Chris McAuliffe — Stieg Persson-Manet’s Leg
Time and again, Stieg Persson and I have talked about Manet. What kind of modernist was he, what is his relevance to us today? Now, in Sculpture 1992 — Manet’s Leg, Persson has his own little piece of the master. Manet’s leg was amputated as he endured the final stages of syphilis. Persson’s imagined history of Manet materialises him in the present at the moment of his passing. A talisman reconstituted in the antipodes, the legacy is transported as a fetish object to be worshipped by a modernist cargo cult. But the modernist master is not represented in his mythic greatness but in his mortality, fragmented and diseased, just as his modernist legacy has decomposed and been corrupted.
Sculpture 1992 — Manet’s Leg is part of a personal history, but, like all the work in this exhibition, it reflects on the historically problematic status of modernism in Australian art. The burgeoning historiography of modernism in Australia art has mapped a number of possible positions for artists and critics. There is the modernism we had to have; the various historicist imperatives which insist that Australian artists produce a version of European or American modernism. These generate tales of importation, emulation or parallel development. The tragic mode of art history appears in stories of the modernisms we never had (self-loathing laments at the Philistine provincialism of Australian culture) and the modernisms we almost had (so near but yet so far). On the other hand, there have been critiques of the modernisms we didn’t want (the cultural nationalists’ arguments against imported or imposed discourses). Only recently have more measured histories been written; the stories of the modernisms we did have. These trace the formation of a critical regionalism through Australian artists’ manipulation of international discourses.
These histories of the local and international incarnations of modernism need to be taken into account when discussing Persson’s work, but knowing this doesn’t necessarily make interpretation any easier. The first problem is that the more carefully we plot the vicissitudes of modernism in Australia, the more fragmented the field becomes. We are left with a myriad of narratives, each figuring modernism through discourses of history (personal and national), locality, and cultural aspiration. This, I think, is why Persson seems to offer us modernism so ambivalently. His practice is not so much about declaring a definitive position with regard to modernism as it is about staging the problem of modernism for an Australian artist of his generation. This gives rise to the second difficulty. In the rush to make easy distinctions between modern and postmodern, art criticism has left no room for intermediary positions. As a result, Persson’s work, which neither embraces nor abandons modernism, is left to drift.
What lies behind the pieces in this exhibition is Persson’s experience of the modernisms available to Australian artists in the late ‘70s and early ‘80s. Persson studied painting at a time when one hegemonic version of modernism (the formalism espoused by Clement Greenberg and his antipodean acolytes) was being pushed aside by an equally hegemonic and totalising version of postmodernism. The shift in the balance of power, however, was not so clear. While vigorous criticism of formalism had been developed in Australia and abroad in the late ‘60s, and alternative practices developed through the ‘70s, the Greenbergian paradigm still had its adherents. It remained entrenched in respected, mainstream criticism; was still a key component of the styles of the more successful local artists; and continued to be part of the art school curriculum of the time. In addition, and this still holds today, formalism could still be seen as cogently addressing the operations of painting (especially surface and space) despite the fact that these observations of formal operations had been turned to historically and ideologically questionable ends. More importantly, critiques of formalism often pointed to its narrow reading of modernism and its elimination of practices that ran counter to its canon. This raised the possibility that there was still something to be found in modernism.
Given this scenario, it was possible that Australian artists of the late ‘70s might choose to continue to explore the history of modernism without declaring an allegiance to formalism and without proposing its postmodern successor. This is the decision that Persson made. But having made that choice, the problems multiply. How could he continue an engagement with modernism when it was being swept aside very publicly by the new postmodern vanguard? It was not possible to express unqualified support for modernism, but nor was it possible to jettison it. The problem, then, was to avoid both homage and pastiche, to articulate a critical discourse in and about modernism.
The solution that Persson has developed involves combining a variety of languages so that the viewer can actively trace the rhetorics of modernism; its operations, its margins and its exclusions. The works, then, embody the dilemma that I have described. In each case, it is a matter of thinking what kinds of modernism are being deployed, what works and what does not, what is appropriate and what is not, what is permissible and what is not. This is done to achieve neither resolution (the establishment of the supremacy of one modernist position) nor rupture (the collapse of modernism into irreconcilable difference). In a sense, the uncertain history of modernism in Australia (the failure to adequately emulate Europe, the failure of formalism to provide the miracle cure), allows Persson to be more of a spectator than a participant. Each of his works asks what modernism might be for an Australian artist; an artist working in a culture which seeks out the postmodern without even being sure of what its modernism was. The point is not to propose the redundancy of all modernisms on the basis of the passing of one version (formalism). The point is not to leave modernism behind without having adequately explored it, and not to compound the error by leaping immediately to a reactive version of postmodernism. Persson’s work constitutes a series of exercises in discursive possibility (legitimate and illegitimate, functional and dysfunctional modernisms), rather than an affirmation of a master narrative — modernist or postmodernist. I emphasise this because it is often not recognised just how heavily involved in modernism many contemporary postmodernist Australian artists are. And it is indicative of the simplistic reading of artistic practices in Australia that, in spite of the poststructuralist admonition against master narratives, postmodernism was presented as just that in the first half of the ‘80s. Persson has an indirect engagement with modernism as a regional problematic. This is different from many other young artists at this time who marked the problematic status of modernism more bluntly (if not crudely) through strategies of pastiche and fragmentation. (And different again from those who dealt with the problem through nostalgia and revivalism.)
