My work isnít environmental. Itís present in pedestrian space, but is not so strong or elaborate that it obscures its context. It doesnít take over a space, but rather coexists with it. Environmental art makes a new environment and obscures the old one, and thatís as far from what I want as realistic painting is. Most paintings and environmental art are aesthetically discontinuous with ordinary space, which is a quality I donít want in my work.
My work is not illusionistic in the normal sense of the word. It doesnít refer away from itself to something that isnít present. Its illusions are simply present aspects of it. Illusions are just as real as facts, and facts just as ephemeral as illusions. Illusionism is making a picture of something. Possibly the trapezoids and rectangles I made were pictures of something, but the open pieces arenít.
Iíd rather be in the middle of a situation than over on one side either looking in or looking out. Surfaces seem to imply that whatís interesting is either in front of them or behind them.
Interiors are elusive. You canít ever see an interior. Like eating an artichoke, you keep peeling away exteriors until thereís nothing left, looking for the essence of something. The interior is something you can only believe in, which holds all the parts together as a whole, you hope.
Thereís an inherent transience to my work. Many larger pieces may only exist for a few days in a particular place, before being put away indefinitely. They are in principle always able to come into existence again at a future time, but will then be part of a new situation. If I remake a piece in a new place, itís a different piece. If I remake a piece in the same place, itís still bound to be a different piece than before.
The line is a whole, an identity, for a particular place and time. I assume that this identity can be sensed by others.
What I object to in a lot of art is its illustrative quality, the quality of being an execution of an idea. I donít have an idea first and then find a way to express it. That happens all at once. That notion of executing an idea is the same as giving form to material, and itís a confusion of terms. Ideas are executions. I donít make ďdematerialized art.Ē I complicate actual situations, and this is as material as anything else. Itís the same false distinction of paring away the matter to get at the idea which allows people to talk of something getting ďdematerialized.Ē
The use of numbers or systems in what I do is very casual and incidental. Sometimes pieces have even-numbered sets of measurements if size isnít critical within general limits. More often, though, pieces are only measured after theyíre completed. What Iím doing really doesnít have anything to do with geometry, and it doesnít have anything to do with deductive reasoning. The series of pieces for the Kunstraum is a series only because, after the important three-dimensional decisions had been made about the piece, it had a natural ambiguity about itóthe parts could equally well be in any one of several positions. So the series is a consequence of those options; it comes after the fact.
My work always exists in an interior space. This two-part being in a place is a given condition of all my work. Pieces are conditioned by and bound to a particular place. Still, they are not commentaryóthey donít tell a story about a placeóthey are just there. Thereís finally no reason for a piece being here or there. They are limited by the structure of a place, but not deduced from it.
The scale I work on is large enough, but itís particular, too. Large pieces canít be transferred from place to place without being re-done. Thatís a reduction in scale from a lot of sculpture in that it precludes, to an extent, a piece being uprooted from its point of origin without my being involved in it.
More and more, working seems to be like performance; not in the sense of presenting a process, but in the conditions required to complete a piece. Some things are done and complete in my studio, but others are ambiguous until done in a particular place. A studio is necessarily vague and hypothetical for pieces like that. I like the connectedness of that kind of pieceóyou canít stick it under your arm and carry it home. It has its own place and lifespan.
|This text was first published in Fred Sandback. Munich: Kunstraum, 1975, pp. 11-12.|