I Don’t Think She’s Handling the Menopause Very Well
Once again it’s time to poke a stick in the mental bog of performance art. And so readers are invited to sample the aesthetic wares of Rocío Boliver, an “underground cultural icon” whose career spans musical performance, video, raves and “porno-erotic texts.” Ms Boliver describes herself as “a 56 year old woman living in the 21st century,” a “devotee of transgression” who “aims to demystify the horror of old age in an ironical way,” while “questioning the capitalist system that’s imposed on women in this stage of life.” Her Artistic Statement (NSFW) tells us, “Doing performance art is the only way I can get my own back on life… I feel blessed when I leave those who watch what I do flabbergasted. Happy to wipe their stupid Hollywood smiles off their faces.” She describes her performances as “electroshocks… applied to listless, alienated minds… speechless idiots.” No sell-out flattering of the audience, then.
Highlights from Ms Boliver’s recent triumph Between Menopause and Old Age can be seen in the video below. Its transgressive anti-capitalist electroshocking will,
I’m sure, shake your world. Readers are advised there is nudity throughout, along with barbed wire, self-harm, a bicycle pump and large amounts of Sellotape.
That sound you hear is the trembling of capitalism and the imminent collapse of bourgeois conformity.
Update:
Anna sums things up quite nicely in the comments:
Nudity? Tick.
Anti-capitalism? Tick.
Self-harm? Tick.
No, she’s not conformist at all.
There is of course a long and tedious tradition of self-harm in performance art, seen most recently here. It’s hardly less common than nudity or faeces. Or anti-capitalist pablum. For instance, Marina Abramović, now an elder stateswoman of performance art, has over the years cut herself with razor blades, allowed audiences to burn her, and brushed her hair aggressively until her head started to bleed. What I’ve seen of these things is very boring and the aesthetics escape me. It’s hard to see much beauty through all that pretension and psychodrama. Though to be fair, some have embraced self-mutilation in a slightly less time-wasting and roundabout manner. In 1971 an artist named Chris Burden had a friend load a rifle and then shoot him in the arm. Mr Burden felt this would lead to him being “taken seriously as an artist.” Though it seems this colossal seriousness had to be reaffirmed three years later, when Burden felt it artistically necessary to have both of his hands nailed to the roof of a VW Beetle.
Hitting the tip jar will only encourage me.
Proverbs 29:18 “Where there is no revelation, people cast off restraint; but blessed is the one who heeds wisdom’s instruction.”
A sad, lost soul.
I counted ten people in the audience. A packed house.
I always wondered what happened to Karen Finley.
I counted ten people in the audience. A packed house.
And sadly the video fades out before we hear their response. As I’ve said before with things of this kind – are they are very much of a kind – I’m more interested in the audience, such as it is. In previous videos we’ve seen these tiny groups of people who choose to search out this stuff, even pay for it, and who often look self-conscious, as if acting their parts as much as the performers. I think I know what the artist’s problem most likely is, but I want to know what their deal is.
The audience is made up of the Modern Parents from Viz
musical performance,
I missed that one.
Shame I can’t miss it again.
Nudity? Tick.
Anti-capitalism? Tick.
Self-harm? Tick.
No, she’s not conformist at all.
Nudity? Tick.
Anti-capitalism? Tick.
Self-harm? Tick.
No, she’s not conformist at all.
Heh. Quite. But there’s a long and tedious tradition of self-harm in performance art. It’s hardly less common than nudity or faeces. Or anti-capitalist pretensions. For instance, Marina Abramovic, a sort of elder stateswoman of performance art, has over the years cut herself with razor blades, allowed audiences to burn her, and brushed her hair aggressively until her head started to bleed. What I’ve seen of it is very boring and the aesthetics escape me. Though to be fair, some have embraced self-mutilation in a slightly less time-wasting and roundabout manner. In the Seventies one chap had a friend load a rifle and shoot him in the arm. Apparently, it was his way of being “taken seriously as an artist.”
And hey, if that’s not a fun night out, I don’t know what is.
Well, someone once described politics as show-biz for ugly people. I think we can now add transgressive, anti-capitalist electroshocking to the list. But I still think politics will play to a bigger audience.
