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It has been a big year for Rodney McMillian. In a rare achievement for any artist, three major East Coast institutions mounted simultaneous solo exhibitions of his multimedia works, spanning more than a decade. At the Studio Museum in Harlem, the Institute of Contemporary Art (ICA) in Philadelphia, and MoMA PS1 in New York, McMillian’s shows laid bare the complexities of racial violence and injustice in the United States. As McMillian told Artforum, the exhibitions presented “different modes of engagement within my practice” across forms, conceptual strategies, and themes—including the class-based politics of domesticity, the liberating construction of identity in science fiction, and the bloodied history of the American landscape.[1]

In conversation with McMillian, curator Heidi Zuckerman described his body of work as fulfilling the “intention to communicate some of the complexities of things that are taken for granted if people do not ask questions.”[2] This statement parallels James Baldwin’s oft-quoted imperative, a rallying cry for creative practitioners: “The artist cannot and must not take anything for granted, but must drive to the heart of every answer and expose the question the answer hides.”[3] Baldwin was talking specifically about the hidden, oppressive social structures that artists like McMillian so thoroughly expose. Baldwin’s great hope, writing in 1962, was of the US finally “moving beyond the Old World concepts of race and class and caste.”[4] While progress has been made in the past half-century, race, class, and gender are still major social problems that demand artistic interrogation.

At the Studio Museum in Harlem, McMillian’s sculptures and wall-based works constructed from broken furniture, smashed appliances, and shoddy textiles materialized an environment of domestic distress. These ironic “Views of Main Street” served as a powerful context for video works that took direct verbal aim at problematic government policies. Together, the works in this exhibition (March 24ndash;June 26, 2016) exposed individual and community struggles hidden behind a bucolic vision of the American dream and exacerbated by national economic directives that hit poor, often African American, populations the hardest. Untitled (2011) is a huge maroon carpet crusted with trodden-in dirt and cut into the shape of a floor plan, probably of a low-income studio apartment. A long rip in the fabric has been sewn up. It smells dank, indicating its origins in a neglected building, and its patterns of wear map out the ghosts of its former home. A single clean rectangle preserves its velvety pile, perhaps protected at one time by a corner couch or refrigerator; the worn pathway is an index of limited human movement. Reoriented onto the wall, the carpet juts out onto the floor like a welcome mat. Like a similarly scaled, cracked and peeling linoleum work (Untitled, 2006), it speaks to architectural space as social space. Though absent, this space is palpablemdash;messy, smelly, aged, and never purely theoretical or abstract.

Four works made from found seating reinforced the sense of domestic insecurity, even danger. Untitled (2009) violates a near-archetypal piece of middle-class furniture: a birch-framed, beige-upholstered Ikea Poäng armchair. A slickly painted, rough, black column penetrates the seat of the chair, leaving a dark stain reminiscent of forensic evidence surrounding a wound. While the column is made from cardboard, it looks heavy and irremovable. The absence of a seated person brings to mind a near-miss. This work is often read as representing sexualized violence, but the tableau feels somber in its stillness; the scene is inert and unmovable, perhaps capturing the sense of inevitable defeat wrought by poverty. Though McMillian appropriated his own Ikea chair for this work and often uses his body in performances, he does not intend a personal expression or claim autobiographical significance. “These works have nothing to do with my life, but they have to do with certain ideas within culture that relate to the body,” he explains. “It’s about the idea I’m trying to communicate. Once I understand or decide what it is I intend to say, I then seek out a way to say it. So, one approach is to think through the idea from the perspective of different material possibilities, questioning which one enables the idea to be the most apparent. I’m usually not too concerned with trying to master a technique…I’m usually just happy I have an idea and a plan of action. Once I have that, it’s about the physical work, the labor, and staying focused on the why.”[5]

