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By: Jane Rendell; In:The SAGE Handbook of Architectural Theory 'feminisms' and the changing place of political work in the profession and the academy. (9) For Winnicott this is retained in life in the area of intense experiencing that belongs to the arts, to religion and to imaginative. My book Art and Architecture: A Place Between from attempts to trace the 7 Jane Rendell, 'Public art: between public and private', in Sarah Bennett. SIMPLE SYSTEM FOREX FACTORY
She describes the tension between the activated spectator who in engaging with the work is understood to politically interact with the world, and the decentred experience favoured by feminist and 4 SITE-WRITING postcolonial artworks as a critique of dominance, privilege and mastery. When art critic Hal Foster discusses the need to rethink critical distance, he points to the different distances produced by the optical and the tactile, but warns of the dangers of both dis-identification and overidentification with the object of study.
Armstrong distinguishes between a criticism of affect and one of analysis, but rejects the tendency to use a binary model to divide feeling and thought. Instead, Armstrong calls for affect to be included within rational analysis: The task of a new definition of close reading is to rethink the power of affect, feeling and emotion in a cognitive space. The power of affect needs to be included within a definition of thought and knowledge rather than theorized as outside them, excluded from the rational.
Meaning is a process of engagement and never dwells in any one place. As stressed by cultural critic Irit Rogoff, artist and film-maker Trinh T. Winnicott, while well versed in feminist theory influenced by the work of Jacques Lacan, Benjamin argues that psychoanalysis requires both an intrapsychic focus to examine relations between the self and the internalized other as object, and an intersubjective approach to explore the relationship between subjects and externalized others.
In visual and spatial culture, feminists have drawn extensively on psychoanalytic theory to think through relationships between the spatial politics of internal psychical figures and external cultural geographies. A relation which is multiple, and should be conceived with discrimination, but always starting from the relation to the enigma. There are at least three types of such a relation to be described: from the position of the producer, from that of the recipient, and from that of the recipient-analyst.
The analyst then becomes the analyzed of the text. For Green: It is out of the question that he [the critic] analyze a text to order; the request that can only come from within — that is, if something has already happened between the text and the analyst. The analysis of the text is an analysis after the fact. This opening-up can be maintained, transferred into other fields of otherness and of inspiration. This is what must indeed be called the transference of the transference … the transference of the relation to the enigma as such.
The psychoanalytic space of the setting, that place which frames the encounter between analyst and analysand and the processes of transference and counter-transference that occur between them, provides a useful reference point. The concept of the psychoanalytic setting is indispensable for exploring the spatial relationship between critic and artwork — certainly, following Bleger, in investigating how the non-process or frame in which the critic encounters the work influences the process of criticism.
It may also involve the brief which plays a determining role in defining the commission or invitation to write — including its place of publication, the role of the editor, curator, gallery and artist in influencing implicitly and explicitly its content and, of course, the fee. In my view T. Art Writing Although art criticism operates through the medium of writing, little attention has been paid to the textual construction of the critical essay. Since the publication of Artwriting in , the work of David Carrier has been an exception.
Rather than standing for the visual objects, texts about them ought, in the first place, to lead the reader back to those objects. The so-called personality of the writer exists within the very act of writing: it is the product and the instrument of the writing process. Millar and Susan Rubin Suleiman. If as feminists have argued, all research is situated, and pure objectivity is a pretence, it is ethically and politically right that feminist researchers should lead the way in coming clean on the way research is produced and lived by those producing it.
As I have outlined above, art critics are also beginning to consider the possibilities that the medium of their work affords, but as yet, although many have written about the spatial potential of writing, fewer have actively exploited its textual and material possibilities, the patterning of words on a page, the design of a page itself — its edges, boundaries, thresholds, surfaces, the relation of one page to another — or wondered what it would mean for criticism to take on new forms — those of art, film or even architecture.
In her wonderful Atlas of Emotion, Guiliana Bruno sets forth an aim that the form of the book she is writing will follow the design of the building in which she works, while Katja Grillner has been exploring the possibilities for a writing that is architectural by, for example, situating herself as a subject in a landscape, among those she writes about.
For Bloomer, different modes of writing construct architecture through the intimate and personal, through multi-sensual rather than purely visual stimulation. This enactment of art criticism as a critical spatial practice occurs through the five configurations of Site-Writing in different ways. In the first part, three voices perform the doing, undoing and overdoing of an architectural space.
Materially present in artworks by Nathan Coley and Jananne Al-Ani, screens and veils are considered to separate and join critic and artwork. The configuration begins by describing a series of screen memories, arrangements of words prompted by a set of things. At this last moment, in response to the work of artists Bik Van Der Pol, the theory is finally recognized and so used, rather than simply related to, and therefore destroyed, thus transforming the relationship between the critical subject and her objects — artworks, essays and theories.