Was this funded by ticketing or extorting?
Was this funded by ticketing or extorting?
This particular, um, piece was funded by A Space For Live Art, which in turn is bankrolled by the Culture Programme of the European Union. So taxpayer extortion. It’s the anti-capitalist way.
No sell-out flattering of the audience, then.
No sell-out entertaining of the audience either.
By the end I thought they looked more like hostages than an audience.
Why must they always explain it? I’m sure I could define it in 10 words or less.
Why must they always explain it? I’m sure I could define it in 10 words or less.
I’ll see your ten words and raise you. Two words.
By the end I thought they looked more like hostages than an audience.
You have to wonder if some of the people sitting on the floor have at some point quietly realised, “Wait a minute. This is god-awful shite. What the hell am I doing here?” I mean, at what point would it be least impolite to leave to do something more interesting? I actually had this problem a few years ago. The Other Half and I had been invited to an apparently quite cultish performance that involved some banal music and a woman standing around idly onstage, first reading a book and then pretending to masturbate. Luckily, the venue was just about busy enough and dark enough for us to slip out and head home without being too conspicuous.
Being there only encourages them. Walking out only encourages them. It’s a conundrum.
If art provides us with a glimpse of the Divine, one wonders who is the object of Ms. Boliver’s worship.
The thing is, if you want to watch someone doing something uncommon and physically hazardous – really hazardous – you could, for instance, watch one of the BMX dirt bike competitions. They get quite daring. Certainly more daring – and requiring much more skill – than anything I’ve seen done in the name of “radical” performance art. And if you want to see something startling and highly improbable, you could always watch the illusionist Dynamo. In terms of impact and pleasure, it seems a better bet.
” I think I know what the artist’s problem most likely is, but I want to know what their deal is.”
It’s possible they’re just deviants, and can go along to something like this rather than delve in the outré realms of the Internet and risk getting unwanted attention?
Ms. Boliver seems immensely impressed that she’s a modern middle-aged woman, and wants us to share in her astonishment at her monumental achievement. How many capitalists would be so generous?
A demystification for which I’ve waited my entire life, the magnitude of which is literally indescribable.
Other than the nude sado-masochist, did anyone present even begin to enjoy this?
I can hear someone laughing at about 4:05 – For Shame! Probably the best way to deal with this shite though.
Other than the nude sado-masochist, did anyone present even begin to enjoy this?
Compared to the bike jump, the levitation, or this display of skill, I don’t see what Ms Boliver can believe she’s offering an audience. Or what the audience can believe they’re getting for their time and money – besides an adolescent pretence of radicalism. The kind of radicalism that was hackneyed and laughable a generation ago.
Let me see if I have this right.
The postmodern milieu hinges on all truths being equal and thus all interpretations of all truths being valid. Beauty being in the eye of the beholder would be its highest principle … and the right to speech conflating perfectly with the right to assert yours over all others being the lowest, but the latter is a reality only observed by us Unwashed.
Which brings up the point. The Unwashed may never question the meaning – the very intent and perhaps mindset – of the postmodernistic artist. Only they shall hold singular meaning and if you don’t get barbed wire and bicycle pump auto eroticism then out you go.
Is it me or is there a disconnect here? I mean not including the taunt moments in coffee house and bar conversations post-performance.
“Vanity of vanities, sayeth the Preacher, all is vanity. There is no new thing under the sun.”
— Ecclesiasties, still wrong some 3500-odd years later
What’s the different between this and “World’s Dumbest __” on TV? No snarky commentary I suppose.
Could her performing be considered a viable replacement for waterboarding at Gitmo?
Er if being shot in the arm makes someone be taken more seriously as an artist, what did it do for Tim Westwood? I also agree someone was laughing at 4 05. Deluded bloody woman.
barbed wire and bicycle pump auto eroticism
They should slap that on the flyers.
Ms. Boliver seems immensely impressed that she’s a modern middle-aged woman, and wants us to share in her astonishment at her monumental achievement. How many capitalists would be so generous?