“The Black Show” at the ICA (February 3–August 14, 2016) featured textile and paper sculptures, as well as videos in which McMillian performs, all revolving around science fiction as a means to reconstruct identity. A massive black, white, burnt orange, and blue-painted paper curtain snaked diagonally through the gallery’s main space, suspended from the high ceiling through shiny, domestic-looking eyelets stitched into a stiff black vinyl hem. Layers upon layers of ink, acrylic, and latex paint created the startling impression of a forest of flailing limbs, or the fleshy insides of a body, lit suddenly by a camera flash. (In contrast, the reverse side is matte black.) A monumental, yet brittle intervention, Many moons (2015) dwarfed visitors and choreographed a curving pathway around McMillian’s videos, wall-based sculptures, and textiles. He describes the effect of the work as “being inside and outside; being an image while also creating a darkened space for a video; perhaps delineating the space into night and day…I think it provides multiple ways of moving through, viewing, or grasping the exhibition.” Discussing a similar work, Representation of a Landscape as a Wall (2012), he explains, “I wanted to shrink the space, to make a painting that was as much about a viewer’s physical presence in front of it as it was about looking…[Many moons] was made with similar concerns, so it’s about architecture as much as it’s about painting and sculpture.” In contrast to the critical perspective on urban housing in “Views of Main Street,” “The Black Show” treated architectural space as something malleable in ways both hopeful and sinister. These varied bodies of work installed in different cities and institutions remained in constant conversation. As McMillian explained to me, “It’s a matter of location. If we’re in Central Time, Pacific Time, or Eastern Time, right now we’re in different time zones but we’re talking at the same time.”

Sculptural form played a major role in “The Black Show,” from the monumental curtain to the large- and smaller-scale, wall-mounted works in stitched black vinyl and latex paint that animated the space. McMillian used the entire gallery from top to bottom, turning the exhibition into an essayistic constellation of works. Untitled (lungs) (2008–13) and Untitled (target) (2012), two textile sculptures hanging diagonally opposite each other, brought the violence and systemic racism condemned by the Black Lives Matter movement into full view. The half-collapsed, blackened lungs molded in painfully angular chicken wire and fabric viscerally recall the last words of African American father Eric Garner as he was held in an NYPD chokehold: “I can’t breathe” became a mantra of national protest at peaceful rallies and on social media.

6 At the time of McMillian’s Studio Museum exhibition, one of the museum’s windows bore an “I can’t breathe” sign to signal community solidarity. McMillian’s black vinyl target used art historical references—Eva Hesse’s bodily abstractions of circular and dangling parts such as Vertiginous Detour and Jasper Johns’s now-canonical Target with Four Faces (1955), a painted representation of a shooting range target with cast faces mounted above—to draw attention to the act of looking as an act of violence. In today’s surveillance culture, which affects nonwhites the most, we are all familiar with this condition. Installed high on the wall (close to the ceiling), Untitled (target) cast an ominous presence, like a security camera looking down on gallery visitors and the vulnerable lungs alike, its form a reminder of the consequences of being seen, of being a target. Such strategic placement of works reinforced the sense that viewers were, even if only momentarily, inducted into a very specific, and traumatic, lived state. The museum’s security cameras and alarms took on a hyper-visible aspect as the viewer became alert to this pervasive system of watching. As McMillian explains: “Since the time I could walk and talk, I have been aware that every time I leave my house, I can be misidentified and end up with a State-sanctioned bullet to the head…There is no way to represent trauma. I have no interest in trying to. I’m more interested in presenting a representation of our lived state that includes trauma.”7

Wild Seed and Wizard (for Doro) (both 2013), which take their themes from science fiction, also address bodily trauma. While much mainstream science fiction has been criticized recently for its straight, white, male-centric attitude, McMillian draws on the literary dark fantasies of Octavia Butler to feed his vision: “These works were inspired by Octavia Butler’s Seed to Harvest, from her Patternist series [of novels]. Butler’s work is a challenge to hegemonic structures, among other things.” Wizard (for Doro) consists of a black vinyl hooded costume with a sadomasochistic feel, hung on the wall as if left behind in a dungeon; like a remnant from a performance, it resembles a skin that might have been shed and reanimated. Wild Seed is an expectant, bulbous outgrowth stitched in vinyl. The psychic African protagonist of the Patternist books, Doro can steal others’ bodies in an alternative world, where the body is something that can be slipped in and out of, violently controlled. Butler’s novels circulate around a persistent set of questions about whether and when people are really free.8

