An ongoing dialogue between Henry Tietzsch-Tyler and Stuart Taberner


Henry Tietzsch-Tyler, 27 February 2009

I have attempted over the past twenty years to track a sense of the contemporary moment as exemplified by the idea or image of a kind of threshold zone whose character is one of interminableness – the threshold not as a location for the stepping over from one state or condition to another, but as a place or condition in itself, an endless waiting towards, a becoming nothing.  For me this has not been the expression of a vague feeling of ‘nowness’  but has, I believe, its roots in the concrete experience of growing up in and living through particular conditions at particular times.  Certain kinds of childhood landscapes still appeal to me very strongly – the rubble strewn and weed overgrown demolition sites of the 1950s and early 1960s (that one still finds in Berlin), and the rocky, brush wastes of Western films of that same era. The feeling of a place where there once was something and will be again, if not just yet (even in the space of the painting). To paint that moment when you try to start again – it is not surprising to me that my thinking so often settles on those two periods of German history, the immediate post-war and the post-Wende years.
Not only have I tried to visualise this attempt since the beginning of the 1990s in a series of painted images, but I have also tended to speculate on the ground from which these images spring, in particular reading extensively over the years the testimonies of those who lived through the Nazi period in Germany . The material which I sought out or, more often, found by chance, whether the books of testimony or books of photographs, the piles of newspapers, the objects and clothes, I began to feel could not be separated from the paintings, as though they were source material and the paintings the finished works. But in trying to bring them together in some kind of ‘event’ of showing I found them to be irreconcilable. This paradoxical association of elements, the inseparable yet irreconcilable, is probably what pushes my work on as well as presenting it with its greatest problem, that of a kind of necessary incompletion.

Stuart Taberner, 4 March 2009

What strikes me reading what you have written, and also in the course of our conversations, is the locatedness of your work, or at least your way of thinking about your work, in a concrete historical  reality – I really hadn’t expected that when I first encountered your work, since, as we’ve discussed, I took your work to be a rejection of representation, or the mimetic, in favour of an extreme abstraction. But, above, and in our conversations, you come back time and again to your family history, and specifically to the stories your mother told of her life in Germany and her move to England; I’m particularly fascinated by the way you link this personal narrative to the ‘larger’ narrative of German, European and world history, and, I guess, to the history of modernity, which now appears, to us in the present, to be overwhelmed by the ruins of its own hubris and deformation. But looking at your work again, I now see the link: to Anselm Kiefer, perhaps, but also to Walter Benjamin and his thoughts on Paul Klee’s painting Angelus Novus:

‘There is a painting by Klee called Angelus Novus. It shows an angel who seems about to move away from something he stares at. His eyes are wide, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how the angel of history must look. His face is turned toward the past. Where a chain of events appears before us, he sees one single catastrophe, which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it at his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise and has got caught in his wings; it is so strong that the angel can no longer close them. This storm drives him irresistibly into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows toward the sky. What we call progress is this storm’

Walter Benjamin, 1940, "On the Concept of History," Gesammelte Schriften I, 691-704. SuhrkampVerlag. Frankfurt am Main , 1974. Translation: Harry Zohn, from Walter Benjamin, Selected Writings, Vol. 4: 1938-1940.

I see the link, then, between the concrete history of the disasters of the twentieth century, to a large extent centered on Germany and your mother’s connection to Germany, and your work in which a solid sense of rootedness in particular historical circumstances, ‘living through particular conditions at particular times’, is abstracted into a more ephemeral experiencing of dislocation, rootedlessness, and disorientation, the results, universally, but also particularly for individuals, of world history, and of German history especially, in the recent past. I’d like to explore this connection more with you, in conversation, but also through ‘reading’ your work – though we have also talked about the question of intelligibility, and of the tension between my drive, as an academic, to ‘interpret’ and your tendency as an artist to simply ‘work’.
I’d like to know more about the role of testimonies in your work – what is the relationship between the testimonies of Holocaust survivors and your work, with its focus on the history of Germans and their dislocation? Do you see an ethical issue here? Or, is it rather German (non-Jewish or other persecuted) testimonies to which you are drawn, such as the stories elaborated by your German mother? We’ve already discussed the ethical issues here of obfuscation and repression of the ‘deeper’ German history of which your mother, along with other Germans, was a part. How do you address these?
I have lots of other questions, too. About the relationship between endings and new beginnings, for example. But we can discuss those another time!






