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  This book is dedicated to the memory of David Weiss (1946–2012)

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Notice

  Dedication

  Prologue: The Way Things Go

  With Alighiero Boetti

  Mondialité

  do it

  Curating, Exhibitions and the Gesamtkunstwerk

  Courbet, Manet and Whistler

  Collecting Knowledge

  Of Libraries and Archives

  Printed Exhibitions

  Infinite Conversations

  Pioneers

  Night Trains and Other Rituals

  The Kitchen

  Robert Walser and Gerhard Richter

  Mentors

  Félix Fénéon and the Hotel Carlton Palace

  Invisible Cities

  London Calling

  Architecture, Urbanism and Exhibitions

  Biennials

  Utopia Station

  Ballet Russes

  Time and Exhibitions

  Of Pavilions and Marathons

  Curating (Non-)Conferences

  Les Immatériaux

  Laboratorium

  Curating the Future

  Acknowledgements

  A Note About the Author

  Copyright

  Prologue: The Way Things Go

  Switzerland is a landlocked country. Without access to the sea, circumscribed by the Alps, the place is famously insular: there are hurdles between Switzerland and the nations that surround it. Yet it is also a crossroads, lying at the centre of a continent. Perhaps these simple facts explain, in part, the number of curators who come from there. Switzerland is both a polyglot culture that speaks the languages of the three countries which surround it, and a space apart that does not admit new influences without a process of selection. There is a fundamental similarity to the act of curating, which at its most basic is simply about connecting cultures, bringing their elements into proximity with each other – the task of curating is to make junctions, to allow different elements to touch. You might describe it as the attempted pollination of culture, or a form of map-making that opens new routes through a city, a people or a world.

  On his departure from Switzerland in 1970, the writer Paul Nizon left, as his farewell, a book-length critique of what he called its ‘discourse of narrowness’: its conservatism, its lack of movement, its lack of metropolitan bricolage, or mixing. Nizon accused the country of a dangerous self-sufficiency. In Switzerland, according to Nizon, beauty was for the rich and luxury was hidden as a form of false modesty. This was his portrait of the country where I was born in 1968. One might observe, however, that these conditions also create the impulse to overcome them, even for Nizon himself. Resources are so often generated by constraints, and unsatisfying conditions incite the imagination of new possibilities. Like Nizon, I eventually left the country in order to expand my sense of the world. Yet, when I look back at my early years in Switzerland, I find almost all the interests, themes and obsessions that have shaped my entire trajectory appeared very early in a series of encounters with places and people: museums, libraries, exhibitions, curators, poets, playwrights and, most importantly, artists.

  In 1985, when I was sixteen, I saw Peter Fischli and David Weiss’s exhibition at the Kunsthalle Basel, and it struck me deeply. A few weeks later, I came upon a copy of a book by the two artists called Plötzlich diese Übersicht (or Suddenly This Overview). It contained photographs of a series of hand-modelled, unfired clay sculptures, forming a series of highly varied and often dryly funny vignettes – a clay mouse and a clay elephant of the same size marked Big and Small; two forlorn figures in overcoats labelled Strangers in the Night, Exchanging Glances; a Japanese rock garden drolly transmuted into three lumps. The works depicted both the auspicious and the deeply inauspicious moments of history in the same irreverent style. They showed an impulse to explore, map and collect human scenarios, with a combination of great scope and miniature scale. I looked at it daily. After some months, I found the courage to ring Fischli and Weiss at their studio in Zurich, and propose that I visit them. They said I was very welcome.

  At the time, they were working on a project that was to become one of their most iconic, a film called The Way Things Go, in which a series of everyday objects and machine parts roll, topple, burn, spill or otherwise propel themselves forwards to create an extended chain reaction of miraculous causes and effects. Allegorizing contingency and entropy just as much as they convey Fischli and Weiss’s mischievous humour and amazingly creative experimentalism, these chemical and physical sequences create the illusion that the objects have mysteriously achieved independence from human control. The Way Things Go imparts a strong sense of the artists’ pleasure in the process of art’s production, in the taking-apart and putting-together of things, the precision of poise as well as the release of collapse.

  At every transition in the film, the viewer is anxious about continuity, which is nevertheless maintained, even though at many points it seems impossible that the crucial energy transfer will occur. Hence, it always seems as if collapse and chaos are imminent, but, frequently, irregularities and exceptions are what prevent the system from coming to a standstill. The film is a journey during which banal objects tip the scales and move the action forward; it is also a journey without beginning or end, without a clearly defined goal. The events in the film cannot be localized, and the distances that have truly been covered cannot be determined. The Way Things Go is a journey from somewhere that leads us somewhere. The journey becomes, as Paul Virilio wrote, a waiting for an arrival that does not occur.

