
Courtesy Ronald Feldman Fine Arts, New York
Eleanor Antin, "The Artist’s Studio" (2004). Chromogenic print, 46 5⁄6 x 58 5⁄8 in.
"Historical Takes"
at the San Diego Museum of Art
July 19–November 2, 2008
“Historical Takes” is the title of Eleanor Antin’s current exhibition at
the San Diego Museum of Art, featuring near mural-size photographic
tableaux vivant derived from classical history and mythology. Since
2001, Antin—a performance and multimedia artist, filmmaker, and
pioneer feminist—has created three such series, developing issues
dating far back in her career, while departing significantly in format,
address, and emotional tone. Over four decades Antin has authored a
stream of productions—photo and text ensembles, staged performances,
films—sharing a preoccupation with the fashioning of selfhood and
its ambiguities, and incorporating a variety of theatricalized personae,
some freely invented, others impersonating historical figures, in
piquantly evoked dramatic settings, mostly of the 19th or early 20th
centuries. A sampling of earlier works, appended to the present
exhibition, illustrates both the continuities and the disjunctions. Antin,
whose inimitable presence formerly occupied center stage, here limits
herself to the role of off-camera designer and director.
The tableau vivant, or live representation of a well-known painting,
came into vogue in the later 18th century. In the 19th century, it
became a favored subject for the new medium of photography, with
faithful mimicry increasingly replaced by freely invented compositions.
Antin’s revisiting of this tradition differs from her treatment of period
models in such works as her Angel of Mercy (1977) a photo piece
dealing with Florence Nightingale in the Crimean War, or her faux
silent film of shtetl life, The Man Without a World (1991); in these,
period subject matter and period media characteristics and style were
carefully aligned. If the ostensible subject matter is now the classical
antiquity of Greece and Rome, the presentation has little (except in
some of its eclectic decor) to do with Greek or Roman art. Instead, the
world it evokes is that of 19th-century academic neoclassicism, in which
antiquity itself is an ideologically driven mirage. The large scale and
elongated proportions of these digital photographic prints, as well as
their smooth, shiny surfaces, uniformly sharp focus, and brightly
contrasted colors, unmistakably recall the posturing “salon” paintings
of mid- to later 19th-century France—officially sanctioned monuments
of establishment taste. One such is imitated directly: the vast Romans
of the Decadence (1847) by Thomas Couture, Manet’s teacher, now at
the Musée d’Orsay. Other works recall, though less literally, paintings
by the likes of Ingres, Gerome, and Alma-Tadema, while still others
are pure Antin; among these, The Suicide of Petronius (2001) is a
particular tour de force, with its friezelike compositions set against a
Pacific sunset (as seen from the courtyard of Louis Kahn’s great Salk
Center in La Jolla). Compared with Antin’s earlier historically situated
fantasies, with their intimate scale, gentle pathos
and disarming whimsy, these are the Technicolor
and CinemaScope versions. Behind the open
invocation of 19th-century official painting, there
is an echo of the sword-and-sandal epics proliferated
by the Italian film industry during the ’50s
and ’60s, with their voluptuous starlets and sweaty
musclemen.
Despite the virtuosity of Antin’s maneuvers in
staging live reenactments, we are left in no doubt
as to the utter artificiality of the entire project—
and not solely because of the intermittent anachronisms
(Athena totes an assault rifle; Hera wields a
vacuum cleaner) slyly inserted here and there to
give the game away. Artifice is pervasive and boldly
foregrounded. Insiders familiar with Antin and
her works will share a complicitous pleasure in
spotting friends and colleagues incongruously
costumed and made up as if for a masquerade
party. (This writer must confess that he appears in
two of these works.) But even those without
specialized knowledge cannot evade the realization
that they are witnessing a charade, however seductive,
amusing, or sometimes touching.