Henry, 15 March 2009

I want to comment on one or two things that you wrote because they point towards motivations, starting-points, references, influences, which are perhaps what one usually looks for in trying to figure out the work of an unfamiliar artist. I am thinking of your mention of Kiefer and of Benjamin and Klee.
I tend to reject the idea of ‘influences’ because, to me at least, it seems to suggest being propelled forwards, even moulded, by earlier examples from the field in which one works. On a conscious level at least, most of the connections I make to my own practice are retrospective and are suggested by the work I am doing at any particular moment, or by reflection on past work.  I am not trying to suggest that my own work is disconnected from the larger context of art, only that the connections are complex ones. So I rather see my work as thinking backwards or as allowing the past to come forwards, and maybe you notice this when you refer to Benjamin’s ‘thoughts on Paul Klee’s painting Angelus Novus’. In fact in 1996 I included in an exhibition in Prague a copy of the well-known photograph of a stone statue, probably on the top of a church or a municipal building, seeming to look out and to gesture, from the right-hand edge of the (cropped) photograph, over a wasteland of ruined buildings, presumably somewhere in Germany at the end of the Second World War. I showed it together with a number of paintings all of which were devoid of any recognisable figurative content, similar to the one’s you are familiar with, and pinned to a blanket that covered a stack of ‘hidden’ canvases awaiting their turn to be displayed in a periodic rotation of images. For me, that photograph had already come to stand in for the Benjamin piece you mention, and I used it, among other things, as a point of departure for conversation with visitors to the exhibition (see Tereza Bruthansova, Atelier Prague 20/26.9.1996).

There are of course reference points in what I am doing. In the 1970s and 80s one could hardly not be aware of the work of German artists like Joseph Beuys, Anselm Kiefer, Georg Baselitz, Gerhard Richter and the Neue Wilden.  I also had an interest in some East German painters at that time, like Hartwig Ebersbach, who I met in Leipzig in 1990. More recently I have been interested in the Űbermalungen series of paintings that Arnulf Rainer made between 1953 and 1963, mostly, and self-interestedly, for what light I feel they may or may not shed upon my own work. I don’t necessarily accept as definitive Rainer’s ‘explanation’ of those paintings – probably I look for something closer to my own intuition about the experience of working in, or out of, that time, and for something that feeds my own questions and needs. An ethical relation comes to mind. Despite the fact that I work primarily with painting, my main reference points, certainly since the mid-80s, have been philosophical, literary and musical: Martin Heidegger, Peter Handke, Paul Celan, Karlheinz Stockhausen (and many others). That short list in itself suggests to me the existence of some kind of difficulty in language - one that I have also attempted to embrace.

A starting-point for the paintings of the past almost two decades can be found in my painterly working of the in-between-spaces in the figurative canvases I painted between 1986 and 1990. I became preoccupied with the painting of these Zwischenraűme, or with these Zwischenraűme as paintings (for me perhaps themselves a pointer to Modernism), at the same time that I began, more directly than before, to explore the recent history of my family in relation to Germany and to consider the possibility of related ethical questions. You mention ‘a rejection of representation, or the mimetic, in favour of an extreme abstraction’. I have thought more in terms of pushing out of the field of vision the representational or figurative elements in an image in favour of a pervasiveness of the space between things. In that case it is probably not quite right to think of the paintings as abstract. If one keeps things more ‘concrete’ however, could this be construed as a kind of ‘looking away’? Or alternatively, could it be taken as an instinctive rejection of the appropriateness of representation, or an admission of its inadequacy, in the context of the background to the work insofar as it comes into contact with the German and Nazi crimes of the period? And perhaps this is where a link to testimonies can be found. My readings of both Jewish and non-Jewish testimonies began out of a desire or need to expand on the one personal narrative that I was familiar with and which had, from an early age, formed much of my mental picture of Germany during the war and early post-war periods.

Stuart, 18 March 2009

I’m interested in the idea of Zwischenraűme which you mention above and which we talked about a lot when I visited your studio last weekend in Sheffield . But I’ll come back to this. First, the question of influences: I see entirely what you mean about allowing the past to come forwards into the present, because I am struck, often, by the profound asynchronicity of  your work, or perhaps, better, its ‘multi-synchronicity’. By this I mean that it feels to me as if it exists both within a locatable painterly/artistic tradition, embedded within Modernism, as you say above, and particularly the German – and exile German – manifestation, or reappropriation of Modernism, after the war,in the shadow of Auschwitz, with echoes of Benjamin, Klee, and the other artists you mention, and yet also within the present; it is not as weighed-down as the work of these artists with their direct experience of that particular moment in history, it seems to me. And you said yourself, at the weekend, that other things play in your paintings, not just this past, including Sheffield as a post-industrial city, with its particular colours and feel. I think this is what is so interesting for me – the hybridity of cultures and narratives that you embody and which your work seems to incorporate: your calligraphy, the letters, words and numbers (mostly years: 1950, 1951, 1952, etc.) incorporated into your paintings, which is recognisably ‘German’, a conscious adoption of that part of your history, the philosophical underpinnings of your working methods and reflections, again recognisably and consciously German for the most part, and, in combination with these, the constant return to a colour palette that reminds me of grey cities in the north of England: pale greens, greys, browns, and so on, dirty and yet somehow compelling.