  Around the time, Fischli and Weiss began another project, Visible World, which they would continue to work on for fourteen years. The work is a collection of 3,000 small-format photographs arranged and displayed on a specially constructed 90-foot-long light table. In it, elements of our collective visual world are drawn together into an immense collection of details of everyday life. The images are drawn from the four corners of the world, taking in an array of the manifold natural and built environments – the places and non-places – within which contemporary existence is played out, ranging from jungles, gardens, deserts, mountains and beaches to cities, offices, apartments, airports, famous landmarks like the Eiffel Tower and Golden Gate Bridge, and everything in between. Everyone who comes to the work will find in it his or her world: a Buddhist will find Buddhism; a farmer will find agriculture; a frequent flyer will find aeroplanes. But, like the world itself, Visible World can never be seen in its entirety; it denies the total view.

  The two artists always evinced a love of asking questions, often unanswerable. The same year I met them, they also created their Question Pots, which were large vessels displaying a range of questions. Nearly two decades later came Questions, a projected work displaying more than 1,000 existentially themed, handwritten questions, which they showed at the Venice Biennale in 2003. Their book of that year, Will Happiness Find Me?, featured small and big questions of all kinds, continually oscillating between banality and wisdom.

  Restless, endlessly surprising and never seeking the limelight (they rarely granted interviews), Fischli and Weiss were the serial inventors of the art world. In photographs, films, sculptures, books and installations they documented everyday objects liberated from their everyday functions and placed in shifting relations to each other. Together the pair created some of the richest,
most memorable and profoundly human work of the past three decades. Fredric Jameson once observed that our postmodern era is marked by a ‘waning of affect’, a loss of sincerity and authenticity and their wholesale replacement by irony. Yet Fischli and Weiss demonstrated that irony and sincerity could not exist without each other; that, indeed, there is no sincerity like irony.

  My first visit to their studio became my eureka moment. I was born in the studio of Fischli and Weiss: that is where I decided I wanted to curate exhibitions, though I had been looking at artworks, collections and exhibitions for most of my adolescence. Fischli and Weiss, masters of questioning, were also the first to ask me what else I had seen, and what I thought of what I had seen, and so I began to develop a critical consciousness, a drive to explain and justify my reactions to art – to enter into a dialogue. Because of their work’s extraordinary range, I also began to think much more globally. Through their work, Fischli and Weiss expanded my definition of art – and this is perhaps the best definition of art: that which expands the definition. Their friendship and the interest they took in me began a kind of chain reaction that has never stopped.

  They also began to tell me about other artists whose work I should see, and whom I should meet. The month after my meeting with Fischli and Weiss, I visited the studio of the German artist Hans-Peter Feldmann. Feldmann’s work uses common, overlooked media as the stuff of art, from the ephemera of daily life to albums of photographs, working these materials into enigmatic assemblages and series of objects that hover on the cusp between Conceptual art and Pop. Like much of the Conceptual tradition, these assemblages are serial and repetitive, and they recover and reuse detritus as subject matter. Repetition and difference are the guiding threads of his art, which finds its footing at the intersection of our society’s incessant production and consumption, where novelty and obsolescence collide. He is also one of the key progenitors of the artist’s book, establishing it as a recognizable form for artistic practice.

  Many of Feldmann’s projects involve collections of photographs – which affected me as another example of an artist trying to produce a sense of comprehensiveness. For instance, a particularly characteristic work, Feldmann’s 100 Years, presents a complete picture of human development in the shape of 101 black and white photographs. The images depict 101 different people, photographed by the artist from among his family, friends and acquaintances. The first shows an eight-month-old baby born in 1999; the second a child of one; the third, a child of two; and so forth. The work ends with an image of a 100-year-old woman. Feldmann’s artistic activity reminds us that curiosity and collecting are basic animating impulses for everyone.

  This brings us to the very first encounter I had with an artist. In my childhood in the countryside, the only large city was Zurich. I would go there once a month with my parents, and I have strong memories from around age eleven of a man selling flowers and artworks in the city’s luxurious shopping street, the Bahnhofstrasse. His name was Hans Krüsi. He was from St. Gallen as well, but would go to Zurich on a regular basis, because he hadn’t been discovered by other museums or galleries. He worked following an encyclopedic don’t-stop principle, filling paper, canvas, notepads – whatever he could get hold of – in an endless drawing activity. Krüsi was orphaned very young and had mostly been alone. He grew up on a farm owned by his foster parents and then lived on the margins in St. Gallen and elsewhere. He had some strange jobs and eventually started to commute to Zurich to sell flowers on the Bahnhofstrasse amidst banks and shops. In the mid-1970s he also started to sell postcard-sized pictures, which he painted with pastoral scenes and animal motifs. After his early exhibitions on the streets, Krüsi started to be discovered by galleries. As a teenager, I saw some of his exhibitions and wanted to find out more about the artist’s unusual practice. It was difficult to reach him, but I finally made a studio visit.

