Sensually Yours
Ilona Ruegg’s Caressing Interruption into the Public Sphere
By its own definition, a public place is a peculiar site. It is public as in a space that is open and accessible to many, not just a few. But for it to be a meaningful public site, it must generate an experience of itself that is particular and personal. It is thus always a combination of both – something common and general that is in constant interaction with something that is private and specific. The crucial make-it-or-break-it point is how this intertwined collision and caressing of wishes, wants and fears not only takes place but more precisely becomes a place. Not
SENSUALLY YOURS, Mika Hannula, published in AIR HOUSE / Time Construction 4. Frankfurt 2007
somewhere around there, but precisely right there, and right now.
With her project Air House / Time construction 4, Ilona Ruegg created an unorthodox setting out of a number of very ordinary elements and components. A project which is as plain as it is pleasurable – its connotations growing in time and extending in depth.Basically, what she did was to “hijack” the elements of an orchid house that was to be built near Frankfurt. With permission, she introduced a carefully planned and orchestrated deviation and delay into the building process for the duration of one week. She was able to borrow all the constitutive parts of the future orchid house - nine prefabricated concrete plates and nine associated ventilators - which she placed at the front of the exhibition building in Mathildenhöhe in Darmstadt.
Ruegg positioned these concrete plates of various dimensions and sizes and the functioning ventilators so that people entering the yard were confronted by them. Plates as parts in installed scenery while the ventilators buzz and blow. What they saw was a double act of something happening and being suspended at the same time. An act that set itself into an operational site by adding to it propositions which are not functioning as we have grown accustomed for building materials to do. They do add up to something, but in a very unusual way. We thus have the subtle movement between expectations and experiences, between assumed function and dislocated sensibility that produces a distinct meaningfulness not through the quality of the objects themselves or the place where they are located, but through the manner in which these objects and the site affect each other in a new and unaccustomed way.
As an act, Ruegg’s project is strikingly close to the strategy of making something that we normally take for granted stick out and become visible, of making it be seen in a different and previously unacknowledged light. A strategy, which Michel Foucault labeled as eventualization. It is a mental and physical tool that allows us first to pay attention and to recognize how everyday life is structured, and then to shape and make the rules of the game in an alternative way. Quoting Foucault, eventualization is “a breach of self-evidence. It means making visible a singularity at places where there is a temptation to invoke a historical constant, an immediate anthropological trait, or an obviousness that imposes itself uniformly on all” (1987, 104).
What Foucault was after was the particular discursive means of showing and documenting that things are not always exactly as they seem, and that there are ways of breaking the spell of normalization and hidden power games. Moreover, according to Foucault, “eventualization means rediscovering the connections, encounters, supports, blockages, plays of forces, strategies, and so on that at a given moment establish what subsequently counts as being self-evident, universal, and necessary. In this sense one is indeed effecting a sort of multiplication or pluralization of causes.” (Ibid)
With Air House / Time construction, Ruegg produces a rather unexpected version of an eventualization. It is unique as an act that simply cannot be repeated. It is unique also due to its inherent logic and attitude. Quite obviously, there is the act of relocating something that is meant to be on its way somewhere else. What becomes significant within this detour of a functionality is the very particular way Ruegg does it. Unlike so often with strategic focuses of eventualization, this spatial project is not about retelling a history so that an underdog’s or an underrepresented person’s (or collective’s) voice comes to be heard. Ruegg is not uncovering secrets; she is not throwing light onto the murky sides of building practices and business.
What Ruegg does is something strangely emotional and effective. Her act of making an event with these concrete plates and the noise manufactured by the ventilators is closer to caressing than pointing the finger at the wrongs of the world. Not as an abstract possibility or theoretical phenomena, but as – yes – essentially as how solid blocks of concrete and metal are placed on a real-life site. With her act, she certainly feels for the site, and for the chosen materials. Not as a confused type of tree-hugger who has gone metallic all of a sudden, but as someone who wants to add something to the experience of a site by bringing into it something that seemingly does not belong – and doing it so that it makes us feel for these objects, makes us see them as more than just functional forms and instrumentalized material.
As a result, these carefully placed objects gain a new life. Not as an illusion, but as a suspension that becomes sensual in its nature. It is not a life disconnected from their actual function. These objects enjoy a borrowed life beside their destination. Ruegg underlines the ingenious double act again. By making visible the materials which are typically hidden in the structure of a building - this time an orchid house which is about to be built - we get a glimpse of the connections and materiality of the nuances of how things are kept up and running. We not only pay attention to what this future green house is made of, we automatically become aware of the whole road map of getting from there to there, acknowledging this uncanny here that is created by an extra stop, a resting place at the Mathildenhöhe that becomes something out of the ordinary, interacting with its political, historical, psychological and economical background.
It is a project that serves as a pleasantly surprising example of the new type of public art. An art work that knows where it comes from in the practice of visual communication happening outside the white cube, but it does not let itself be captivated by the legacy of the past glories of minimal interventions and constellations. Instead, it is an act that itself challenges the presuppositions and parameters of site-specific art by changing the focus from the pure physicality of a site into the very nature of an ongoing process that is, yes, predominantly about the journey itself that cannot be controlled or contained, and is not about arriving at some final proposition. And yes, it does it with a sly humor that reminds me of the fun of watching the grey paint dry on a white wall. A process filled with sweet anticipation that is as serious as it is senseless.
Air House / Time construction does this critical and reflective interpretation of a site-specific practice in at least three ways. These are ways that start with the idea and reason behind the intervention, and continue with the content of temporality that is provided and culminating in the non-proprietal notion of this act as a work.
Ruegg’s idea and reason for this work returns us to the inherent bipolarity of the act. It is public and it is private. It is detached but at the same time passionately participatory. Most of all, it does what it does without a reason or demand. It gives attention to the materials of an orchid house without asking for anything back. It listens to the materials and their individuality, but does not expect them to care or to listen back. The act leaves them to be what they can be in that temporary notion of an emotional state of being in a particular site.
