Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The thing's hollow—

A minimalist work of the 1960's made by Tony Smith reminded me of the monoliths in Arthur C. Clarke's series of Odyssey novels. Of course, the slabs that were later named Tycho Magnetic Anomalies were not actually made of stone. No one really knew what kind of material they were made of, if at all they represented anything material as matter is defined in the universe.

Tony SmithFree Ride, 1962

Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C. Clarke, together with a staff of designers, conceived the famous monolith of 2001 - A Space Odyssey in New York in November 1965, precisely when Minimal Art was first achieving recognition. In the film the monolith exactly fulfils the role of a ‘McGuffin’: it is the empty signifier that cannot be interpreted but which triggers the plot.
(Jorg Heiser, http://www.frieze.com/issue/article/dark_side_of_the_room. Italics added)

As an empty signifier, the TMA monolith had been subjected to endless association and symbolisms, its minimalist format that should have represented an "operation of radical abstraction" and "avoidance of narrative" ironically re-activating many master narratives. In one sense, this is actually what we would have expected the monolith to do, which is to push forward the evolutionary narrative of humankind, but not something we may have expected if it were some minimalist artwork that is true to its aesthetic pronouncements. In this pairing, nothing else could be more antithetical.

Or, this could simply re-activate some old questions regarding the claims of minimalist art to "eliminate all non-essential features" or to exclude the "unnecessary," beginning with narrative and pictorial representation, and to emphasize the simplicity of "objects" in their own identity or quality. However the motto "Less is more" is interpreted, one thing could be agreed upon. The whole energy of minimalism is devoted to the discovery of what could still be left behind in art after all unnecessary elements have been taken out. Of course, in this case, the most minimal art would be nothing at all, since one artist's "necessity" may be another's "contingency." The disappearance of art, as an object, activity, sign, and concept seems to be the only logical end of this quest.

In Tony Smith's "Free ride," we have an obviously geometric object that could either be seen as an independent entity or as a part of a larger block. Are we supposed to trace it further and add all the missing beams, or  see it instead as a vanishing cube, with only three "parts" left slanted along the three dimensional axes of space (x, y, z)? As a pure coordinate marker, "Free ride" may not be an object after all, but abstracted space, or the eidolon of space, its signifier. Indeed, the space we all ride in, in whatever conceptualization, is a necessity for our existence.

In the famous Saturn scene where Bowman was heading for the monolith, he also discovered that this enormous object, whose polished surface bore no mark of damage from space debris after millions of years, was not really an object after all. Let me quote from that section of Arthur C. Clarke's 2001: A Space Odyssey:

    "Now I'm right above it, hovering five hundred feet up. I don't want to waste any time, since Discovery will soon be out of range. I'm going to land. It's certainly solid enough—and if it isn't I'll blast off at once.
    "Just a minute—that's odd—"
    Bowman's voice died into the silence of utter bewilderment. He was not alarmed; he literally could not describe what he was seeing.
    He had been hanging above a large, flat rectangle, eight hundred feet long and two hundred wide, made of something that looked as solid as rock. But now it seemed to be receding from him; it was exactly like one of those optical illusions, when a three-dimensional object can, by an effort of will, appear to turn inside out—its near and far sides suddenly interchanging.
    That was happening to this huge, apparently solid structure. Impossibly, incredibly, it was no longer a monolith rearing high above a flat plain. What had seemed to be its roof had dropped away to infinite depths; for one dizzy moment, he seemed to be looking down into a vertical shaft—a rectangular duct which defied the laws of perspective, for its size did not decrease with distance. . . .
    The Eye of Japetus had blinked, as if to remove an irritating speck of dust. David Bowman had time for just one broken sentence which the waiting men in Mission Control, nine hundred million miles away and eighty minutes in the future, were never to forget:
    "The thing's hollow—it goes on forever—and—oh my God!—it's full of stars!"

As a hyper-dimensional gateway, the monolith surpasses our notions of space, time, and matter. It's the most abstract item that the human mind could ever encounter. The last sentence that Bowman managed to say linked infinite ideas in one breath, in a locus where materiality and nonmateriality, emptiness and fullness, or time and timelessness also meet together in that other hollow thing we call "language."

