Bringing Art and Change to Bronx
Thomas Hirschhorn Picks Bronx Development as Art Site
Todd Heisler/The New York Times
By RANDY KENNEDY
Published: June 27, 2013
Last year a tall man in a dark suit with thick black-frame glasses —
something like a combination of Morrissey and Samuel Beckett — began
showing up at housing projects all over New York City. He attended
residents’ meetings and spoke rapturously in a heavy Germanic accent
about an improbable dream: finding people to help him build a monument
to the Italian Marxist philosopher Antonio Gramsci, who died in Rome in
1937.
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“Believe it or not, people have come to us with stranger ideas before,”
said Erik Farmer, the president of the residents’ association at Forest
Houses project in the Morrisania section of the South Bronx.
Neither Mr. Farmer nor many of the people who attended these meetings had ever heard of the man, Thomas Hirschhorn,
a 56-year-old Swiss artist with a huge international following. But Mr.
Hirschhorn wasn’t interested in trading on his reputation.
“Some people think I am a priest or an eccentric rich man, and some
people just think I’m a loser,” he said late last year in an interview,
as he was making his visits. “But that is O.K. as long as they
understand that I am serious.”
For the last two decades, few contemporary artists have been serious in
quite the same way as Mr. Hirschhorn. His deeply political work —
usually made with cheap materials assembled to look like totems of a
postapocalyptic garbage cult — has long forced art lovers to face some
very uncomfortable issues: oppression, poverty, abuse of power, the
atrocities of war, and a culture of easy pleasure that makes it easy to
ignore all those things.
On Monday, with the help of the Dia Art Foundation and Mr. Farmer, Mr.
Hirschhorn will realize his vision of honoring Gramsci, unveiling a
monument on the grounds of Forest Houses. It will exist in a parallel
universe from the rest of the city’s big-money summer exhibitions,
daring viewers to veer far off the beaten museum-and-gallery path and
question their ideas about the value and purpose of art.
Handmade from plywood, plexiglass and miles of beige packing tape — one of Mr. Hirschhorn’s signature art supplies — the Gramsci Monument
bears no resemblance whatsoever to the cenotaphs and glowering statues
that dot the rest of New York. And it doesn’t look much like an artwork,
either. It looks more, in fact, like an adult treehouse or a makeshift
beach cabana or a chunk of set hijacked from the Kevin Costner film “Waterworld.”
Though it might serve to memorialize Mr. Hirschhorn’s tenacity as much,
if not more, than the philosopher it is named for, the monument
epitomizes the broadly humanistic worldview of Gramsci, who spent most
of his adult life in prison under Mussolini and envisioned a
working-class revolution that would begin as much in culture as in
political power.
Throughout the summer, the monument will function as a kind of village
festival, or inner-city intellectual Woodstock, with lectures, concerts,
recitals and art programs on the stages and pavilions that Mr.
Hirschhorn and a paid crew of workers chosen from the Forest Houses have
built over the last several weeks.
The project is the first that Mr. Hirschhorn has built in the United
States and will be the fourth and final such work in a series he began
many years ago dedicated to his favorite philosophers, following a
monument dedicated to Spinoza in Amsterdam in 1999, one to Gilles
Deleuze in Avignon, France, in 2000 and a third to Georges Bataille
in Kassel, Germany, in 2002. From the beginning, the monuments have
been planned and constructed in housing projects occupied mostly by the
poor and working class, with their agreement and help. Mr. Hirschhorn’s
motivations in choosing the sites, however, are never straightforwardly
benevolent.
“I tell them, ‘This is not to serve your community, per se, but it is to
serve art, and my reasons for wanting to do these things are purely
personal artistic reasons,’” Mr. Hirschhorn said. “My goal or my dream
is not so much about changing the situation of the people who help me,
but about showing the power of art to make people think about issues
they otherwise wouldn’t have thought about.”
These days, as the commercial art world feels increasingly like a branch
of high finance, Mr. Hirschhorn is the rare artist who seems to move in
and out of it with a nondenominational fluidity. He is represented by
the prestigious Gladstone Gallery, and his work regularly shows up at
important international art fairs, where it sometimes functions as the
obnoxious party guest. But he has long spoken about the importance of
seeking a “nonexclusive audience” for art. Such an audience includes
those who go to museums and galleries, he says, though they are only a
small part of the potential public for art.
And so when he began flying to New York from his home in Paris last year
to plan the Gramsci monument, he came carrying an obsessively annotated
New York City Housing Authority map; he eventually visited 46 of the
334 projects on that map, trying to find residents who would embrace his
idea.
“I decided — O.K., almost for political reasons — that I wasn’t going to
do it in Manhattan,” he said. “It has to be outside the center.”
After narrowing down the possibilities to seven projects in the Bronx,
he chose Forest Houses — a cluster of high-rise buildings completed in
1956, housing 3,376 people — largely because of the enthusiasm of Mr.
Farmer, 43, who has lived there almost his entire life and functions as
the nerve center for the development. In constant motion around its
grounds in a motorized wheelchair (he lost the use of his legs in a car
accident when he was in college), Mr. Farmer seems to know everyone who
lives in its buildings and to command, if not authority, at least
respect.