It is an act of solitary hospitality. An act that relies on its structure of temporality. An act with objects that we realize are not to stay, but are later – only after a week’s duration - meant to be moved to their proper destination. A movement that leaves traces that are not visible but which are felt – and taken with us in the physical memory of the intervention in a site. A temporality that gains its force from the act of not wanting anything back. It is powerless, and without any means of claiming something. It waits there, defenseless and radically open. Ready for any reaction or action.
However, this is a presence that is not passive. It is an active disposition. A certain readiness to see and to feel for the particular site and the relationships in it. It is not resigned or submissive. It is exposed, and willingly so – exposed to interaction, to give and take, to collisions and clashes. It is a proposition of a beginning within which what becomes something is not decided a priori but is only meaningful and possible within the process and the experiences created during it.
The notion of giving without being asked for it is crystallized in the relationship that Ruegg has to her work. It is an act as a carefully planned and constructed intervention. An act that stems from her, but does not belong to her. It is given away – towards the space, towards the people experiencing that site. Ruegg is very clear about not wanting or wishing to claim an ownership of the objects in the project. The act of detouring and relocating in itself is what it is about.
An act that disrupts, but not destructively. It opens up, and lets something unexpected and unplanned emerge. An act that is based on the logic of sharing, not owning. It is about respect and the necessity to include, not to exclude. An act that reminds us of the idea of the open source principle and the production of knowledge based on commons based peer group situations, which is non-proprietary but nevertheless highly motivating and successful. Like the tale of Robin Hood. This time not stealing anything from anyone, but borrowing with permission. It is about setting a proposition to think with, and then leaving the scene and the site for the temporary use for anyone wishing to take advantage of the invitation to see, feel and be differently, but to do it in such a way that the site is respected and is available as it was for you and for the use of others after you have gone.
A work of art as an intervention that gives us what we most desperately desire. It provides us with a hope that there is a way to move, not completely outside the structures, but beside them. It is the participation in the production of knowledge that does not necessarily need to be based on exploitation, proprietary logic of demand and supply, or on exact limiting signature of the owner and the maker.
Instead, what Ruegg manages to do is to invite us into a unique process that distinctly comes from somewhere, is for that given moment something singular at a specific site, and then changes its character and goes again somewhere else to be something completely different. An act that reminds us of the critical wish by Miwon Kwon (1997, 110), asking and appealing for site specific acts not to happen just one after another, without any connection or content driven exchange between them, just like multiple and endlessly mass produced items that are more like zombies spurning out of their atavistic caves.
What is needed and what is required are critical reflection, alternative strategies and caressing and sensual interaction. Acts that happen next to one another, and which relate to each other and reflect on each other. Comparing, connecting and constructing compassionately. Like a difference talking to a difference. An act of amazing grace, which happens without guarantees, without any chance of a solution. Just that fleeting moment of sharing, and being together which is not only what we’ve got to go and live for, but which, at the best of times, is plenty and pleasant enough.
Parcours
Snow had fallen again, late in spring, a lot of snow. Hardly anyone wanted to stay indoors but the pathways lay under a thick white cover, completely invisible. The gravel paths, which together formed a system, had been specially laid out to give the guests the opportunity to go out into the fresh air during the short breaks. Several interconnected loops made it possible to make new decisions over and over again at the branches and, on this not very extensive terrain, to develop a complex set of movements during which there was seldom a feeling of going in circles. After a short while there could arise a sense of having been on the road for a long time.
PARCOURS, Ilona Ruegg, published in GAGARIN 7, Antwerpen 2006
But now there was not even a trace of the pathways. The casually scattered trees which otherwise defined the insides or the edges of the loops rose up out of the seamless white.
It was decided that the paths should be cleared according to the memory of the layout under the snow cover. The machine munched its way gently through the deep snow, trying to replicate the pathways and laying down the same image, white on white, that the light gravel had picked out against the summer grass. The tracks were now sunk knee deep in the white mass. During the next break it was again possible to return to the outdoor walks. Just like the gravel paths, the cleared tracks were narrow, just wide enough for one person. Passing was difficult and walking two abreast impossible. On the crunching snow they incessantly did their rounds, which were in fact complicated loops. You wouldn’t have been able to say that they were avoiding each other, and yet their paths never crossed. The whole terrain was visible, the air fresh, and without getting into advanced calculations, every one seemed to reach the next branch well in advance of any collision, which then allowed them to continue on their way undisturbed. It was impossible to tell whether the crunching sound conveyed the information; in any event the walkers’ gaze was more roaming than peering, just as much turned inward than outward into the distance. Their manner of walking couldn’t have been more varied. Those walking faster fell directly into hesitant movements in order to avoid slipping into the wake of the slow. But having branched off they resumed their pace undisturbed, their footing now perhaps even more confident on the slippery surface. Now and then one stood still, and activity in the vicinity immediately slowed. Their movements were marked with the care of wanting to avoid a traffic jam. Even if a certain density did develop, it was arranged more in a kind of loose tangle. The one who had temporarily formed the motionless centre was apparently unaware of this. When he then gave up this position by resuming movement, he started off the process of unravelling the tangle which he was unaware of having caused.
It happened that some defined the same loop several times, with no apparent reason. Perhaps they had just missed the branch, or their fast pace didn’t allow them to change direction. They represented a particular difficulty for those who wanted, even if it was only once, to use the same loop. If someone wanted to slip in, there was a high probability that someone else would appear at the entry point of the other loop at just the same time. For a while it seemed that those moving in circles had an excluding right to repeat themselves. Those who perhaps wanted to join the circle had to wait for a moment when the point of connection happened to be free; yet this never resembled waiting at a closed door. The open terrain made any calculations possible long before a problem arose so that, by slowing down or in some cases even moving backwards, a convenient moment could be brought about without a standstill. The movement in a supposedly closed circle was sometimes extraordinarily dense because more and more walkers had managed to join. This, in turn, seemed to put some off even attempting to join in. Yes, it was obvious that they passed by with some lack of interest and so had more freedom to choose their pace since there were remarkably few on the move along the intertwined paths. Here, time seemed neither to stand still nor slow down. The tracks, interlinked in many ways, enabled patterns of movement which were hardly ever repeated and so produced surprises again and again.
