unfinished ceilings, and obviously temporary walls by means of which these museums declare themselves contemporary.

For all the new fixings, making one's mark on the collection is still the foremost thing on every artist's mind; so much so that on opening day, an elderly man in the Prints and Illustrated Books gallery approached a security guard in broken English, trying to convince him to acquire his works for the museum. Even the new MoMA cannot overshadow Monet's "Water Lilies," Picasso's "Demoiselles D'Avignon," van Gogh's "Starry Night." Yoshio Taniguchi's MoMA is a temple in which to solemnly contemplate artworks, not a cathedral that dwarfs all within.

Film Fantasia

While everyone is accustomed to watching music videos and commercials, only the cinematic cognoscenti is accustomed to considering them first and foremost to be works of art. RESFEST – which kicked off a 33-city international tour September 9-12 in New York – expands the definition of film beyond that to which a traditional film festival ascribes.

At this festival, advertisements, experiments and music videos hold as much weight as filmic shorts or feature films – and each command the same $12 admission fee. The result is a festival that is simultaneously esoteric and accessible: Many viewers will find themselves lavishing an unfamiliar type of attention onto Nike commercials, movie trailers, and Radiohead videos. Similarly, corporate sponsors have taken on a central role in this seemingly counterculture festival. Corporate sponsorship – albeit "cool" corporate sponsorship – is integral to and warmly invited into RESFEST. Advertisements are screened as artistic works during the festival and Canon has scored a spot on the RESFEST schedule with a presentation of its XL2 digital video recorder. The program entitled Handheld Cinema, available only to select guests, showcases cell phones, PDAs and other teensy-screened personal technology items that are equipped to play digital videos. RESFEST fuses film festival and high-tech trade show.

But the festival is also home to short films that prize narrative above pure aesthetics. RESFEST saved the political program "Bushwacked!" for 8pm on September 11th, thus exploiting the Tribeca Performing Arts Center's location just north of Ground Zero, from where the two towers of light ceremoniously projected that night.

The festival, now in its eighth year, shows off the digital medium's commitment to slickness not only in its individual films, but in its presentation, parties, and displays. The waiting area under the festival tents just outside the theater, called the RES lounges, played a part akin to that of a rave's chillout room, complete with easy chairs, graphic displays on flatscreen monitors, and lounging late-twenties film enthusiasts. The festival's packed opening night party at Tribeca's Dekk featured a back room in which works of digital art and clips from the night's series of shorts were shown, well out of the way of the crowds hassling the bartenders for the event's free drinks.

"Bushwacked!" brought together shorts critical of the current administration. United by a common anti-Bush theme, the shorts in this series ranged from the serious to the satiric. Michael Moore contributed a documentary music video covering the world-wide protest on February 15, 2003, and director Saam Farahmand positioned George Bush and Tony Blair in sexually suggestive, homoerotic stances in his video for the Electric Six song, "Gay Bar."

RESFEST also includes a three-part selection of film shorts by emerging digital directors that stretches over the course of the festival's tenure. As true of the shorts in many film festivals, the quality and level of ambition of the different entries vary significantly. One notable entry is the vividly colored short "Oedipus," by Jason Wishnow, in which a chorus of vegetables enact Sophocles' trilogy.

The short begins with Oedipus, a potato shepherd, leading his cauliflower sheep down a country road. En route, the group runs into a broccoli King of Thebes, who ironically remarks, "I had a son Oedipus... but he's dead," before taking his meat cleaver and embarking on a brutal battle to the death with Oedipus, who is armed with a vegetable peeler. Oedipus then finds his plump tomato Jocasta singing in a tavern dressed in a black taffeta strapless. He follows her back to her poster bed, and then their round, orifice-free bodies somehow, somewhere connect in the dark, and the legacy is complete. During the Q & A session, Wichnow, who could get into film school on the merit of his black clothes, slight build, and thick-framed glasses alone, assured the audience that "ninety percent of the vegetables used were real," and that none of them were hurt.

Director Talmadge Cooley of "Pol Pot's Birthday" prepares his audience for a slow, somber political film with his prologue explaining the horrors ravaged by the former Khmer Rouge dictator. He then flips this statement on its head by presenting a pathetic birthday party for "Brother #1" in a sweaty office bathed in fluorescent light. The four main celebrants are office employees so afraid of Pol Pot that they cannot look him in the eye while mumbling out the happy birthday song. In Cambodian. Because this is posturing as a normal office, Pol Pot instructs his reverent intern to taste the cake first. (Yes, he has an intern.) Unlike in a normal office, every act here is conducted in ominous air, and we are not sure if the intern will be made to suffer as a result of eating the cake. Pol Pot receives gifts, too: a puppy that immediately pees on his shirt, a neck pillow, and a how-to book entitled "Managing for Results."

Other short films, such as Marc Craste's beautifully animated "JoJo In The Stars," call the viewers' attention back to RESFEST's selected medium of production, and exploit the possibilities of digital film.

Others, such as "Papillon d'Amour," in which all images are doubled along a central axis and made symmetrical (like a butterfly), seem more like directorial exercises in digital filmmaking than they do films ready to be viewed.

Several programs in RESFEST are retrospective tributes to organizations or people whose work has been featured and well-received in previous RESFESTs. In its program "Shynola Rarities," RESFEST screens selected works from Shynola, a British-based film collective that works with both animation and live film.

Shynola's work has been popular at past RESFESTs, and its members here have curated a retrospective look at their work. Shynola works in both animation and live video. In the collective's many music videos, for such artists as UNKLE and Radiohead, the symbiotic relationship of video and electronic music is made clear.

RESFEST closed with a retrospective of the work of Jonathan Glazer, whose high-contrast, tightly filmed videos and commercials shown here seem perfectly in line with his first feature-film, Sexy Beast. A lengthy commercial for Guinness depicts an aging but high energy working-class British man shaving his chest and then participating in an annual swimming race. The perennial winner of the race, he takes exactly as long to complete his swim as it takes the pint of Guinness, waiting for him at the finish line, to be poured and settle. In this and other commercials, such as a Nike commercial that plays Blur's "Parklife" as men play "football" in a park, Glazer exposes the same sense of humor and intimate connection with British working class life that he displays in Sexy Beast.

One unfortunate absence in the festival is that of female filmmakers. Out of twenty-five shorts in the three-part shorts program, only three are directed by women. Likewise, the subjects of the festival's tributes are all male – Shynola consists of four male college friends. While understandably it is this male collective consciousness that is sellable in the world of digital filmmaking today, a festival like RESFEST would have nothing to lose by attempting to expand this vision, rather than simply upholding it. That said, RESFEST is an insightful overview and useful introduction to the state of digital filmmaking today. Its concentration on creative music videos and commercials plays well to a crowd of digital film buffs that knows that these commercial productions can serve as a (well-financed) platform for their artistic production, and likely hold the key to a future career in digital film.

Information on the RESFEST tour is available on their website.

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