If you want to know what Nerf, Gimberg and de Wet are [un?]doing, have a look here. Also, you'll find a link to "Mental Pictures", which is currently on at Blank Projects.

Labels: Barend de Wet, Christian Nerf, douglas gimberg

Labels: Barend de Wet, Christian Nerf, douglas gimberg

You'd have thought I'd have recovered from my shitty week by now. Be that as it may, I still feel an urge to complete the thoughts that started off this little series, and look into Christian Nerf and Douglas Gimberg's One More Day to Regret.
The show sandwiched a week in which I had a particularly faithless feeling. And now, worse, I haven't been able to get this show out of my head all of the next week. Indeed, with all the emphasis in the press releases and elsewhere on futility and meaningless (quotes such as "The expression that there is nothing to express, nothing with which to express, no power to express, no desire to express, together with the obligation to express" and "The artists themselves do not motion to put the socially conscious viewer at ease, and it is perhaps the task of this projected viewer to grapple with their own questions of meaning, to interrogate the idea of the hierarchy between the blatantly meaningful (the things we are taught to care about) and the meaningless (the work of the devil)." and "a backwards logic that illustrates how one has to lie in order to avoid becoming a complete fraud, how one has to fail in order to avoid becoming disgustingly triumphant and how one can only avoid the pretence of the meaningful by attempting to express meaningless."), I felt I had a pop song stuck in my head: a half fragment devoid of significance battering around between my ears. Instead of One More Day to Regret it was Oops... I Did It Again. The more I thought about it the metaphor got stuck in my head, Britney's insatiable demand for meaningless, as embodied by the catchy but content free choruses, seemed appropriate for what was happening in my head: "Did they go on the trip, or didn't they?" backwards and forwards. Britney is also a master of constructed identity. The constructed elements are what sold the music by creating a hype, an identity for the music that fills in it's lack of content with pervasive virginal sexuality, an All-American cheerleader beauty and cleanliness (with enough dirty to make it seem cleaner). The content is now an image. In the words of the song Oops... I Did It Again:

I think I did it again
I made you believe
We're more than just friends
Oh baby


And later:

Oops I did it again
I played with your heart
Got lost in the game

And finally:

I'm not that innocent

Britney, here, addressing her audience not some jilted lover, admits to pulling the wool over our eyes. NME, in their review of the album of the same name, called Britney "an evil genius". Doug and Christian have too created hype through the construction of identity, with a similiar tugging of the wool, and a similar built in confession, although admittedly the currency they are after is slightly different than Britney's. There's a second major deviation, in that Doug and Christian aren't using a virginal girliness but a machismo. The image that they present in lieu of content is that of the disenfranchised white male, the opposite of the metrosexual city boy who has found enfranchisement in hair and skin. It is the tinkerer, the DIY garage man, who in this post-industrial post-apartheid era finds little use for his skills, so embarks on futile projects to satisfy his masculine urges towards usefulness: be it a garden bench or a boat. This image is reinforced by the acts they repeatedly advertised in the run-up to the show: growing a beard (a symbol of matured masculinity), drinking beer, braai-ing, and acts of destruction. And of course, rowing a boat containing three generations of white men. And I hope the symbolism of them having to bail out a neat vagina shaped vessel isn't lost. As for Douglas allegedly dropping an ounce of gold off the side, midway through the trip, Britney once again comes to my rescue:

"Britney before you go, there's something I want you to have."
"Oh its beautiful, but wait a minute, isn't this... ?"
"Yes, it is."
"But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end."
"Well baby, I went down and got it for you."
"Oh, you shouldn't have."

Of course, you could accuse me of reading too much into Britney. When faced with meaninglessness the intelligent brain obliges and fills in the blanks. Similarly, when faced with self-proclaimed futility, well, I'm not that innocent. When I stopped looking at Britney as intended, other possibilities sprang up.
When I stopped looking at One More Day to Regret as an extended social experiment in hype, and looked at it as a traditional object of art, the work is loaded with meaning. Indeed, the work, especially Escape to Robben Island, could be political, although in dubious taste. Three gentlemen attempt to escape the turmoil of home to willing incarceration, or perhaps a reversal of Autshumao's (Harry the Strandloper) legendary escape in 1658 (and the only succesful rowboat escape in the island morbid history).
Or a reference to the drowning in 1819 of Nxele, the Xhosa chief who died trying to escape. His name, as Nelson Mandela points out in his introduction to Robben Island in his autobiography, has been embedded into Xhosa in the phrase: Ukuza kuka Nxele, meaning a forlorn hope. Is this the futility?
Of course, a friendlier reading could be a comparison to Escape From Alcatraz, the famous movie based on the true story of Frank Morris and John and Clarence Anglin 's escape from that prison. It is perhaps more appropriate: the escape used an elaborate ruse, and the outcome is covered in myth. It is wandered if Frank Morris was waving not drowning, essentially purposefully creating a legend. The starring role of Clint Eastwood, famous as the cowboy with a tough, no-nonsense masculinity, and the loose cannon cop, is also fitting, he finds himself through the toughness of his actions.