While the snow lay wet and heavy on the cleared tracks, under the budding trees little brown islands were starting to form. They grew by the day until they reached the pathways in places and immediately coloured them brown. Was it those who couldn’t resist the temptation to leave the white path for a moment that brought the colour back with them, or was it that piece of earth which tainted the snow by infection? In any case, the constant walking and the rising temperature both accelerated the melting process which was underway. In sunny places the snow began to recede at its edges. Soon their steps were leading through damp earth and in shadowy places back into mushy snow. The white edges which had previously defined the cleared tracks, no longer corresponded to them at all. In return, the original gravel path revealed itself here and there. The walkers were still following each other at greater or shorter distances, but they could be said to be walking behind each other in lanes, some here on brown grass, some there on gravel or still in the snow, which resembled a joyous confusion. Some began to crush the snow edges in order to encourage the retreat of the snow mass. The more the edges retreated, the more the bright gravel path stood out in places only to disappear under the remaining cover of snow and reappear further on. You could soon make out the original pathways, set back slightly from the cleared tracks and it didn’t take long for some to tramp through the remaining snow and so to reveal the missing stretches of path.
If the walkers’ movement had previously been continuous and mostly forwards, differentiated only in the relative fluidity of speed, the constant switching between old and new pathways now enabled completely new directions of movement. At no point did the temporary confusion caused by the changeable system of paths prevent the walkers from continuing their ceaseless activity. Previously they had been able to rely solely on the cleared, edged tracks. They used them as a matter of course, felt completely free in setting off in their direction, in deciding which new loop they wanted to slip into at the branches and in choosing their own pace, as long as they avoided crossing paths with others or overtaking them. But now the tracks were disappearing and were simultaneously only just appearing. Only in places had the tracing, in the form of the cleared tracks, corresponded entirely with the gravel path. For a short while they chose to move on one track or the other, changed according to mood and thus made one of the two disappear, while focusing increasingly on the second, emerging one. Some used this as an opportunity to increase their pace irrespectively, despite the fact that someone ahead was slowing down, and simply change lanes where possible in order to avoid an unwanted collision. Now, they occasionally had no problem walking around for a while next to each other, one on the snow, the other on gravel, and the walkers’ paths often crossed, as a matter of course, without resistance.
A little later the brown islands under the trees had dissolved favouring the white flecks which got smaller and smaller inside the loops of the pathways. Again gravel was underfoot.
Ilona Ruegg 2006
Plant Plast
Rather it seems as though a general law of intrusion can be discerned
at this point: there is no such thing as a single intrusion, as soon as an
intrusion occurs it is immediately duplicated, and identifies itself in constantly new and internal distinctions.
Jean Luc Nancy
PLANT PLAST, Edgar Schmitz, published in Catalogue ILONA RUEGG, Kunsthalle Bern 2002
The wrapped or potted root-balls in Ilona Ruegg’s series ‘Trees older
than me, waiting’ (1997) were carefully uprooted and stored. Thus they are separated from their origins, and also insulated against
their present location. ‘Uprooted matter’ is not just being stored
here; the act of storage shifts it into contexts and arrangements in
which roots are replaced by quite different linking forms. The hoses
that water the trees make the storage arrangement into a network,
extending the root strands into a supply system that ties them together and puts them on a equal footing.
The extended context combines and holds together, just as it also divides within this layout in anticipation of future dispersions. It thus constantly initiates other integration modes: being ‘uprooted’ no longer means detachment, it starts to indicate something else. Location is replaced by storage as a transitional position, with potential future locations inscribed within it.
In the same way, the labels that appear on some of the trees are not ascribing names or categories. They indicate other possible contexts that differentiate the trees and tie them into other evaluations and other possible locations, in anticipation of future replanting. What counts is not the link, but the possibility of it - the label that in ‘Trees older than me, waiting 4’ [ill. 1] is lying on the ground without a tree means that any category is merely possible, isolating the labels as free-standing elements in an open structure. In the image itself, the hoses allow themselves similar room for manoeuvre by disappearing behind trees and pots then popping up again somewhere else; they also seem to break off in the middle of the image, and in its foreground (‘Tree older than me, waiting 1’ [ill. 2]). Only the light that catches the hose here indicates the backward curve that continues the network, even if it is not intelligible in the form itself. The hoses or labels cannot simply be referred back to the garden or plot, of which only parts can be seen in the works, nor to the trees or their sequence. Instead, their various connectivities create a situation that is permanently open to sequences of events that can expand uncontrollably. De- and reterritorialization, old uprooting and new rooting overlap and arrest the trees in an intermediate space that can no longer be addressed in the dimensions of origin and belonging. It should instead be seen as an arrangement of different networks that occur contiguously, determining, cancelling and expanding each other.
Distinctions between organic and inorganic also blur when fluxes run through both, forcing their functions to relate permanently. If an organic element is a factor here at all, it is as part of an unbounded machinic assemblage linking heterogeneous elements in variable combinations and functions and thus integrating previous/original locations as well as future/virtual ones.2 The scarcely legible logo in the folds of the plastic wrapping on the central root ball in ‘Trees older than me, waiting 4’ dissolves these links (upside-down) as ‘plant plast’.