I think that the key tactic that Persson uses to work out his uncertain position is collage. Like the modernist collagist, he combines a number of different materials, visual conventions and spaces on the one surface. Unlike the modernist, however, I don’t think that he invites us to retrieve or reconstitute a dominant code (representation) from among the several presented. In addition the layers are metaphorical as well as material and conventional. Painting 1992 — Crush, is built on a monochrome field, a sign for reductive abstraction. Two nudes are painted on this field; one facing ‘into’ the fictive space of the canvas, the other facing ‘out’ towards the real space of the viewer. These represented figures establish form and pictorial space, but also invoke the 19th century insistence on the body as the site of meaning and the pinnacle of artistic practice. However, since they are derived from a photograph, they speak of the gradual distancing of the artist from the real in the age of mechanical reproduction. The chromatic and tonal ‘reversal’ of the figures as a colour photographic negative exaggerates this paradoxical loss of the real. The original early 20th century photograph depicts two young African girls, signalling the voyeuristic eroticism and ‘primitivism’ that permeated modernism. Finally, since the photograph was used by Matisse, in lieu of actual models, as the basis for a sculpture, it introduces the perennial debate as to the relative merits of painting and sculpture, as well citing a canonical master of modernity.
Beyond these initial layers, with their allusions to representation, abstraction, the body, desire, primitivism, mastery and modernism, are the collage elements, literal and simulated. Here, a series of modernist oppositions are articulated: the real versus the represented; transparent illusionism versus self-reflexive display of means; abstraction as decorative pattern and as non-objective formal construction. The modernist hierarchy of legitimate and illegitimate practice is acted out. If there is a discursive instability evident in these oppositions, the formal rectitude of the painting perhaps compensates for it. All the components of the painting are presented frontally and centrally, anchored to the upper and lower edges of the canvas; the conflict is resolved, formally at least. Here, another modernist rhetoric is tabled — painting as problem solving.
If the painting allows me to recognise and reiterate received ideas about modernist art, it also reminds me of the awkward faults concealed beneath the surface of that authoritative discourse. This questioning of modernism is still accompanied by an acceptance of some of its tenets. The Eurocentric and patriarchal discourses of modernism, the hierarchy of media, the arbitrary distinctions between different modes of pictorial language are all revealed yet the flat frontality of the painted surface and the compositional solution of axial symmetry still appeal, salvaging some integrity for the painting. This, I think, suggests something of Persson’s relationship to modernism: conscious of its failings, he cannot ignore its successes.
In Painting 1992 — Large Marauding, for example, modernism beckons welcomingly, only to disintegrate on closer examination. A flat, frontally oriented space is eked out of a laterally divided surface The vertical stripes in each of the two sections increase their width in opposing directions; left to right above, right to left below. Operating on formalist principles the stripes in the painting acknowledge, and to an extent respect, the flatness of the canvas even as spatial play is introduced through the figure ground reversal of stripes and patterns and their optical motion across the canvas. But, in formalist terms, the patterns are illegitimate in that they have more than a purely formal function. They are decorative, symbolic and historically specific; they mean at a level other than that of form alone. The painting works (as a formal exercise, as a kind of modernism) only up to a point. When the repressed returns the painting mutates into … what? A meditation on the ideological limits of formalism; a reflection on absent visual traditions; a metaphor for the artist’s uncertain, love-hate relationship with modernism.
In Stieg Persson’s new works, modernism is registered not merely as a formal activity, but as history. Painting 1992 — The Field, speaks of histories of modernist style, of Australian art, and the historical present. The title refers to the exhibition of the same name which, in 1968, attempted to graft international formalist abstraction onto Australian culture, only to see it wither on the vine. The image is based on a work by Larry Poons, one of the masters of colour field abstraction. But when the systematic play of formal units in the modernist original is reconfigured as random, the integrity of the formalist surface breaks down. As is the case with Persson’s zips and stripes, the patterning element is not neutral; content, other than form itself, is reintroduced. Dalkon shields drift across the still ground of the painting. Sinister symbols of a failed reproductive technology; they allow the politics of gender, power and medical technology to intrude into the apolitical, transhistorical ideology of formalism. This reintroduction of meaning is not a matter of knee-jerk anti-formalism, but a reminder of how problematic the apparent absence of the social-historical present in formalist art was. And all of these citations — style, exhibition, politics — are part of the artist’s own history, his attempt locate his position in the past as it persists in the present.
Chris McAuliffe 1992
Originally published in the exhibition catalogue
Stieg Persson
Manet’s Leg
City Gallery, October 1992
ISBN 1 875303 03 0