  Visiting Krüsi was an extraordinary experience. His studio was filled with tens of thousands of drawings, sketches, stencils and motifs – mainly cows. There is a word in Swiss-German – Alpaufzug – which describes the ceremony when the cattle return to the Alps and go up into the hills for the summer pastures. Krüsi had painted many of these Alpaufzug scenes. He used house-paint, felt-tips and spray-paint for the larger scenes on paper and cardboard. Besides the cows, there were farmhouses, mountains and lots of cats, rabbits and birds – like a menagerie. Krüsi always had dozens of stencils with him which he would trace on pieces of paper. On them he described himself as a Kunstmaler (or artist-painter) and wrote the date and his address. Later on, he replaced his own address with the image of a cow – always adding the date, as if, like a letter, his artwork was merely that day’s missive from his personal experience. A lot of conceptual artists, I came to realize, use stencils as a way of producing seriality, repetition and difference.

  His obsessive drawing activity led to something he called the Cow Machines, which were and are an almost cinematographic, filmic representation of the Alpaufzug. Obviously it’s never possible to do a synthetic image of the Alpaufzug, because it involves the gradual movement of hundreds of cows up a hill. So, at a certain moment, Krüsi decided simply to animate his drawings. He designed a box with two handles. Inside, he placed a scroll illustrated with painted cows. Krüsi would then turn the handles, which rotated the scroll – he would do demonstrations in the studio for hours and hours. It was like a cow marathon. Like much of his work, the cow machines were always about seriality – often depicting the same cow repeated with slight differences: for instance, a yellow cow with four green legs, then the same image in an alternate colour scheme. Krusi’s cow machines, of course, also demonstrated his connection to cinema. As the poet Czesław Miłosz later told me, twentieth-century poetry, literature and architecture have all been influenced by cinema. Krüsi himself always said that cinema and TV were a big influence on his work as a painter.

  There was also a Warholian dimension to Krüsi, because he obsessively recorded everything. His studio was full of old cameras and obsolete recording devices. He would obsessively record birds and not only did he paint cows, but he recorded hundreds of hours of the sounds of cows. His work almost became an animal time capsule. I don’t know what happened to all this sound documentation, which is now common in contemporary art. Krüsi also liked bells, because their sounds were a way of mapping the city – so he recorded all the bells in St. Gallen. Going to his studio was like experiencing a work of art without any divisions. This wasn’t someone who made drawings, then paintings, then sound, then architecture. In Krüsi’s studio it all came together at once – all the senses, all the arts.

  With Alighiero Boetti

  In 1986, during a school trip to Rome, I decided to go my own way and visit someone Fischli and Weiss had told me was one of their heroes: Alighiero Boetti. At the time of my first visit, he was working on ideas relating to maps and map-making. Boetti had an epiphany about maps in 1971, and had then begun an extensive and labour-intensive project, making embroidered maps (Mappa) of the world. He collaborated with embroiderers in Afghanistan and later Pakistan to produce these extraordinary works, travelling to these countries on many occasions but also collaborating at a distance, especially following the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan in 1979. These collaborations intertwined aesthetic and political concerns, craftsmanship and the physical journey of the artist, as well as the negotiation of linguistic and physical borders. In the midst of 1989’s global realignments and paroxysm, Boetti’s World Map appeared with the immaculate sense of timing.

  The meeting with Boetti in 1986 changed my life in a day. One of the first things he advised me to do when in conversation with artists was always to ask them about their unrealized projects. I have done it ever since. Another striking thing about Boetti, which was immediately noticeable, was the rapidity of both his speech and actions. This was especially encouraging for me, as I was often being criticized in Switzerland for speaking too quickly. Here was someone with whom I had to struggle t
o keep up. In his studio, with typical velocity, Boetti began to question me about my goals. Because of my recent experience with Fischli and Weiss, I replied that I would like to curate exhibitions, but that I was unsure of how to start.

  Boetti told me that if I wanted to curate exhibitions, then I should under no circumstances do what everybody else was doing – just giving the artists a certain room and suggesting that they fill it. What would be more important would be to talk to the artists and ask them which projects they could not realize under existing conditions. Ever since, this has been a central theme of all my exhibitions. I don’t believe in the creativity of the curator. I don’t think that the exhibition-maker has brilliant ideas around which the works of artists must fit. Instead, the process always starts with a conversation, in which I ask the artists what their unrealized projects are, and then the task is to find the means to realize them. At our first meeting, Boetti said curating could be about making impossible things possible.

  Boetti was also the first person to encourage me to read the work of Édouard Glissant, who became my most important theoretical influence. Boetti was attracted to Glissant’s preference for differences rather than homogeneity, to the fact that however much maps can be totalizing visions, often tainted with imperialist ambition, they are also always in need of revision. Boetti, accordingly, understood that his maps recorded only a temporary state of world affairs and could not remain accurate over time. As his partner, Annemarie Sauzeau, explained to me: ‘flags change design and colour after wars. At that point, Alighiero’s maps have to be redesigned.’ Maps enfold both the existing and the yet-to-be. This is the inherently metamorphosing nature of maps and map-making; maps are always a door to the future. Boetti’s Mappa prefigured the cross-cultural exchange and dialogue (signalled by the text on their borders appearing in Italian or Farsi) that would soon become the stock-in-trade of the rapidly globalizing art world.