Flat multiplicities
A tree- and image-machine of this kind reaches out in two directions. It includes various groups of elements (trees, hoses, the surroundings they are tied into), and also duplicates itself in internal distinctions that constantly break up the groupings themselves. In ‘Trees older than me, waiting 4’, the trunks on the edge of the image do not belong to olive trees but to palms: these are deposited in the same collection but produce something quite different by disrupting the arrangements themselves. From the point of view of the palms the apparent alignment of olive trees becomes a mere accumulation of heterogeneous components, throwing the series back on itself and undermining any sense of unity.3
As far as the image is concerned, this means a juxtaposition that shatters its coherence, releasing other elements that can be linked to each other in many ways, without having to fit into a greater whole. The spatial co-ordinates are cancelled out by the profusion of visual information: one would have anticipated a horizon, which normally guarantees three-dimensional depth for the image. Here, as in other works in the series, there is an entanglement in which foreground middle ground and background mingle and co-ordinates become unclear; not in the form of stratification, for which the hedge could be seen as a background, but by making it an integral part of an amalgam.4 However, the image really opens up above and below the central zone, where the elements are deployed so that they can be reincorporated (in a different way) within the plausibility of the image. Just as the palms do not seem to belong in this olive grove, which is not one, the shoot revealed in the upper part of the image does not really belong to a trunk but is detached as a tree in its own right; what otherwise stands for the sky in the image is not a background for the branch within the spatial gradation of the image. It is just a capturing, framing element for the branch that makes it stand out as if back-lit.5 Then this ‘tree’, which could still just be part of the hedge, attaches itself as a branch of the baggedup trunk, which is thus no longer a stump (or at least not only); this makes the little tree’s position even less clear. A similar reclassification also occurs on the lower edge of the image: the protective sheeting is just peeling off the palms and making the uprooted element into a little landscape in its own right, inserting itself into the image as a trace of brightness, taking account of the otherwise unresolved horizon line and at the same time creating it for the first time.
Complexity in this image-machine is not produced by plunging into the depths or by stratification, but by multiple planes that permit heterogeneous juxtaposition, rather than an extended two-dimensional quality. Repetitions also take place across the dimensions of the work on these planes. As the young shoot in the upper part of the image can be said to double and thus deterritorialize ‘tree’, the different dimensions of the pictorial elements overlap ‘Trees older than me, waiting 3’ [ill.3]. The pile of earth in the background, as a mass of soil, recalls the root-ball in the foreground, but it is also an earth bank that aligns the trees, while itself being only another form of arrangement. Heap and alignment meet at the centre of the image at the pile of light-coloured sacks. These are inscribed into the structure as yet another form of deposit, thus expanding the arrangement repertoire almost diagrammatically.
The latitude these repetitions open up always links different time frames more or less explicitly as well. Even the title ‘Trees older than me, waiting’ deploys the trees between the poles of already-being-older and still-waiting; uncertainty about what belongs to what in the case of the young shoots and old trunks indicates that they too are involved in a contradictory chronology. The new shoots are always young and unhinge the dualities of duration and beginning, old givens and new occurrences: they are linked by the fact that the trunk is cut and by the new growth of the shoots to a point of intervention. It is an intervention that constantly creates beginnings and thus can always start all over again.6
So the trees occupy, in a fundamental arrangement of temporal and spatial shifts, variable positions that do not create a place/location, but a hybrid space that reaches out in all dimensions, thus also extending into the ‘me’ of the title. This is always included in the arrangement as a reference-point and opens the tree-picture machine on to a deterritorialized subjectivity.
Branches
The palm silhouettes in ‘Fair Town 5’ (2001) [ill. 5] are from the outset part of a much more temporary installation. Just as ‘Trees older than me, waiting’ is not landscape or even nature but a garden, ‘Fair Town’ is not a town, but architecture. The trees acquire their imposing quality not least from the apparent inappropriateness of the shifts they undergo. In ‘Fair Town’, as also in the ‘Town Town’ series that preceded it, architecture indicates nothing but its own horizon. It elaborates its encounter-forms as a free game, in which there can be no outside that it could stand out against, or that could counterbalance it as something Other. Even the palms in ‘Fair Town 5’ do divide themselves off from other elements, but at the same time, with their visible lath supports they are a prominent part of the architectural construction. Then within this construction, as imitations of nature, they in their turn link up with the bamboo fence that is leaning over in the lower part of the image and extends the lorry body to the conclusion of a space whose other end is formed by the palm façade.
The palm silhouettes are just as little palms as the bamboo screen is a fence or even a forest, but the view from behind that the work offers is not a glimpse behind the scenes but a view of another kind of arrangement that itself deals with visibility and its limits. This arrangement remains very close to the image, perhaps more clearly than elsewhere in Fair Town. The pictorial space is expressly organized only as a surface in which the foliage screen forms a background to the bamboo and palm outlines and repeats both of them in terms of surface quality and motifs. And so here the space stretching between them turns out to be a mere possibility created by shifting of elements.7 Any fixed horizon for this space is blocked by the foliage, then refused again in the horizontal arrangement of the palm silhouettes. Instead of forming the background, the line of palms is superimposed on it, and follows the edges of the image rather than an imagined horizontal, folding to meet those edges.
The various architectural arrangements in the ‘Fair Town’ series are always just one configuration of space and time, volume and structure among other possible ones. The white volume that runs through the series does not simply open on to an interior that is never really resolved as an inside space and often negotiates its borders. It is also bound into an interplay with other temporary features and containers, from the pavilion frame to the wastepaper bin. Even the permanent exhibition hall and tower (as far as even these can really be considered durable) appear here simply as a background that almost disappears in the reflection in their windows as pure light in the photographic image. Thus it always has to contend with the white skin that is not just stretched over its frame but always moves across the surface of the picture as well, thus competing with it. In this way connections emerge as extensions of the architectural quality, detaching themselves almost entirely from its arrangement.
Volume and surface undermine each other mutually in these deviations, but their shortened perspectives, and arrangements that are not parallel with the image, insist on occupying space in a wide range of different ways. Whilst the pavilion frame stakes out volume and structures space, the white skin for its part asserts and monopolizes that space without organizing it. Here totally different modalities are confronting each other, and the various elements of the ‘Fair Town’ series allow continued thinking about them in new ways.