Thursday, November 8, 2012

The super abstract sign

Sémiostructure 2006.
In  Damien Dion, : recherches lettristes

In the end, what is a sign, really? Works coming from lettrism up to hypergraphism are perhaps not the simple manipulation of the sign presumed to exist already in this or that form, but the question of its reality and dimension. What are its limits, its borders, its circumference? In Cecil Touchon, probably it almost disappears, an abstract idea, instead of a concrete one. We thought that an abstracted typography like that was treating the sign as a concrete object. Maybe it's asking the question: how and where does it begin and end? Is it a dot, a brief dash, a speck, a whorl, or an immeasurable, imaginary field? Maybe the sign is an abstract idea that we are trying to make concrete, instead of a concrete object that we are simply trying to manipulate. Maybe the sign is neither transparent nor opaque, but super-transparent, super-opaque!

Isn't this what Infinitesimal art is all about?

L'art infinitesimal se veut un dépassement de l'hypergraphie : en effet, les signes ne sont plus ici concrets mais imaginaires. De ce fait, la partie tangible, concrète de l'oeuvre devient un support-tremplin à l'imagination, à la pensée du spectateur. Par exemple, Oeuvre infinitésimale ou esthapéïriste de Isidore Isou est une toile vierge où le public est invité à imaginer tous les éléments possibles, concevables ou inconcevables qui pourraient être peints sur cette toile. La forme devient ici virtuelle. L'art infinitesimal anticipe et dépasse l'Art conceptuel ou les "immatériaux" d'Yves Klein.
-http://lagaleriedutsiou.canalblog.com/tag/hypergraphie    

"Infinitesimal art sees itself as going beyond hypergraphism: indeed, here signs are no longer concrete but imaginary. Because of this, the tangible, concrete part of the work becomes a trampoline base for the imagination and mind of the viewer. For example, Isidore Isou's "infinite-aesthetics" work called Oeuvre infinitésimale is a blank canvas where the public is invited to imagine all the possible elements, whether conceivable or not, that could be painted on it. Here, everything becomes virtual. Infinitesimal art anticipates and goes beyond Conceptual Art or the "Immaterials" of Yves Klein." (My translation.)

The non-positive value of the sign leads to its difficult status when seen beyond simple binarist logics: in the work of Isidore Isou. More interesting, too, is the later idea of excoordism: the art of the infinitely large and small. The size of the sign is an impossible dimension, like an imaginary number.

As a response to Isou, Damien Dion writes concerning this post-it note:


Damien Dion, Toile imaginaire, 2007. 
Post-it collé sur mur. 7,60x12,70 cm.

Réponse possible à "Oeuvre infinitesimale" de Isidore Isou, qui consistait en une toile vierge signée sur laquelle le public était invité à imaginer toutes les formes inexistantes ou possibles. Ici, en plus des formes, j'invite le public à imaginer aussi la toile, concrètement inexistante.
-http://lagaleriedutsiou.canalblog.com/archives/2007/04/15/4634713.html

"Possible reply to the "Oeuvre infinitesimale" of Isidore isou, which was made of a blank, signed canvas on which the public was invited to imagine every inexistent or possible forms. Here, aside from forms, I invite everyone to imagine also the canvas, in itself concretely inexistent." (My translation)

The progression here reminded me of the  scenes in Balzac's "The Unknown Masterpiece" (1831) where the painter Frenhofer claimed that "there are no lines in Nature," and that on his canvas "the whiteness shines through the densest and most persistent shadow." When he finally showed his work to Porbus and Poussin, he said: "There is such depth in that canvas, the atmosphere is so true that you can not distinguish it from the air that surrounds us. Where is art? Art has vanished, it is invisible!" 

"Do you see anything?" Poussin asked of Porbus.

"No... do you?"

"I see nothing."

The two painters left the old man to his ecstasy, and tried to ascertain whether the light that fell full upon the canvas had in some way neutralized all the effect for them. They moved to the right and left of the picture; they came in front, bending down and standing upright by turns.

"Yes, yes, it is really canvas," said Frenhofer, who mistook the nature of this minute investigation.

After bemoaning the fact that the two other painters did not see anything at all after devoting his ten years on the work, Frenhofer burned the canvas and died that same night. Of course, with Dion's imaginary canvas, there is nothing to burn, unless you also use an imaginary fire. Yet, if we look again, everything is still there; the words can never be erased, and the unknown canvas sits forever burning, concretely inexistent in the language.

Unable to fully rid ourselves of the need for signifieds and signifiers, we could at least try living with their extremely abstract existence or concrete inexistence.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

The sign as an object

Grafism 11/12
Semiotic operations must require meaning as either a signified idea or a signified referent. This has bred all the famous dualities that saw the sign to be the intersection of material and immaterial entities requiring a sort of hylomorphic or hypostatic union and other mediating figures: sense and referent, meaning and context, object and idea, intention and extension, denotation and connotation, indication and expression, among other similar binaries that required union, reflection, contact, or any other means of intersection as the metaphysical, epistemic, hermeneutic, or semiotic ideal. The semiotic operation must be in harmony with an objective or transcendental component; if not, it is reduced to a lesser opinion, delusion, deception, and other arbitrary or relativistic interpretation.