The phallic Column (2015) at ICA, which covers the gallery’s central load-bearing pillar in a black vinyl skin, slips a new “body” over an institutional marker. This gesture, which reflects sci-fi’s renegade creation of new ways of being, appears as an attempt to change the institution itself. McMillian has explained the attraction of such a strategy: “While reading Wild Seed, I was drawn to the transformative abilities of characters such as Anyanwu as well as Doro with his skin-snatching powers. They are able to move through, out of, into, or to a something or a someplace through their bodies and the bodies of others. The orifices, tubular forms, and cavities I’ve employed in my work are portals, sites of transformation, confounding Euro-ethnic patriarchal stereotyping of Black bodies.”9

The exhibition “Landscape Paintings” at MoMA PS1 (April 3–August 28, 2016) captured these desires and frustrations through tightly limited materials: 12 used, queen-size bed sheets purchased from thrift stores—many with price tags still attached—combined with latex, acrylic, and ink. Each painting builds on, drips off, and bursts from its intimate ground into a three-dimensional form that provokes visual associations with mouths and canyons, plants and comets. The rivulets and globs of blue and brown paint on Blue Sun (2014–15) appear to be in motion, like still-settling seismic layers or a shadowy eclipse-in-progress. Other works flow toward the floor or bundle up like giant knapsacks. Nailed askew to a wall, a creased, inflammably shiny, blue bedspread appears pregnant with a black reptilian lump the size of a human torso. This work, Wildseedling: it was already there (2014–15), acknowledges Butler’s writings in its title.
At the far end of this gallery at PS1, partially hidden behind a temporary wall, a monitor screened one of McMillian’s first video works, Untitled (sheet performance) (2005). The grainy, looping film opens on the artist’s head, body, and limbs obscured under a white sheet, which gently billows over his outstretched arms like theater curtains drawn closed in anticipation of a show. Slowly, the sheet undulates in response to McMillian’s movements. Soft light and shadow pick out folds in the fabric, recalling a dissonant variety of cultural and ideological tropes: classical statues, cinematic Ku Klux Klan imagery, and the fluid costumes and gauzy sets used by contemporary dancers, such as Trisha Brown. As the movement evolves into writhing, thrashing, and bending, the body finally appears trapped in a veil of whiteness. “My interests in performance sprang out of necessity,” McMillian explains. “There were things I could communicate through performance that were not possible through other mediums or forms. My understanding of the history of performance in art is that it originated out of a need for immediate political engagement. That, I’d say, has been the predominant motivating factor for my use of it in my practice. The video, Untitled (sheet performance), was shot on a Super VHS camera, which I liked because of its video quality [or] materiality. It also happened to be the only camera I had for many, many years.”

Performance on video ran through all three exhibitions. Like the juxtaposition of the sheet paintings and sheet performance, in each space, the different mediums joined their voices together. In “The Black Show,” the videos were suspended in space on scrims or projected onto cavernous sections of wall, allowing visitors to walk around them, view multiple moving images at once, and hear overlapping sounds. It was almost as if we were in the long grass with McMillian as he crawls, painfully rasping the words to “Gimme Shelter” or were invited to participate in the dance with death in A Migration Tale (2014–15). At the Studio Museum, Untitled (the Great Society) I (2006) played on a small monitor installed next to a battered, anthropomorphic refrigerator seemingly shot in the “stomach” area, two worn armchairs sadly cemented together with romance novels, and small, sticky-shiny black reliefs (from the series “The Clampetts,” 2010) reminiscent of the reptilian surface of Wildseedling. The violence implied through this cluster of beaten-up domestic objects and flayed-looking skins bears witness to the so far failed dream of an inclusive Great Society. As McMillian has said of this exhibition: “I hope to question what ‘Main Street’ means. When I’ve heard that expression, I have never believed it referred to me or other African Americans, regardless of our economic station.” In the video, McMillian recites President Lyndon B. Johnson’s 1964 “Great Society” speech in a dry, reserved tone and with small accompanying facial movements and hand gestures: slightly furrowed brow, slow up and down movement of the hand. The speech thematically focuses on urban growth, education, and social improvement—that illusionary sense of domestic security denied by the works in “Views of Main Street.” Johnson’s central claim—that “The Great Society rests on abundance and liberty for all. It demands an end to poverty and racial injustice, to which we are totally committed in our time”—feels as unsatisfied today as it did half a century ago.10