“When Samantha and Gideon take their daughter Thalia back to Sussex, Samantha in her ethnic and Gideon in his jeans, it looks as if Birnam Wood has arrived in Dunsinane, the car is so thick with potted plants for her room. Samantha was certain she would be the youngest and trendiest mother, and was disappointed to find the entire campus swarming with middle-aged Bolivian peasant ladies.”
—Jilly Cooper, Class
Hyperbole alert!
“Chinneck says his work “is largely about surprise – taking something familiar and doing something with it that distorts our perception of the world around us”. That seems to have worked, in its own way, for the man in a convertible with personalised number plate who drove by the house while Chinneck was at work and yelled out: “Call that art, mate?” It was, says Chinneck, “like a drive-by shooting”.“
Without, of course, all the blood and the dying?
You have to wonder if some of the people sitting on the floor have at some point quietly realised, “Wait a minute. This is god-awful shite. What the hell am I doing here?” I mean, at what point would it be least impolite to leave to do something more interesting?
If it was anything like the very exciting performance art I’ve seen at the school I attend, there would have been free booze and snacks!. The last show I watched (for all of 20 seconds before I walked out) involved two polite looking girls, one standing at either end of a portable light table (lit) whimsically kneading water into two little pyramids of flour. I’m sure the performance set someone’s heart ablaze with its passionate invocation of whatever intellectual noodlery was used to justify it.
In 1971 an artist named Chris Burden had a friend load a rifle and then shoot him in the arm. Mr Burden felt this would lead to him being “taken seriously as an artist.”
Surely nothing less than a head shot should count as art?
Surely nothing less than a head shot should count as art?
Head shot, death and resurrection would count, I think. That might put some wonderment back into performance art, as opposed to an air of desperation and squalor. More so than a relatively minor flesh wound and a professed need to be “taken seriously as an artist.” And if the resurrection part failed to happen, it might at least have saved us from the pile of commentary that followed, invoking unobvious complexity, unspecified “challenges” to this and that, and roping in everything from capitalism, naturally, to the war in Vietnam. As when curator Josh Baer enthused about Mr Burden’s Trans-Fixed, in which the artist’s hands were nailed to the roof a VW Beetle, claiming it was a “crucifixion to liberate not just himself but everyone” from the “collective fears that society uses to keep people in order” and “the idea that the human body is governed by law.”
He’s liberating us, you see. Or at least the tiny, in-group audience, mostly art students, that could be persuaded to turn up. Just as he was liberating us by being pushed down a flight of stairs, or by stripping down to his underpants and squirming across a parking lot strewn with broken glass. What a saviour. Thank goodness for all those NEA grants.
Being there only encourages them. Walking out only encourages them. It’s a conundrum.
Make them earn their own living from ticket sales not public subsidy. That would discourage them pretty quick.
He’s liberating us, you see. Or at least the tiny, in-group audience, mostly art students, that could be persuaded to turn up
Yes, the in-group!.
This year I started arguing with my lecturers about the level of pretense and feigned intellectualism at the school (it’s a conceptual art school, not traditional). It’s impossible to get a straight answer about the legitimacy of so much artistic research and why it’s apparently so important. I got them to grudgingly admit that this research exists primarily as a dialogue between students and the academy, and has little to do with what happens between art, artists, and the public in general. Of course they quickly reminded me that I had to follow the curriculum or I might not pass. This goes some way to explaining why so much art these days is unintelligible to a lot people. The course actively encourages this rarefied atmosphere of faux theorising and dishonest posturing. You can’t score more than a C- without demonstrating ‘research’ and rationalising your work in an oral presentation. (you literally have to explain why your work is legitimate – it can’t speak for itself) This works out great for people with little technical aptitude and a gift for spinning bullshit.
rationalising your work in an oral presentation. (you literally have to explain why your work is legitimate – it can’t speak for itself)
It seems to me that if a piece has to be justified with theory before its aesthetic becomes apparent, the odds are there isn’t much of an aesthetic there. In which case, why call it art?
three minutes in of you’re not thinking, “why doesn’t she just take a dump and get it over with?” then there’s something wrong with you.
It seems to me that if a piece has to be justified with theory before its aesthetic becomes apparent, the odds are there isn’t much of an aesthetic there. In which case, why call it art?