The sign as the  intersection of presumed material and immaterial entities , the rescue work done to produce significance against insignificance, information against noise. The sign is the locus of this dual world, marking off the limit where meaning and meaninglessness collide.

The size of the sign: how long or how big a sign must be to be a sign? is it a word, a sentence, or a whole book? Or is is the totality of human speech and writing?  A never-ending story, this is the chain of signifiers.

When you say This is a sign, you have reduced an (endless) operation into an object, and replaced an operation of meaning for another, which is not less dependent on a binaristic logic, true, but already counter-semiotic. Language, which hitherto had been caught up in the binaristic semantics of the old sign operation, gets manipulated in ways that supposedly demonstrated its detachment from this semiotic function, and treated as if it were a primarily scripted material loosened from its customary signifieds. It no longer speaks for or of an other than itself; it holds no other secondary significance than as glyphs circulated in a "physicalized" mode. (In another mode that disrupts the old binaristic semiotic circuit, the open-ended operation of the signifier always leads to irresolvable moments of undecidability, always unsettling any resting point for meaning, generating it at every turn as an arbitrary necessity.)

How does a sign become an object?  There must be a sort of metonymic reduction here. The letters or words I use as signs are now seen as part of a whole mechanism of meaning-making. By being treated as arbitrarily associated only to these meanings, the sign gains an autonomy and a status of "materiality." The sign is given a limited shape, size, or length. It is now a signage or a signal.* (The sign as signal is pure marking with a momentum of its own against all transcendental signifieds or binaristic regimes of meaning.) No longer a participant in an endless chain, this new sign becomes a plastic, malleable object, able to blend or melt with other objects. In this mode of immanence, the sign stops where the object ends. As object, this sign is also in a meta-semiotic state, an item or an element that is handled as if it were really all what the sign can be. No longer of the Saussurean variety, this one is rather "material," and has no binary organs. This is the Word made Flesh, the reverse of allegory, an old binaristic operation of meaning. The sign in this state has zero divinity, and incarnates only itself, appearing in the world as an identifiable, manipulable item.

How is this miraculous reduction implemented? First, signs (plural form now) are no longer drawn normally: they gain space and sizes, their manipulation is foregrounded. All sorts of violation happen because the order of words is no longer the mirror of another order, language can now take any format... Abuse of metaphor in surrealism, chance, automatic writing... futurist typography, sound poems... fluxus, language poetry, until becoming a superfluid text with zero structure (Peter Ganick).

Next, they become objects of treatment, like in lettrism, or abstract typography in art and sculpture, hypermedia... In Touchon, the letters defragment, then seem to disappear as specks, a remnant of an ancient planetary explosion....

Isn't street art like graffiti one of the most famous manifestation of the objectification of signs? The stylizations and transmorphic aspect of graffiti lettering evince the manipulated and malleable quality of things. In addition, the fact that it must be done on spaces not designated for signs must be one of the sources of their transgressive quality. Not only do they break down the divide between semiotic and nonsemiotic spaces, but they also infuse signs with an object status by placing them in spaces reserved for real estate divisions: public or private walls. Graffiti can only maximize its transgression of these divides as long as the wall it occupies has not yet been designated legally as semiotic space (ads, billboards, etc.).

Later on, normal signs even become fully dispensable, like in asemic writing or art, machine language, post-literate writing. Meaning is now always elsewhere. and writers can no longer write with the old language: they can only scribble. It is as if the hand was deprived of language but must go on operating by itself, and must make do with plain scrawling while dreaming of a contact with an unknown language.

A whole batch of semiotic operation is then abandoned for pure technical processes of manipulation. Pure detritus, all writing is now really garbage (Artaud). Thus, "Conceptual" writing is born.

Semiotic operations under other regimes of meaning take revenge, and create their own hypersign, the hyperreal. This is when the big signs come out: billboards, political slogan repeated ad infinitum like a mantra or hypnotism, mediatisation of the image, viral explosion of information, endless electronic files or sheets of data: the more signs, the more truth; the more repetition, the more reality there is. Reality TV is the new game of the name. Big signs say big words.