He was one of the only people to ask Mr. Hirschhorn for Gramsci’s writings
while considering the monument proposal. And when he and Clyde
Thompson, the complex’s director of community affairs, embraced the
idea, Mr. Hirschhorn said, he felt that he had found partners — in the
cosmology of his art work, he calls them “key figures” — who would be
able to help him see the monument through.
Mr. Farmer said he decided to make a persuasive case for Forest Houses
not only because the monument would provide temporary construction and
security jobs for residents, but because he hoped that it could mean
more for the development.
“There’s nothing cultural here at all,” he said one afternoon in early
June as he watched Mr. Hirschhorn and several residents hard at work on
the monument’s plywood foundation. “It’s like we’re in a box here, in
this neighborhood. We need to get out and find out some things about the
world. This is kind of like the world coming to us for a little while.”
(At the project’s end, the monument will not be packed up and
reconstituted as an artwork to sell or show elsewhere; the materials
will be given to Forest Houses residents in a lottery.)
Over the last two months, I spent several days watching Mr. Hirschhorn
as he plotted out the monument in consultation with Mr. Farmer, whose
job, among others, was to hire residents as temporary employees of the
Dia Art Foundation, which is financing the project. (Those helping to
build and staff the monument are being paid $12 an hour; the state’s
minimum wage is currently $7.25 an hour.)
It was not the first time I had visited the project. As a city reporter for The New York Times, I spent several days at Forest Houses in 1993
when it was roiled by violence in the aftermath of the city’s crack
epidemic, and I accompanied a team of police officers on what was called
a “vertical patrol” of several buildings. The officers, walking with
their guns drawn, would ride the elevators to buildings’ roofs, then
walk down the stairs, fanning out on every floor in a show of force.
Forest Houses is a different place today, with a dramatically lower
crime rate, but violence is still a fact of life. One day as Mr.
Hirschhorn and the workers took a break during the heat of the
afternoon, a young man sprinted by, followed by others shouting that he
had robbed a man in one of the project’s buildings. Two of the men
chasing the accused thief caught him near a plywood walkway for the
monument, tackled him and punched and kicked him for several minutes
until his face was bloodied. He staggered away, to shouted threats.
Mr. Hirschhorn looked on in grim silence, and as soon as the incident
was over he grabbed a sheet of plywood and immediately went back to
work. Mr. Farmer, watching from his wheelchair, shrugged.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, but it’s self-policing, and that’s how
that should work,” he said. “That guy doesn’t live here. He’s not going
to come back here and try to rob anybody anymore.”
Once the monument begins its programming on Monday, it will be open free
to the public seven days a week through Sept. 15, with lectures from
scholars like the philosophers Simon Critchley and Marcus Steinweg; a
daily newspaper published by residents; a radio station; and food
provided by residents chosen by Mr. Farmer.
Whether summer tourists and other art patrons will drive up or walk the
few blocks from the Prospect Avenue subway stop (on the Nos. 2 and 5
lines) is very much an open question. “We all hope that many people find
their way there,” said Philippe Vergne, the director of the Dia Art
Foundation, which took on the project as its first public-art commission
in more than 15 years. “Thomas proceeds from the belief that art really
can change something, and not just a living room.”
At Forest Houses, Mr. Hirschhorn pursues that belief with a messianic
fervor, his wiry, energetic frame seeming to be everywhere at once —
working, sweating, recruiting, philosophizing. And you get the distinct
feeling that visitors are less important to him than the participation
and acceptance of Forest Houses residents, many of whom have progressed
from suspicious bemusement to grudging recognition to near-wholesale
emotional ownership of the project, even older residents who initially
complained that it looked like a shanty rising in their yard.
“You work on something like this, and after a while it’s not like a
job,” said Dannion Jordan, 42, who is helping build the monument. “You
start thinking it’s your thing, too. I mean, I’m no artist, but I’m
making a work of art here.”
As in any ambitious creative endeavor, tensions have sometimes flared.
One day Mr. Hirschhorn pushed the workers to keep at it in a steady
rain, and they balked. “And somebody said to Thomas, ‘You just care
about your work; you don’t love us,’ ” said Yasmil Raymond, Dia’s
curator, who will spend the summer at the monument, as will Mr.
Hirschhorn, who is living in a nearby apartment with his wife and
toddler son.
“Thomas said: ‘It’s true. I do care very much about my work, but I care
about you, too. I am not the boss, and you are not my employees. I am
the artist, and you are helping me,’ ” Ms. Raymond recalled. “Things
kind of gelled after that.”
Mr. Farmer said a reason the tide turned was that Mr. Hirschhorn “works harder than anyone else out here.”
“For him this is a work of art,” he added. “For me, it’s a man-made
community center. And if it changes something here, even slightly, well,
you know, that’s going in the right direction.”
Mr. Vergne added, “People ask what will remain after the monument comes
down in three months, and I think what will remain will be a certain way
to think of the world — if only an urban legend of a Swiss artist who
came from Paris to tell New Yorkers about a dead Italian philosopher,
and people came to hear, and maybe they learned something that matters.”
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