James Baldwin’s essay on the creative process was published just two years before Johnson’s speech. For Baldwin, the price of progress is “a long look backward when we came and an unflinching assessment of the record…the war of an artist with his society is a lover’s war, and he does, at his best, what lovers do, which is to reveal the beloved to himself and, with that revelation, to make freedom real.”11 McMillian certainly does not flinch at the past or the future. Through carefully chosen materials and means, he reveals the ways in which freedom is still not real for many American citizens—and declines to offer tidy solutions.

Notes
1 Alex Fialho, “Artforum 500 Words: Rodney McMillian,” May 4, 2016, .
2 Heidi Zimmerman, “Painting the Domestic,” in Rodney McMillian: Landscape Paintings, exhibition catalogue, p. 27, (Aspen: Aspen Art Press, 2015).
3 James Baldwin, “The Creative Process,” in Creative America (New York, Ridge Press, 1962), pp. 17–19.
4 Ibid.
5 All quotes unless otherwise noted are from a phone interview and e-mail exchange between Rodney McMillian and Becky Huff Hunter, June–July 2016.
6 See and .
7 Rodney McMillian, “Wildseedling: there are veins in these lands,” in Landscape Paintings, op. cit., p. 110.
8 Thanks to Dr. Marika Rose, postdoctoral fellow at Durham University, U.K., for an illuminating conversation about Octavia Butler’s Patternist series of novels.
9 Rodney McMillian, “Wildseedling: there are veins in these lands,” op. cit., p. 106.
10 The text of the speech is available at 
11 James Baldwin, “The Creative Process,” op. cit.

In Nick Hughes’s densely worked aquatint intaglio prints, puppet or toy-like figures float in formal relation to intricately modeled furniture, tentatively moored in deep black and silver-grey surfaces. Each work on paper arranges impressions, or as Hughes puts it, “naive descriptions,” of materials that surround him in both his studio and memory: a wooden souvenir doll; an erroneous colonial-era biological sketch seen in a museum; a perspective-defying circular chair of modernist design. As lived-with objects and images become thoughts, they gain layers of meaning. Hung in collectively titled groups—“Awkward Menagerie,” “Architectural Heritage”—this diverse content comes together in conversation.

Like dramatically spotlit photographic stills—picture the performance documentation of oversized props and choreographed stances integral to Robert Wilson or Christopher Knowles’s recitations—Hughes’s prints suggest a moment captured within a broader set of movements or possibilities. Each character and item, modeled using tender line and tone, becomes part of Hughes’s tactile lexicon or alphabet of objects, reminiscent of Philip Guston’s collections of small textural still lifes that stack and queue up into rearrangeable visual sentences. The pools of darkness in each work foster mind-wandering: the impetus to imagine, connect, and narrate combinations of motifs that slip across the assembled prints.

Allusions to familiar crafts and childlike illustrations coax the dropping of one’s guard to free association—a reading of these works as depicting a Western collective unconscious, which must be uncovered, sifted, and sorted through in order to find new cultural grounding and progress.