Ambivalent and polyvalent
Here binary oppositions do not go far enough, especially when two pairs of motifs are offered. Fixed and mobile, fixture and intervention, nature and artificiality constantly cancel each other out within the operation of the works and are replaced by structures of multiple categorizations and integrations.8
Just as in the ‘Fair Town’ works built architecture is always to be seen and thought of, or is relevant, only from the temporary grouping of the trailer caravans, ‘Fair Town’ does not present models for different architecture either. The model function is fundamentally different: in contrast with the non-places of Utopia, fair installations and exhibition centre architecture, the exoticism of palm trees and garden arrangements are spaces of a different kind. They fulfil genuinely physical and also metaphorical functions, and thus assert themselves metonymically (as concrete insertions) and mythically (as models).9 In Ilona Ruegg’s work it is precisely this ambivalence that is repeated and doubled when she makes arrangements, architectures and their impinging on each other into pictorial constructions in which space and time and image occur only blurred and interconnected. If in fact what we have here is something like a model for other places, then it is only as (pictorial-)spatial proposals for possible subjectivities that can occur in or through them.
Orientations
Slope and incline oscillate almost continuously. First of all, in ‘Hang und Neigung 5’ (2001) [ill. 5] there is a thicket in which the exploring eye gets lost in the filigree tangle of the branches, but physical orientation in relation to the picture space is tilted as well.10 And then the lamp, whose alien quality emerges imperceptibly, but then persistently, introduces another kind of (dis)order into this entanglement: it identifies the strip of light in the top right of the image as a stepped path from which the image disintegrates and rearranges itself again.
The lamp, as a bright point, at least promises the possibility of orientation, so the (visual) thicket and the sense of being lost in it have necessarily to be thought about and seen through the path. This opens up a very different entanglement over the whole surface of the image, made up of light patches and lines, drawn into various alliances by the lamp. The lamp illuminates the thicket by day,11 thus indicating visibility or the promise of it, but not redeeming that promise. The lamp also loses itself as a piece of brightness within the entanglement of the image to which it holds out the promise of transparency. The linking of lamp and paths, in terms of both form and content, is joined by the visual link with the light areas to the left of it. These are more prominent, but not round enough to be a lamp and not clearly enough placed to be a path. And it is from these areas that the roaming then continues: to the light areas on the lower edge of the image, and then again to the steps on the path and from them to the scrap of sky on the upper right-hand edge of the image; or also from the lamp to the tree-trunks, which are oriented in just the same way and just as bright as the lamp-post, but a little more irregularly shaped than it, and thus suddenly seem to be placed with a similar lack of motivation: its apparent arbitrariness is directly communicated to them. Even the weaker patches of light are charged as continuations of these series of elements, in which the whole pictorial field begins to shimmer.
The juxtaposition and opposition of the promises of orientation in the wood and the orientation of the view in the image produce a form of close-up that runs through the images as an almost haptic quality,12 at the same time remaining bound up within the collisions of the various legibilities. Orientation no longer holds here, because its different possibilities run up against each other, creating another kind of wandering that now takes place within the thicket of the image. The distinctions that the lamp is actually claiming are no longer clear; in fact the lamp is now entirely responsible for the confusion.13 It is not nomadic, it imposes a nomadic quality by constantly releasing elements and making the image approachable precisely between its different charges. Here orientation opens up to the quite different form of being somewhere without actually getting there.
In between
Visitors entering or leaving the Kunsthalle find there is something in the way, a volume about knee-high - or rather various, precisely matching volumes. They are immediately intelligible. You realize at once that certain “fenced” zones (over two thirds of the complete area of the entrance hall) are closed off, and that a path has been set out like a cross between them. The cross defines the co-ordinates of the “inserted” space. Visitors are guided to the corridor running along the longitudinal axis of the entrance hall, which has built-in loudspeakers on both sides. This work by Ilona Ruegg is called VOLUME/unpublished. The ambiguity of the word “volume” alone is a clear indication of the work’s multi-
In between, Bernard Fibicher, published in Catalogue ILONA RUEGG, Kunsthalle Bern 2002
dimensional qualities. “Volume” can be understood here as an abstract three-dimensional quality, as spatial content, as a book in a series (this interpretation is supported by the addition of “unpublished”) or - for French and English speakers - as sound volume. The volume in the entrance hall is not dull, solid, monolithic. Its ground plan consists of parallel lines, hatching, i.e. 10-cm thick boards set on wooden laths, forming a right-angled grid.In the space, these lines form 29 parallel obstacles or low walls that “cut across” all the other space-defining elements: the stone tables, the elevator indicated by a joint in the floor and the wall of the adjacent room. The tops of the walls (seen from the entrance) thrust into the main hall like battlements. The boards have a darker coating on one side, giving the impression of a “shadow side”. The width of the boards determines the relatively low height of the walls (60 cm). The material - insulation boards standing on their long edge - has an important technical quality as well: it is intended for sound insulation, and is used for this purpose in the construction industry - for sports hall ceilings, for example.1 The insulation boards in the entrance hall are not stacked, which would have made them much easier to handle. They are precariously balanced on their edges, then held together in blocks by “fences”. This suggests that the artist is not primarily interested in the idea of deposits, but in positioning: not “natural” sedimentation, but “artificial” installation; no horizontal stacking one on top of the other, but alignment dictated by a grid.
In his short text “Des espaces autres”,2 written for architects, Michel Foucault postulated that in the second half of the 20th century it was no longer time and history that were in the foreground; our epoch would be the “époque de l’espace”: “We are in the epoch of the simultaneous, we are in the epoch of juxtaposition, in the epoch of the near and the far, of being together and apart. We are, I believe, at a point in time where the world perceives itself not so much as a great life developing through time but rather as a net, linking its points and crossing over its entanglement. (…) Nowadays placing replaces the area that had replaced localization. Placing is defined by the neighbourhood relationships between points or elements; formally they can be described as rows, trees, meshes.” It is precisely these characteristics and motifs that are the key features of VOLUME/unpublished by Ilona Ruegg. Like Michel Foucault, Ilona Ruegg resists an absolutist perspective arising from a continuous, closed space existing for itself. Space is seen or demonstrated instead as something relational, as the result of a process of arrangement. In the early 20th century the theory of relativity defined space (and time) as a dynamic quantity that can be influenced by everything that happens in it. This dissolution of the classical concept of space was reflected in fine art, in Cubism and Futurism, for example.