Űbermalungen and Zwischenraűme: we talked a lot at the weekend about your working methods and I was fascinated to hear just how long a painting can take – or just how quick it can be. I was fascinated by your incorporation of ‘chance’ events into your paintings, by your unwillingness to ‘work out’ the ‘accidents’ caused by a brush nicking against the canvas or by paint splatter or running. Is there a sense that there is in fact no such thing as chance – that you are not in control of what you paint but that it will be what it will be? Or, is rather your concern with chance a further example of the existential edge to your work: an acceptance of the arbitrary? And is this related, again, to the history that we have discussed, to the collapse of narratives of reason and designability following the failure of modernity in Auschwitz? Or am I over-reading!? But: Űbermalungen and Zwischenraűme – you described to me the intense physical effort of scraping thick paint repeatedly over a canvas, but more striking for me was the tension between ‘somethingness’ and ‘nothingness’ (if either of these things really exist – nothing is always something). Some of your paintings are so ‘worked’ – whites have been mixed in and colour and texture worked for so long – that, arguably, ‘nothing’ remains (this, I suppose, is related to your resistance to figurative content), which seems to point to a refusal of meaning, a refusal to concede that meaning might even exist. Or, the worked canvas itself becomes the meaning – the effort that goes into it, the history and biography which motivate your effort, the materiality of the canvas and the paint; so, a very local, very concrete, very ‘an sich’ meaning immanent to the painting, suggesting that there is no meaning beyond it, or that nothing has meaning beyond itself. I am struggling with this line of thought, as you can see!
But, then, other paintings, more recent, do have ‘something’: these gaps, Zwischenraűme, where it might be possible to glimpse a history, a structure, a shape…
I’m going to keep thinking about this…

 


 

Henry, 29 March 2009

I certainly don’t think you are over-reading, neither in your suggestion of the significance of the arbitrary, nor in the reference to the failure of modernity, and I think both readings are applicable here. The question of that particular period in German history, from which Auschwitz remains, often to confound thought and feeling, and of the responsibility of the Germans who were there, or of those who have inherited a legacy of its memory, is something that is always shadowing my attempts to make sense of my own locatedness through work. My use of the calligraphic, whether a single phrase or a few words in charcoal on long strips of paper as a reminder of thought on the studio floor whilst painting, or in pen or pencil in a notebook, does indeed display a willed adoption over many years of German letter forms, which in fact I use whether I write in German or in English. As a child, my mother’s handwriting was always a mystery to me, and I have tried to ‘open myself up’ to that mystery. This calligraphic element, along with photographs and the use of significant dates, though still important within the framing of the work, have long been excised from the paintings, existing, rather, externally to them, as though that which is removed always remains waiting somewhere close by. Over the years they have been added to with books and objects that the paintings would have struggled physically to contain. I prefer in any case to insinuate that struggle. But there is another way to understand the removal of those elements, as well as the removal of the painterly figurative. My question (or one question for me) is not how much ‘extraneous’ material a painting can hold, or to what extent it can try to become ‘complete’, but is rather one which tries to consider incompleteness and a lack of totality. All the different elements in my work now stand in an uncertain proximity, where they may or may not have a bearing on one another. After all, can a painting really face history?
In an attempt at facing, the painting facing history perhaps, does the painting stand in for the artist, the act of painting for the grappling with conscience and consciousness? Is it also an attempt at distancing, or at displacement - a need to gain a remove, a vantage point, or a psychological escape?
But... back to the Zwischenräume: I am not really interested in a painting that depicts an example of an in-between-space, or a painting in which one can identify gaps and spaces, though such spaces may exist as a result of the painting process (where they may indicate other necessary, perhaps psychological, aspects of the working process). I remain much more interested in a painting which wants to be an embodiment of the Zwischenraum, a painting that stands, in relation to its making and the motivations acting on it, as a Zwischenraum (which I understand to be a space or place that has no meaning in itself, but rather gathers up the meanings of those things that press against it), a painting that doesn’t close off thought but allows for thinking. Perhaps this is more what I mean by its ‘incompleteness’ than that the painting itself is unfinished.