Can you just imagine all the super creative sculpture students standing mute next to their slap-dash assemblages of household and found objects? Joy!. But it simply doesn’t work that way. The curriculum makes the institution’s expectations more clear. You have to do things like ‘Recognise and account for the position of their work as it sits within the bicultural nature of Aotearoa/New Zealand and its international context’ and ‘Discuss ways in which their work contributes to the cultural and social environment of Aotearoa/New Zealand and its wider contexts’, and further ‘Recognise and articulate the ways in which your work can be positioned within a discussion of sustainability.’
Positioned within a discussion of sustainability. So generously open to interpretation!. Here it’s all about discussions, notions, proposals, ideas. Theories, hard facts, quantifiable and measurable results not so much. My answer to the above requirements is that my art fulfills none of those criteria, insomuch as it exists only as discussion between the school and myself. The public isn’t even involved at this point, so how could I possibly justify meeting those requirements without first presuming that my work is culturally relevant because it fits the ‘theories’ and gets a nod from the school? Hah!
She is a fit old bird though, in spite of the barbed-wire wounds. Fnarr fnarr.
Just thought you should know David that I’ve just tried to encourage your rabble-rousing via the paypal button but it wouldn’t process my payment due to an invalid postcode message…I don’t live in your locale and there doesn’t seem to be an option for clicking the country where I live.
I am very thick though……..
jones
Jimmy,
Here it’s all about discussions, notions, proposals, ideas.
Well, I suppose the problem is that academics can’t teach artistic genius, or even uncommon skill. It seems to me that a gifted artist, in whatever medium, would have little use for what many, if not most, art schools tend to offer, beyond some material resources. In much the same way that creative writing courses don’t have much impact on the number of gifted writers at any given time. Academics can, however, encourage a fixation with irrelevant and tendentious theory, and often pure bullshit, as if that were adequate compensation. As if art were about pseudo-intellectual noodling and leftwing politics rather than making things that are visually compelling and – dare I say it – beautiful.
As I said a few years ago,
Academics have to justify their salaries one way or another. They may not be able to cultivate talent to any significant degree, but they can coach students in the mouthing of bollocks. Preferably bollocks of a certain kind and political connotation. And this attitude is pretty much a default among many publicly-funded art institutions. The Arts Council’s Director of Visual Art Peter Heslip doesn’t seem overly interested in visual aesthetics. Instead, he talks about art being “challenging, not always easy to grasp.” How they love the word challenging. “It’s often intellectual,” says Heslip, “but I think anyone who spends enough time just seeing knows it’s richly rewarding.” So rewarding, in fact, that the public must be coerced to fund it.
That so many art students and educators dismiss beauty as, at best, something to “interrogate” and “problematise” suggests a disdain for the public, whose taxpayer subsidy they nonetheless hope to leech. Thankfully, we, the public, no longer rely on people who call themselves ‘artists’ to make visually pleasing things. They don’t have a monopoly, thanks to the commercial world that so many art students and educators pretend to disdain. Beauty is available in vast quantities, often at a reasonable price, from well-designed kitchen bins to smartphone interfaces. The people who designed those phones and kitchen bins weren’t trying to challenge or transgress the customer. They weren’t fretting about how shocking or intellectual we’d think they are. They were trying to make us smile, or play, or just drool with desire. Which is no small feat, and much harder than mouthing bollocks.
David,
That all makes sense to me. Experiencing it first-hand was quite demotivating. For my final Theory essay I wrote about my experience and the dissatisfaction I felt with the lack of technical tutoring (in third year there is NO practical tutoring, just weekly consultations). I also mentioned that other schools, those that provide talent for the movie and games industries, seem to have no problem with producing beautiful things (i.e they have aesthetic standards to adhere to). That got me a meeting with the head of the school to discuss my concerns. To my mind, if you can’t effectively teach creativity and ‘genius’, you can, at the very least, promote technical aptitude.
I once spoke briefly with an ex student of the school who studied there during the 70s, and he confirmed my suspicion that it was, at one point, very traditional (they even taught architecture!). After I graduate I plan on writing to my local MP and the Minister of Education to voice my concerns.