In his novel Der Mann ohne Eigenschaften, which appeared in instalments from 1931, but is the (fragmentary) result of decades of work, Robert Musil describes the city as a dynamic quantity: “Cars shot out of narrow, deep streets into the shallows of bright squares. Pedestrian darkness formed cloudy strings. Where more powerful lines of speed cut across their loose haste they thickened, trickled faster afterwards and returned to their even pulse after a few oscillations. A hundred sounds were woven together into a wiry noise with individual points standing out from it from which clear tones splintered off and flew away, (…) The name of the city is not particularly significant. Like all great cities it consisted of irregularity, change, gliding by, not keeping up, collisions between things and matters, bottomless points of silence in between, made up of cleared and uncleared ways, of a great rhythmic pulse and the eternal disharmony and shifting of all rhythms against each other, and at the same time was like a boiling bubble resting in a vessel made up of the durable material that is buildings, laws, decrees and historical traditions.”3 Musil’s city is not made up of houses, a main square, a church, a market hall and a town hall; it is pure dynamics, rhythm, pulsation, noises, black-and-white drama, interaction. Nothing is rigid and definitive, everything is relative and relational. There are no people in Ilona Ruegg’s two series of city images Town Town and Fair Town: all that can be seen are “merely” temporary arrangements of human homes (caravans) and fragments of temporary cities within the city (leisure park). As in Musil’s description, we do not have this or that motif in the foreground here; it is about nothing other than shimmering relations between scarcely recognizable elements, light-dark contrasts, a complex spatial structure of insights, views and reflections. The busy human traffic, the dynamic of the city, that Musil describes, has transferred itself to the people looking at the images in Ruegg’s case. What they see does not correspond with any objective, clearly identifiable, comprehensible reality. They use their eyes to construct (each time) their (different) temporary spaces. They improvise on the basis of the rich possibilities offered by irregularity, change, gliding by, not keeping up, collision, silence, rhythm, disharmony and shifting. Ilona Ruegg’s photographic works link precision and indeterminacy in a paradoxical way: despite extremely precise focusing, Ilona Ruegg manages to leave a great deal open. Her cities and excerpts from nature are characterized by the fact that they cannot be grasped in principle, or more precisely, an indeterminacy or openness that only appears as subjective reality for the person involved in the observation process.
The acoustic component of the work VOLUME/unpublished consists of four distinct parts: music, spoken and sung textual fragments, and silent sections. Various speaking voices are heard (three men and two women) in three languages (German, French, English) and a duo (viola and cello). The “score” probably does not have a beginning and an end - the first spoken statement already announces the end: le temps qui nous reste -, but is conceived in such a way that it is possible to start listening at any point. The text of VOLUME/upublished consists of a total of 27 quotations from 24 people. It makes up a conversation between artists, art agents, writers, film-makers, composers, philosophers, and also some completely unknown authors: Giorgio Agamben, Michael Asher, Samuel Beckett, Gilles Deleuze, Dominique Gonzalez-Foerster, Gotthard Günther, Jean-Marie Straub & Danièle Huillet, Bethan Huws, Jean-Paul Jungo, Pierre Klossowski, Joseph Kosuth, Luigi Kurmann, Gary P. Leupp, Ulrich Loock, Paul Maenz, Charles Perrault, Raymond Pettibon, Martha Rosler, Joe Scanlan, Gregor Schneider, Franz Schubert, Kurt Schwitters and Lawrence Weiner. These people from a very wide range of periods, are given (other) voices - some sentences are even sung. Ilona Ruegg has now paraphrased these “quotations” in a parallel text called Fussnoten (Footnotes).4 She is the 25th
voice in this conversation and helps to make it even more complex.
Who is speaking? Whose voice are we hearing? When all that remains of a long conversation between Rémy Zaugg and Jean-Paul Jungo but one sentence taken completely out of context Que je laisse ou que j’élimine, and it is no longer possible to see what the reflexive pronoun que refers to, then we can assume that the author’s identity is not important. The statement could be by anyone. But it is different in the case of Je ne vois rien que le soleil qui poudroie, et l’herbe qui verdoie or Lass irre Hunde heulen vor ihres Herren Haus: Any French- or German-speaking person will inevitably know where these sentences come from. They are from the popular fairy-tale La barbe bleue by Charles Perrault and Franz Schubert’s Winterreise respectively, and are common cultural property. Even if we do not know who wrote these sentences, our memories will “speak” in these cases. The quotations as an excerpt from a text usually has an interpersonal aspect. X chooses a quotation from author Y, intending a positive or negative transfer between X and Y. Although the same person - Ilona Ruegg - has selected the textual fragments and paraphrased them as well, no individual perspective emerges. The privileged voice of Ruegg the author is not dominant, but many voices5, some of them contradicting each other, just as the whole variety of stylistic levels enjoy equal rights. The conversation is a polylogue involving highly diverse points of view that usually make “sense” only when related to each other constructively by the listener. Ruegg is not looking for either a synthesis or communicative unambiguity. Here complex textual networks have some characteristics of hypertext, here not consisting just of words and texts, but also of sounds, materials, spatial structures, indeed images. Hypertext is not linear text, but a complex of texts that are linked with each other. One of its essential characteristics is the discontinuity, the simplest classical concept that corresponds to it is the set-piece. In Ruegg’s photographic series Escalator the escalators are still packed up in plastic on the nocturnal street, and in the series Trees older than me, waiting, transportable olive trees with their roots wrapped in plastic sheeting with a little earth stand around in the landscape. Spatial (but also temporal: older, waiting) discontinuity are the actual theme of these two series: something that is supposed to go up and down (escalator) is lying motionless in a horizontal position, and something that in principle develops vertically (tree) becomes mobile and transportable. Discontinuity is created in VOLUME/unpublished by thrusting a space into an existing space, the interpenetration of these two spaces by (temporarily) setting upright normally (definitively) horizontally fixed elements, by deploying ceiling boards on the floor. The acoustic “set-pieces” in this work (the “quotations”, the music) also refer to something else. The assembled voices flow together from a wide range of sources and impinge on the listeners’ consciousness in the “intermediate camp” of the entrance hall and then escape again or make themselves concrete as “Footnotes” - whether these are Ilona Ruegg’s or our own, Ruegg takes full advantage of the hypertextual potential of language.