You also mention that I spoke of Sheffield and its importance in my work. Sheffield certainly has played a role over the years, not only because I have lived and worked in the city for more than thirty years, absorbing its character daily on my long walks to and from the studio, but also because, on account of its particular, almost, one might say, spectacular geography (it is built on seven hills), it embodies the possibility of achieving distance and perspective, and a sense of orientation and locatedness.

Stuart, 1 April  2009

Starting with the idea of a historical legacy which can be inherited by subsequent generations, I know that you’ll be familiar with the work of theorists such as Marianne Hirsch who argue, in relation to the Holocaust, that such legacies can be framed as a kind of postmemory: ‘Postmemory characterises the experience of those who grow up dominated by narratives that preceded their birth, whose own belated stories are evacuated by the stories of the previous generation shaped by traumatic events that can be neither understood nor recreated’. Hirsch further argues, and I think this is important in relation to what you say about your own processing of the stories told you by your mother of her experiences of the war and its aftermath, that postmemory is not 'absent memory', or the 'gaping black hole of the unmentionable years' but that it is 'as full or as empty, certainly as constructed, as memory itself'. [1] I’m interested here in several aspects. First, the ethical problem, as we’ve discussed before, related to the question of ‘trauma’: postmemory evidently always assumes a traumatic core or event but there is the risk that ‘traumas’ become interchangeable, and undifferentiated, and also extremely hard for people ‘outside’ of the trauma to engage with other than via a ‘helpless’ empathy; your mother’s experience of the war, as a German, was no doubt traumatic for her, and your engagement with that trauma is certainly a form of postmemory, but how do you (as I know you struggle to do) situate your engagement with her stories, their obsessive intrusion, it seems to me, into your attempts to tell your own belated stories, in relation to the stories told by Holocaust survivors and the postmemory of these stories endured by their descendents. This is probably an impossible question to answer, not least because, as you have hinted before, a strictly ethical approach, an approach that you perhaps tend towards in the brutal reductionism of your work (i.e. the elimination of content, and thereby of experience, stories, gestures, memories), would demand that you remain silent, and this is clearly also unreasonable, even unjust. Second, I am more and more interested in the way in which, to return to Hirsch, you consciously, even enthusiastically, foreground the reality that your postmemory, your working through of the stories told you by your mother, is 'as full or as empty, certainly as constructed, as memory itself'. I am interested in this element of constructedness; in the stories that you tell me of how you work, and why you work, you appear to me to be consciously shaping a narrative – a plausible explanation of why it is that you work in the way you do, and of how this might be connected to your family story – but then you undercut this, often quite abruptly, declaring that this is 'only’ your subjective perspective, that other family members remember your mother quite differently, and that your work might actually have other sources. I’m interested here particularly in the way in which this consciously constructed narrative relates to other discourses, some prosaic – the drive to explain your work in ways which tie into contemporary academic and artworld obsessions (memory, trauma, subjectivity, etc.) - some more existential: the need to make sense of your work to yourself. Perhaps there is nothing to be said here?

I think what I am getting at above might be related to your thoughts on 'facing history’ and whether a painting might 'stand’ in for the artist, grappling with conscience and consciousness, whilst also perhaps enacting a distancing from that which provokes the need to grapple with conscience and consciousness? It might also be related to the issues you raise about the uncertain proximity between different elements within (and without) the particular painting, to the extent that, as you’ve mentioned before, whatever 'appears’ on the canvas is a displacement (to some other place 'off’ canvas, in proximity, perhaps even physical proximity in your studio, in books, newspapers, pieces of text, the memories and thoughts associated with them) of something else, of someone else’s history, or of the 'archival’ facts (of the Holocaust, for example, in books, memoirs and newspapers) not featured in the stories passed down to you by your mother. I’m not sure here.

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[1]
Marianne Hirsch, Family Frames: Photography, Narrative and Postmemory (Cambridge: Harvard University Press), p.22.