And finally, Britney once again:

It might seem like a crush
But it doesn't mean that I'm serious

Labels: britney spears, Christian Nerf, douglas gimberg

This has been a shitty week. I've struggled to write, to make art and have spent countless hours listlessy cruising the internet. Maybe it has to do with the dread and foreboding of an approaching birthday, but traditionally that can be drowned in alcohol, which I'm sure will work on Friday like it has for countless birthdays. Rather, I have a faithless feeling, like art is a meaningless in-joke and I'm its butt end. Don't get me wrong... I think this faithlessness is major part of being an artist, a good dose of it weekly keeps you regular. So then, why has it been a shitty week?

The faithless feeling has been exacerbated by being sandwiched between two shows. The surprising thing is that I think I like both shows (think, because one is yet to happen). The first is Zander Blom's The Drain Of Progress, and the second is Christian Nerf and Douglas Gimberg's One More Day to Regret. The latter I'll discuss after I've seen the show, but I'll start with this quote from the press release: "The artists themselves do not motion to put the socially conscious viewer at ease, and it is perhaps the task of this projected viewer to grapple with their own questions of meaning, to interrogate the idea of the hierarchy between the blatantly meaningful (the things we are taught to care about) and the meaningless (the work of the devil)." The former too uses futile acts to interrogate meaning, if in a slightly more introspective way. Zander Blom's work is ultimately disillusionment and irony tempered by a nagging sincerity.

I've unfortunately, owing to my shitty week, run out of time to finish this thought. Tune in tomorrow for The Shitty Week Part 2

Labels: Christian Nerf, douglas gimberg, Zander Blom

Studio 2666 artists Gimberg & Nerf are AIR [Artists in Residence] vs MIA [missing in action] at the Gugulective's TaMlamli Black&White cube space. They are boat building for the next several days, and nights, and invite you to lend a hand or just come drink beer, bring and braai and have a chat.
"One of the easier interpretive alternatives would be to simply deny a rationale altogether and frame Gimberg and Nerf's undertakings as indulgent adventures, Scooby Doo type mysteries that dabble with the dark arts and the deep seas; playful pursuits that amicably expose the futility of art to those who take it all too seriously. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your personal predilection, this projective vision of two men showing off the evidence of their various maritime, horticultural, destructive and escapist fantasies for their viewers to actively enjoy is disrupted by the very obstruction that prompted its application in the first place. Gimberg and Nerf's employment of a deliberate and strategic exchange that provides one piece of information while enshrouding another suggests that the lack of information, of reasoning and explanation is not the reactive product of a hostility towards explanation (or even over-explanation) but rather of an appreciation of obscurity that is allowed to remain obscured rather than be substituted by silliness. The indications of an approach that is sympathetic to futility within Gimberg and Nerf's various projects are also, therefore, indicative of an ability to understand the importance of attempting to express the meaninglessness of meaning without feeling the need to giggle about it (whether nervously, sarcastically or in earnest). This is not to say that the work is without humour, the absurdity of the project, so enhanced by the insecure paranoia and obsession that its obscurity often provokes in the viewer, ensures that the benefits of self-irony are not lost with the rejection of frivolity." Ryan van Huyssteen and Francis Burger
This all has something to do with "One More Day to Regret", "Escape to Robben Island" and perhaps the satanist/artist "Ed Young". Come see for yourself.

So, the something different worked ok with the piece on Brett Murray, so I'm interested in what responses, dear reader, you have towards this (developing) art work. Specifically, two questions arise:
a) Does the purposeful obscurity and secrecy Ryan van Huyssteen and Francis Burger suggest work as an artistic strategy?
b) What does it mean to be making art, as white people, in Gugulethu?
I'm curious for your responses.
Read more on the project at Studio 2666, and at the projects blog One More Day To Regret.

Labels: Christian Nerf, douglas gimberg, Gugulective

Douglas Gimberg and Christian Nerf present CARPENTRY 101. The artists will be attempting to dismantle traditional wooden sculptures, you are welcome to join them.

"We are not perfect." Gimberg
"Sometimes bad people do good things." Nerf

A book will accompany the show with contributions from Ronald Suresh Roberts, Bettina Malcomess, Nuno Sacramento, Robert Sloon, Ed Young, Andrew Lamprecht, Bianca Baldi, Johan Kritzinger, Dan Halter, Lizza Littlewort, Gimberg and Nerf.

Opens: August 8
Closes: August 31

blank projects
198 Buitengracht Street, Cape Town

Labels: carpentry 101, Christian Nerf, douglas gimberg, listings

Barend de Wet's quiescent MoCA, AKA Museum of Temporary Art, has been taken on by Christian Nerf and Kathryn Smith. Expect exhibitions, publications, experiments and awards.

Labels: Barend de Wet, Christian Nerf, Kathryn Smith, MoCA