Language is indeed not an accumulation of written or spoken words (dictionary), sentences, statements or texts, structured according to certain rules (syntax, literary categories, social conventions etc.) or trying to contradict the usual structures (poetry, metaphor). Language is an instrument of communication and cognition that creates relations between things and concepts, between signifiant and signifié, between texts (intertextuality), between the subject and the world, between people, between people and machines. It is obvious that language can never be completely adequate as an expression of these (real, possible, fictitious) relations. “The world”, people, thoughts, concepts, language itself are in a state of constant change: consequently their relations can never be considered concluded, constant, or, in brief: definitive. Anyway, language is only the visible/audible part of a much richer, text-external, extra-linguistic reality. Nathalie Sarraute coined the concept of sous-conversation, of infra-conversation, which consists of sensations, images, feelings, memories that can hardly be expressed in language. She tried to break through consciousness and get behind it “into these silent and dark regions into which not a single word has yet penetrated, on which language has not yet had a desiccating and petrifying effect, into something that is still uncertainty, virtuality, vague and embracing feelings, into this unnamed that resists words and yet demands them because it cannot exist without them.”6 Ilona Ruegg takes the inadequacy of language into account by using texts in VOLUME/unpublished 7 that do not have a beginning and an end, sentences without a verb, or a subject, even some monosyllabic utterances (e.g. the prefix dis from discontinue). Little is fully formulated, much is left open. There is an oscillation between deep structures and surface structures, to use Noam Chomsky’s terminology, between sous-conversation (pre-linguistic) and conversation (articulation), as Sarraute would say. The utterances are not just horizontal, i.e. they are in a temporal state, linked by the techniques of memory, premonition, repetition and reflection.
VOLUME/unpublished is organized polyphonically. In music, “polyphony” means a piece for several voices with an independent melodic line for each voice. The aesthetic quality of polyphony (known as counterpoint) lies in a constant comparison of the voices in terms of the form of their movement: in parallel, or shifted in various ways. The perception structure in VOLUME/unpublished is similar to that of a polyphonic work. Visitors hear certain sentences or words at the same time as others; they hear the composition as a whole. But to understand what the individual sentences mean they have to select the fragments that “appeal” to them and put others to one side. They pick up the conversation and the sous-conversation consciously, to an extent, but also subliminally. Adert’s analysis of Nathalie Sarraute also applies to Ruegg: “ La graphie de la narration sous-conversationnelle procède donc par empilage de voix qui s’enchâssent les unes dans les autres pour créer une moire au chatoiement extraordinaire: elle est une partition polyphonique dans laquelle les voix du locuteur, de l’interlocuteur et de tous les autres parleurs font retour sous la forme d’une pulvérulence de voix enchevêtrées. Au regard de l’histoire des formes, il est intéressant de souligner qu’il ne s’agit plus ici de monologue intérieur, car la sous-conversation ne déploie pas ce qui se passe dans la tête d’un sujet entre les répliques du dialogue; elle réalise en effet l’éclatement de l’unité factice du locuteur, l’effacement des claires délimitations entre soi, l’autre et les autres [...]”8 And so if we ask again who is speaking in VOLUME/unpublished we come to the conclusion that it is neither the author of the piece nor the individual authors quoted, but all these at the same time as each other, or shifted in space/time terms, i.e. contrapuntally. This game on many levels, the confrontation of voices and discourses, does not just mean the loss of the subject and of uniform logic, but also a loss of spatial unity. Polyphony has hypertextual characteristics and gives an impression of being in a complex, multi-dimensional space. It conveys an impression of depth, i.e. it promotes perception in time, without falling victim to an illusion.
Ilona Ruegg’s photographic series Hang und Neigung is based on the (illusory) attempt to present an image-parallel slope, without any principal motif that might help us to define top and bottom, front and back. Undergrowth, subliminal notions, lack of structure, of space, something merely in between becomes concrete as we look, and then escapes again. Perspective is scarcely hinted at. Everything is lacking in distance (within the image and in relation to the viewer). Maurice Merleau-Ponty interpreted distance phenomenologically as a personal investment in a spatial relationship: “… one can understand the perception of distance only as a being in the distance that joins it where it appears. (…) Distance can be experienced directly to the extent that we can find the living present at the point at which it reconstitutes itself.”9 More important than the incline or inclination in the image is the viewer’s inclination vis-à-vis the image. It is only when the image is actively acknowledged that it loses distance and gains depth. It is only by seeing that what is perceived acquires relations that were not prescribed but emerge only from the medium of contemplation. The image is not a copy, but a constantly changing result of a mental process that regenerates itself uninterruptedly. The text is merely pre-text (sous-conversation?) that has to be subjected to a subjective formation process that is always different in its nature. Temporarily setting up sound insulation boards creates an intermediate camp that is aimed at certain aesthetic, acoustic and spatial conditions. Ilona Ruegg makes pictorial structure, speech-locations, sound worlds, imaginative spaces available; the viewers/listeners are not just drawn into them, but have to conquer them and make a new decision about them each time: between light and darkness, between thicket and clearing, between location and mobility, between constraint and autonomy, between here and there, between published and unpublished, between volume and transparency. Du possible, sinon j’étouffe.