This preoccupation with political discussion…
Imagine being present at an assessment where the tutor and student are having a very cerebral discussion about how to make the student’s ‘cardboard-chocolate-sculpture screen printed with the faces of starving African children’ more effective at making naughty white people feel guilty for buying the wrong brand of chocolate. Stimulating stuff…
other schools, those that provide talent for the movie and games industries, seem to have no problem with producing beautiful things (i.e they have aesthetic standards to adhere to).
At risk of sounding philistine – more so than usual – I’m not sure what art is for any more. I mean, as a standalone academic and institutional thing, supposedly apart from and above “mere” commercial culture. I understand it as an activity – something one might do for personal pleasure – I just don’t see that it warrants any great social status any more. There are other things serving the purpose it once served, and often doing it better. I imagine people will always enjoy visually pleasing things, things that require rare skill to produce and that make us look in wonder, wherever they come from; but I’m not convinced that many of us are willing to subsidise pseudo-intellectual flummery from insecure people who assume their job is to correct our politics and generally condescend.
I once had an exercise at Art College (Watford, if you must know) where the student spent an hour drawing a plant and then — shock horror — had to rub it out and start again. It was, of course, meant to show that not even your best effort at art was permanent and an artist can always start again.
However, I now realise that as performance art I could have made a killing. The audience would be guaranteed two hours and ten minutes of entertainment. Two hours on drawing, ten minutes on erasing. Creative boredom in a fun-filled evening.
Jeez, I was so thick when young and couldn’t see what they were really trying to teach me.
That got me a meeting with the head of the school to discuss my concerns.
At which what happened, if you don’t mind sharing? Did he tell you that you had some valid objections? Were you berated for not adhering to the dominant paradigm? Did he smile, nod, and mumble?
All things being equal, it would be possible for a bright student, when asked to “Recognise and articulate the ways in which your work can be positioned within a discussion of sustainability,” to reply that it’s a call to the cessation of such a discussion as irrelevant or even deleterious, and have some sources ready to back that position up if challenged. It wouldn’t be a effective way to pass, however.
We need an art theory that derives from an entirely different set of conceptions. Let’s just say that I’m working on it.
I think perhaps the biggest wrong that has been done to the idea of art is the romantic idea that talent is magic, so you don’t need to teach people techniques. That’s bollocks. I suspect that all talent is is a tendency to enjoy a particular activity, leading you to do it more and get better with practice. But drawing, painting, sculpting, whatever, are all skills that need to be learned, and even talented people need challenged or they coast and never improve. You also need exposed to the work of great artists to broaden your influences, so you don’t become narrowly derivative (stealing from one source being plagiarism, and stealing from many sources being research). The point is, the current paradigm says it all comes from within and you don’t need to learn, which is not good for anybody. Learning is always good. Complacency and self-satisfaction are always bad.
Anyway. I’ve just ordered a second hand Leo Baxendale Willy the Kid book off AbeBooks. Now there was an artist.
David,
At risk of sounding philistine – more so than usual – I’m not sure what art is for any more
Unless you consider social and political agitation over things like sustainability, peak oil, fracking, consumerism, religion and gender issues culturally enriching?. Pass?. What is it that Western art is really doing outside of movies, games, and advertising?. I can bet you there are plenty of students graduating this year who have little idea. Even less so than when they entered the school. ‘Other’ cultures get to jealously guard their unique artistic history and aesthetics, e.g. the Maori in New Zealand with their tattoo, carving and weaving, but at the school I attended, the engagement with Western tradition was somewhat antagonistic and distant, like we were picking apart a dead thing. One memorable student’s Theory presentation I attended had the grandiose title ‘A Critique of Western Civilisation’, but it was mostly a whinge about how much oil we awful Westerners use and here are some photos of my brutally ugly jewellery that’s inspired by oil use and here are some random pictures of industrial waste sites how awful do they look am I right?. And here are some pictures of abysmal postmodern buildings because I like the way they clash and contrast with old buildings somehow-kinda-I-don’t-know-really-lol’. Missing are the students who have a real passion for Western art, feel deeply connected to it, and who see it as something to be preserved and treasured. That cultural attitude simply doesn’t exist here at the school. Instead, students are more aligned in a general critique, deconstruction and disabuse of Art. I don’t understand how something positive is supposed to come from this.