10.08.09 kulturnatib

Art watching

For the most part and for most people, art is an object or event that is there, passively waiting to be viewed, read, listened to or otherwise consumed.

But, what if art were not so passive; Instead wears our shoes, watching, reading, listening or otherwise consuming us?

That is the question that becomes the premise or concept for my most recent installation work, a piece I had decided upon in lieu of a performance art work that was the original invitation for me to do.

This work had actually been percolating in my mind way before the invitation was extended, moving between developing detail and, as of yet at that time, the vacuum of venue.

Most of my works are site specific. The venue, space, wall or context of an exhibit or occasion for the work's display or unfolding just as important and germane as the work itself.

What began as a 'guerilla' piece not much different from graffiti that appears out of nowhere, unannounced and unacknowledged turned into this rather 'mainstream' work when looking further into the invitation and the venue, I realized this work to be a perfect fit.

And then, truth to tell, guerilla might have the radical chic appeal to it but so does the opportunity to make it 'mainstream' with some remuneration and recognition along with it. Why not?

So, informing the organizers, I submitted the proposal for this installation, regretting that the performance art piece isn't forthcoming and could be for some other time, should that be possible. No regrets, replied the organizers, we like the proposal.

The organizers are largely responsible for developing this smallish plot of Ottawa, a community called Westboro, into a cultural and commercial powerhouse – read chic, trendy, green -- known mostly for its two festivals. One in the summer, WestFest, and the other for fall, Cornucopia.

The horn of plenty then is where, once more, a plethora of art will happen along with a giant sidewalk sale on shops along a strip called Richmond Road where, except for this event, cheap is not something mentioned in the same breath.

Along this stretch as well will hang my installation piece, on traffic sign posts and other public infrastructure. These will be paper cups, more than a hundred of them, on the mouth of which are glued printed reproductions of eyes from art works known and unknown from all over the world, including one from a painting by the great Indian poet and Nobel laureate, Rabindranath Tagore, who, I was pleasantly surprised to learn when doing research for this piece, had taken up painting towards the end of his years.

They will be like surveillance cameras; Art watching. But, they can also be taken as mini-megaphones; Art silently broadcasting their ever watchful presence.

In any case, they announce a switch: Art no longer the passive, pretty picture on the protected wall but the active pedestrian presence watching, measuring, judging the best and worst that we are or can be with the best or worst that we have or will produce, art and otherwise.