The title of Jane Irish’s most recent solo exhibition, “A Rapid Whirling on the Heel,” adapted a phrase from Edgar Allan Poe’s epic 1848 prose-poem “Eureka.” Poe’s text unfurls a cosmology that anticipated the “big crunch” theory of an infinitely collapsing and expanding universe. Mobile conceptions of time and location, the likes of which undergird modern cosmic physics, similarly permeate Irish’s decade-long painterly inquiry into the histories of Western imperialism and resistance knotted around the Vietnam War. The exhibition comprised fifteen framed egg-tempera paintings, ink drawings, and preparatory studies, each ostensibly depicting ornate European period rooms and Vietnamese heritage sites, and a large-scale triptych, Cosmos (all works cited, 2015), which was suspended theatrically from the gallery’s high ceiling. Each work takes anachronism as the structuring device for its depictions of dreamily warped interiors. The tempera-on-linen Malouiniere Chipaudiere with Figurehead presents a Breton colonial-era foyer and dining room, decorated with warm-toned Louis XV furniture and a wall-mounted slave-ship figurehead surrounded by chinoiserie paneling and trompe l’oeil wallpaper. Yet these wall decorations and panels bear 1960s and ’70s antiwar iconography—veterans’ helmets, daisies, discarded medals—juxtaposed with idyllic scenes of pre-French-occupation Vietnamese pastoral and spiritual life, all rendered in camouflage hues of forest green and golden brown. By interlocking these three cultural moments, Irish boldly marks similarities between the US assault on Vietnam and the eighteenth- and nineteenth-century imperialist invasions of Southeast Asia and beyond.

While traveling in Hanoi Province in 2008 and ’10, Irish studied the archaic Vietnamese Nom alphabet and pictograms from motifs on ancient ceramics, whose gestural shapes she would later incorporate into her work. As with cursive script, these forms articulate the movement of the hand across the grounds of Irish’s paintings. In the gouache Malouiniere Launay Ravilly Reception Study, loosely calligraphic marks perform a kind of visual shorthand for objects in an eighteenth-century chateau. A plump burgundy “figure eight” sprouting spindly curves indicates a chair; a quickly brushed blue circle amid a stack of horizontals signifies a carved mantel; human figures are zigzag tangles with inky trailing limbs. The swift, straggly action of the brush lends this interior a malleable, ephemeral quality: A maroon chair bleeds into a maroon rug; stalactite-like drips imply dereliction. It is as if all the painted lines, static for now, might at any moment reanimate their wriggling movement and destroy the room’s fragile integrity. The more fully worked—but no less visually active—Malouiniere Launay Ravilly Reception hung immediately to the left of the gouache study. Ghostly images of protest and pasture drift on this room’s pale ceiling, sketched in electric magenta and in some places inverted as if revealed via camera obscura. Protesters’ signs read gold star mothers, in reference to a service organization for mothers of fallen soldiers, the text rendered as fluidly as the figures. This “resistance ceiling,” as Irish calls it, appeared in several exhibited works, replacing traditional decorative painting mythologies of warring gods with images of mourning. These people, objects, signs, and army-green panels slip, move, and recur throughout Irish’s oeuvre, inscribing a painful loop of trauma.

House of Tan Ky, depicting a preserved historic dwelling in Hoi An, is one of three works in the exhibition with a Vietnamese interior. While Irish’s subverted chinoiserie is again present, in place of a ceiling the dark wood interior opens out into an expanse of oceanic blue-and-green wash studded with Vietnamese zodiac and mythological signs—including a bucking horse, floating crustaceans, and monks in prayer—concisely dotted and delineated in white tempera. These pictograms evoke a shared experience of gazing in wonder at distant galaxies. The show’s linchpin, the suspended Cosmos, made in direct response to Poe’s “Eureka” and to Vietnamese cosmology, develops its theme across three hefty and densely covered tempera-on-canvas panels. Floating above the viewer, the work’s deep blues and grays, reminiscent of the palette of traditional ceramics, conjured watery heavens inhabited by dragons. Cosmos, embedded with some of the same antiwar vocabulary as the wall-mounted paintings, is a literal manifestation of the resistance ceiling. Hovering ominously overhead, the painting implicated the gallery and visitors in the difficult histories that Irish confronts, and invited viewers to seek connections between the deep impact of European colonialism and the burgeoning US imperialism that ravaged Vietnam and persists unabated to this day.