 


 

Henry 4 April 2009

My knowledge of theories of postmemory is scant, but a couple of years ago I did read a short piece on “projected memory” by Marianne Hirsch, and the idea of “one’s own belated stories” being “evacuated by the stories of the previous generation” does strike a chord with me. I have often described my mother’s stories as a kind of ‘unconscious’, or as a template against which I measured my own experiences whose apparent insignificance, their benignness, (the displacement that Hirsch describes), or so it seemed to me, drove me to find an arena in which I could create my own equivalence of ‘catastrophe’, a kind of ‘living in crisis’, in an attempt to bridge the gap. Art, first performance art, then painting as an extension of the kind of performance I was doing in the 1970s, was the space I chose for that, though by choice I don’t mean something sudden, but a position developed gradually over a number of years. In making that ‘choice’, developing that position, I have constructed a life, an artist’s life, coterminous with the experience of postmemory, and tried, by employing the means of art, to retain a ‘view’ of it, and so still function in a more or less ‘normal’ way. As with my mother’s storytelling, in my own narrative I am also creating a version of events, but then I wouldn’t be the first artist to do that: Joseph Beuys’s famous Werklauf – Lebenslauf is also a version of events, as is Rainer’s explanation of the Űbermalungen.

So there is something ‘symptomatic’ there, but that is not the whole story, and precisely not, I would say, because of the choice of ‘arena’. My education in art in the 1970s was one that stressed the self-reflexive and the analytical. That approach was in itself important for me in creating the first images that I would later scrutinise and question in terms of what I felt I knew best, that is, my mother’s narrative of the time before me, of her life in Germany. The paintings, like the performance works that preceded them, are perhaps attempts to open up channels of communication between past, present, and future. For me, then, art is a way of working consciously, ethically even, with the symptomatic. I say ethically because one is obliged to make comparisons, to measure things against other things, to differentiate, to filter daily experiences through the work of art. So now when I use the phrase ‘the time before me’ in relation to my work it is to indicate not only my immediate past, but also that daily present that I face. When I consider my mother’s narrative I have to distinguish her German experience from the experience of Jews and other persecuted groups at the time. Indeed it is in part through the consideration of that narrative that I come to a more complete awareness of the distinctions. Arguments for an ethical silence have in the past been made of course. The painter Bram van Velde’s silence was considered by the critic Edouard Loeb to be worth more than all the works of art created in Paris during the period of the German occupation. The question, it seems to me, is how do we make the distinctions without silencing.

As to my undercutting my own story, I would say that artists work in many different ways, and with varying motivations. Also there are many pressures on them to produce work to criteria not necessarily of their own choosing:  from their education, from the art market, from critics, from theory. Like most artists, I also produce what I do out of, in relation to, and in response to, this complex situation. So I would still prefer not to tie my work inextricably to a causal relationship with my own history (though we could ask what one’s own history consists in), even if I myself make such a ‘reading’ of it. In a way it is quite ‘normal’ for the artist to be, at one and the same time, a producer and his or her own audience - Wim Wenders was surely referring to himself as the artist when he has one of his angels describe his occupation as ‘specialist and layman in one’. Nevertheless, we are not the final authority on the meaning of our own work.

Stuart, 10 April 2009

What I am always struck by in your responses is the very high level of self-consciousness you have about your work and its ‘origins’, so much so in fact that you are even self-consciously aware that you are being self-conscious! What space is left, then, for ‘art’? If we understand ‘art’ to be something which is more or less un­-self-conscious? Perhaps we can no longer understand art that way at all, after modernism, the Holocaust, and the other disruptions of the present. It is clear to me that the self-conscious aspect of what you do is inseparable from the work itself; in fact, it is the work itself, as you have said on a number of occasions, as you don’t perceive a break between work (on the canvas) and the context of the work, the space (mental and physical) it inhabits and relates to and with.

Your references to the ‘symptomatic’ and to using art as a means of retaining a ‘view’ of the life you have constructed as an artist, or indeed the ‘life’ you have constructed fullstop, have made me much more aware (I should have been earlier, since you have spoken of ‘symptoms’ before) of the therapeutic function of art for you, as a means of working through issues. But I am still struck by your notion of ‘normal’, that art allows you to function in a more or less ‘normal’ way. What would that normality be? To be free of the past, to not be overshadowed by the past? Is the urge for ‘normality’ actually a form of nostalgia, nostalgia for a time when art didn’t need to be self-conscious? As for silence as the most ‘ethical’ response to catastrophe; this, obviously, implies suicide as the only ethical response to survival in a situation in which so many others did not survive. I understand the urge to silence, which seems to manifest itself in your work too (in the evacuation of ‘meaning’ or ‘content’), but clearly you still feel the need to speak, and to respond. There must be ‘ethical positions which stop short of silence, and I sense that is what you are trying to find.

I’d like to hear more about your training, to return to more pragmatic matters – I don’t have much understanding or knowledge of the kind of ‘art education’ you had, and of how your performance work relates to your move (back) into painting?