The
fine art of conversation
'This
Progress' by Tino Sehgal was on display at the Guggenheim Museum in New York
from January 29th until March 10th, 2010. My friend and I enjoyed this
pleasant, interactive art piece. It filled the entire Frank Lloyd
Wright-designed rotunda. As we walked up four floors, four strangers treated us
to a delightful conversation about 'progress'.
On
the second floor, a young child greeted us and asked for a definition of
progress. After I scrambled to provide him with a simple answer: 'when things
get better', he stumped me by asking for an example. My friend Emily could
think on the spot faster and suggested evolution. While walking, our new friend
asked us questions about what we meant.
On
the third floor, a teenager who questioned the notion of progress itself
appeared, and our younger child left. Our new conversationalist invited us to
examine why 'things must get better'. He asked us to consider other
forms of progress and to provide examples from our personal lives. He shared a
few of his own, including his memorable frustration with the way new technology
only sped up the amount of time we wasted.
Once
on the fourth floor, he left and a charismatic woman replaced him as our
walking companion. She was closer to our age, and advocated using anger to
achieve our goals because it was 'more efficient and direct'. I enjoyed her
analogy to the two sides of this argument. She asked me if I was "more
like Martin Luther King or Malcolm X? You seem like you're more Martin Luther.
You probably wouldn't hurt a fly." When I replied that I was more like
Martin Luther King, she pointed out that he was dead.
On
the fifth floor, soon after our young woman disappeared, we met a senior
gentleman. As we strolled a bit slower up the rotunda, he asked us about the
weather. Once at the top, he wished us both a nice day and hoped we enjoyed the
conversation.
Sehgal's
work began with a scripted introduction, and continued with the personal
experiences of the people who engaged us in conversation. In interviews, Sehgal
described his work as 'constructed situations' and abhorred any comparison to
performance art. Instead, he insisted that he challenged the authority of the
museum as a 'temple of objects' by substituting art objects with live people.
Perhaps
more intriguing was Sehgal's refusal to document his work. Aside from the
visitors, who were not allowed to take pictures, he insisted that the museum
could not create exhibition catalogues. Moreover, the contract to purchase his
work (which fell in the six figure category) was oral. If the purchases failed
to meet his strict provisions the work became a 'fake'.
Although
Sehgal did not intend his work to be humourous, I found it immensely amusing. I
have never enjoyed myself so much in a museum. Nor have I ever had a
conversation with a work of art that answered me back.