When the older semiotic operation is abandoned for the opaque signage, meaning no longer goes beyond the limits of the scripts but loops back into them.  However, this opacity of reading must still be within perceptible limits, or it won't be possible to begin with. That is why the end of the semiotic process can only be executed as a symbolic gesture in some styles or conceptualization of writing and art. In real, everyday practice, we still all need to talk to one another, act as if nothing happened; even those who don't believe in signification still write letters and sign contracts.

No, we don't stop using language, whatever it may be now or in the long run. We only revise the thinking that language works by deriving its final meanings from some mystical constant or structure. The impact of these changes can be seen in how we now talk about where our meanings come from and where they go. The meanings we exchange can be explained to be coming from many reasons, but can no longer be seen to be derived from a mythic, cosmic, transcendental, romantic, objective, or nomological semiotic operation.

Meanings do get fixed by regimes of reading or desire or habit, but not by signs operating under any transcendent principle. (Maybe we can envision regimes of reading like "cliques" or "schools of thought" that work in formal or informal networks. Yet, even within, there would be micro-fissures of reading, with versions spreading and mutating, until turning around the limits of their enclosing paradigms.) To unsettle the semantic loops, it was only strategic to re-imagine the sign as arbitrary, then as opaque material loosened from its semantic contracts, until it finally reaches a state of detritus, with all its (metaphysically-derived) sense driven out since Ionesco. (In the Bald Soprano, we see how language is stripped of sense from the quotidian and the logical up to the cosmic level. Here, language becomes the arena of this "purging" because of its status as the privileged medium of knowledge.)

The arbitrariness postulate, together with its opaque, materialist extension, is simply a polemic against semantic contracts with metanarratives or other similar regimes of meaning. Arbitrariness is an a posteriori idea. Like chaos, there is nothing chance-like about it the moment it strikes. Whatever strikes us comes down with the force of an absolute hammer. In other words, arbitrariness is an after-thought, allowing us the luxury of a second reading. Since we cannot make two simultaneous readings that are contradictory, we do them as a sequence: "It is raining. It is not raining," all in the same present tense. The meaning of the first sentence becomes arbitrary right when the second becomes necessary. In the end nothing we do is arbitrary or chance. Everything is a rule. We just choose which ones we like or need. Or better yet:  an unknown rule is always choosing us first.

The polemic of the opaque sign, then, was a countermeasure not only against a regime of transparent and binaristic semantics but also against semantic contracts that yield only customized and customary meanings. If things were formulated differently, this polemic and symbolic counter may have taken a different tact.  We have yet to mention how the sign can only emerge because of the differential exclusion of the nonsign. All signifying gestures that presuppose meaningfulness must operate through a simultaneous bracketing of meaninglessness. What can a nonsign be except this noise (Michel Serres) in the channel that surrounds the sign and allows it to generate information or meaning? Every reading has a nonreading as its hidden twin, all the monstrous forms that have been forgotten after the dawn of things.

This opposition between meaning (sign) and non-meaning (nonsign) is not a simple binarism. If you move beyond a certain point towards one end, you will find yourself at the other end, and so on. Thus, what we actually have is an endless swing toward both ends, never really defining for us the pure state of meaningfulness and meaninglessness.**  These two terms are not axiomatic givens, as if we knew what they were ahead of time. In any process that involves scripts, images, symbols, or signs, that is, any language game, everything seems to be moving by positing positive and negative values, or units and gaps, along the way. It is as if the very act of walking was creating the road itself, instead of the walking being done over a prior constructed path.

Each action creates its own space, or weaves its own path, instantaneously assigning poles of meaningfulness and meaninglessness as constitutive horizons that do not have absolute positions, nor absolute values. The uncertainty of the real value of these poles even renders them mysterious. It is for a regime of signs to decide which is which to be able to set itself up. When that happens, a certain threshold is reached: everything solidifies into a dogma, and becomes too signifying or too obvious. What was previously dismissed as meaningless starts making more sense; what was thought to be meaningful loses all meaning. The sign, to which we formerly ascribed all the operation of meaning, remains as a category that is as unstable and as indefinable as that of the nonsign, making it more and more difficult to determine the real face-value of semiotic operations.

* [I]n information theory... the "messages" are not contained in the signals... [The signals] carry no little replica of the message. The whole notion of information theory as "the power to make selections" rules out the idea that signals contain the message (Michael Reddy, "The Conduit Metaphor," 303).

** "I've come to the conclusion that it's very hard to write a gesture completely devoid of meaning or to write a gesture that's completely filled with meaning" (Michael Jacobson, asemic artist).