A-Z ohne 1 + 1
Ach wie gut, dass niemand weiss
Adler von Oligozän bis heute
Adressbuch deutscher Bibliotheken
Architectue in Los Angeles: a complete guide
Alles falsch
And other works
A - Z OHNE 1+1, Ilona Ruegg, choice of titles from the Library of Contemporary Art, Leipzig 2000
A new refutation of time
A quiet revolution
Arbeiten im Dunkeln
A reader
Art & Language
A Sense of Common Ground
A Spot on the Wall
Auftstieg und Fall der Moderne
A World at a Time
Backstage
Bauhausbauten in Dessau
Behind Eyes
Beirut – Berlin
Big-Conference Center, Erasmus is Late
Bilder ohne Bilder
Bilderstreit
Bismarckzeit
Bits & Pieces
Botschaften der Macht
Blaue Reiter
Blaue Vier
Broken Music
Broken Neon
Buchstäblich
Cancelled Projects
Can you hear me?
Catalogue raisonné
Coulour- Transparency
Cabanes éclatées 26A and 26B
Dada in Japan
Dada in Zürich
Date Paintings
Découpées
Deep Storage
Dein Wille geschehe
Dictionnaire Abrégé du surrealisme
Die drei Lügen der Malerei
Die Mechanische Braut
Die Naiven der Welt
Eine Theorie der Abstände
Eine unvollständige Enzyklopädie
Ein Gespräch
Erinnerungsphotos 1965
Es ist kalt geworden in Utah
Et tous ils changent le monde
Exposure: Open Walls – Bordered Lawns
Fall nach oben
Family Nation Tribe Schift
Farbe
Film Stills: Emotions Made in Hollywood
Familyland
Féminin Masculin
Femmes et Fleures
Fliegende Birke
Fluxus Virus
Folding Pablic Plans
For Sale
Freundlichs “Aufstieg“
From A to B and back again
From Time to Time
Frühe Bilder
Full House
Fünf plus Eins
Gedächtnis der Bilder
Gegenstandslose Welt
Holy Cats by Andy Warhol’s Mother
Il Corpo del Colore
Im Weissen Raum
It always jumps back and finds ist way
J’aime l’éléctricité
Jetzt geh ich in den Birkenwald denn meine Pillen wirken bald
Komm lieber Mai und mache
Kunst des Fliehens
Kunstrecht von A – Z
L.A. lost and found
L’architect est absent
La vie et l’oeuvre de Gustave Courbet
Les Miserables
Lexikon der Kunst 1997. [Monolog]
Links
Lives Here
Living Units
Lovers
Man darf keine Angst haben
Männer ohne Frauen, Parsifal
Mes Poupéé
Missing Time: works on paper 1974 - 1976 reconsidered
MORT D’OR
Muss ich weiterlesen? Die Zeit vergeht. Sie weiss es nicht besser
Nau Em I Art Bilong Yumi
Neither from nor towards
1936 verbotene Bilder
Never odd or even
Nur ein anderer Raum
Obstakel Obst und Gemüse
Offene Bibliothek
On the passage of a few people through a rather brief moment in time
Osaka über den Linden
Pace Car for the Hubris Pill
Paintings and Writings
Pictures of the Real World (in Real Time)
Primal gestures, Minor roles
Privatgrün
Probing the Earth
Red Tapes
Range ta chambre
Reading room
Red tapes
Regeln der Kunst
Rembrandt als Unternehmer: sein Atelier und der Markt
Reorganizing structure by drawing through it
Respirateur
Restes de la Meduse
Return of the real
Rock my religion
Rot in der russischen Kunst
Sandwiches: pressing, pushing and pulling
Schöne Aussicht
Schöne Welt
Seamless
Selfmade matches
Sink of time
Soll und Haben
Songs and other lies
Späte Bilder
Speed
Still Life with Flowers
Still Moving Pictures
Stop the Train
Struktur und Sinn
Strumpet muse
Suddenly one Summer
Sturm
Tapisseries d’Aubusson
Tatlins Dream
Tatlins Rasierschale
The Foundation
The Last Supper
The man who got replaced
The map and the territory
The period of time when systems are inactive, due to failure
The tumbler on fire
This not That
Three blind mice
Übrigens sterben immer die anderen
Umbauten
Unhinged
Unintended Monuments
Verbrennen, verholzen, versenken, versanden
Vergessen
Vestizione Della Sposa
Vier Wände
Walking in Circles
Wall to Wall
Watercolours
What we bought: the new world
While something is happening here, something else is happening there; works 1988 – 99
White studies
Who the Hell is He?
Woman of Dresden
Works
Writings 1973 – 1983 on works 1969 – 1979
Zero
Zur Geometrie des Samurais
Zwei gelbe Striche
Zwei plus eins
Some Moving Things
Man’s voice
the ceiling is painted whiter than the walls
this corner is built by a wall and a curtain
the floor extends through the doorway to the outside
the door opens easily from the inside
it is useless to reach the ceiling
SOME MOVING THINGS , Voice Piece, Ilona Ruegg in FANTASY JACOBA IV, Bruxelles 1999
not from wall to wall
through the window you see the wall
why should you reach the entrance
l‘échelle
elle avait du mal à prendre l‘échelle dans le bus
le rideau, pas tellement pour elle, mais un rideau quand même
sa lampe, son ventilateur, mais pas son lit
elle prenait toujours sa bicyclette - quant au vase, je ne saurait dire
ce n‘est pas son étagère
sans chaise, difficile de bouger sa table
j‘aurais toujours voulu revoir son miroir
Woman’s voice
venant de l‘entrée sans cesse
non, plus proche de la porte
par la fenêtre peut-être
au-dessus du plafond, mais en-dessous du plancher
probablement de l‘extérieur de la fenêtre
pourquoi pas du coin dans le mirroir
ou de derrière le coin, sans toucher le sol
pourquoi éviterais-tu le coin à l‘intérieur des murs
the vase
he never liked the vase, he liked the aunt
the mirror, not so much for him, but nevertheless a mirror
his table , his chair, but not his shelf
he used to take the ladder, but for the lamp, I don‘t know
it is not his bed
without a fan, difficult to move his curtain
I always wanted to ride his bicycle again