Site-Writing configures what happens when discussions concerning situatedness and site-specificity extend to involve art criticism, and the spatial qualities of writing become as important in conveying meaning as the content of the criticism.
This process of configuring writes the sites between critic, work and artist, as well as between critic, text and reader, and in so doing constructs an architecture of art criticism. Developing the concept of an object relation to describe how bodily drives satisfy their need, Freud theorized the instincts as pleasure-seeking, but Ronald Fairbairn, an influential member of the Independent Group, suggested instead that they were object-seeking, that the libido is not primarily aimed at pleasure but at making relationships with others.
For Melanie Klein, too, objects play a decisive role in the development of a subject and can be either partobjects, like the breast, or whole-objects, like the mother. But whereas for Freud it is the relationship with the father that retrospectively determines 24 SITE-WRITING the relationship with the mother, for Klein it is the experience of separation from the first object, the breast, that determines all later experiences. What the psychoanalytic apparatus gives rise to, therefore, is the symbolisation of the unconscious structure of the Oedipus Complex.
It only includes the unknown object of bereavement, which can be the text created, or the painting, or the piece of music. The third can be, for instance, art. In the first part, the inner and outer worlds of architect and user are negotiated through the objects and spaces of a home, in the second, artist and critic encounter one another through artworks positioned in a gallery, and in the third, writer and reader engage through words on a page structured both as an opening and as a closure.
The first part, Undoing Architecture, is a trialogue constructed out of eleven scenes, which tell the story of acts of DIY Doing-it-Yourself in a home. Each one articulates a different twoway relationship between the artist and a family member: Emin and her mother, Emin and her father, and two versions of Emin herself.
As pieces of architecture these artworks can be understood as analytic or transitional objects, but following Green they are also settings, which provide sites of occupation for the user or critic between the subjects and their objects.
The critic is asked to sit on a chair at a table, to climb a ladder to see into a shed, and to step into a tiny cubicle. The configuration ends with Confessional Construction, a third triadic text, which explores the confession as a form of construction rather than revelation. In order to demonstrate how material concerned with an interior can be used to build an exterior covering, the text comprises a main statement — an autobiographical detail — interwoven with more critical reflections upon what it means to confess.
Footnotes consisting of architectural specifications concerning the detailing of walls and openings are located down the side of the page, numbered from bottom to top, to read upwards as one builds a wall. Then, at the suggestion of a friend, Iain Borden, I decided to write about a place in which I had previously lived. My co-habitant in that house had been making our living space through an unusual mode of DIY, much of which involved the removal, rather than the addition, of building elements, as well as the use of objects for non-designed purposes.
This incorporation of the personal into the critical had different kinds of effect depending on the reader. But my retelling of events disturbed two important people in my personal life. The responses I received made me aware that words do not mean the same thing for writer and reader, and this raised many questions about storytelling. While the subject matter and subjective stance of a personal story may upset the objective tone of academic writing, writing for a theoretical context repositions events in ways that may be uncomfortable for those involved in the story.
Like the fiction writer who uses friends and family as the basis for characters, I use others in my writing, but unlike the fiction writer, who provides a disguise through character, my writing offers nowhere to hide. Adopting a narrative form in which they feature as subjects in order to make a critical point reveals that there is more involved than simply telling a good story. So what do these others make of the subjects they become in my writing?
As a writer, what ethical responsibility do I have to them? The question of how it is possible to recognize another is a problem at the heart of much feminist writing. My own use of architecture is placed between the authority of the father, the male architect, on the one hand, who sets out the modernist principles of design still largely adhered to by the profession, and the voice of the mother, the female theoretician, on the other, who suggests alternative modes of producing space: through using and writing.
The essay has a way with words, a particular patterning of speech, a feminine rhetoric that undoes architecture. This speaking subject speaks in threes. Her speech is tripled. As architects, we remain true to this ideal and ensure that we, and only we, do things our way. When she submits to such a theory, woman fails to realise that she is renouncing the specificity of her own relationship to the imaginary. I was taught that architects do architecture all by themselves. They imagine architecture, and then, as if by magic, with minimal fuss, and certainly no mess, they make it, whole and perfect pieces of it, just like in their dreams.
Builders do architecture. Architects do architecture with designs on the user — that the user will follow certain intended patterns of consumption. Consuming — the act of acquiring and incorporating goods — indicates distinct social identities. Desiring creatures transgress; they resist the logic of architecture as the other who completes the self.
They undo architecture as architecture undoes them. A course that multiplies transformations by the thousands. Melnikov had made a mess. The houses we buy and the way we choose to live in them allow us to distinguish ourselves from others. Our choices are limited by factors of all kinds, not least our desires.
You grant me space, you grant me my space. But in so doing you have always taken me away from my expanding place. What you intend for me is the place which is appropriate for the need you have of me. What you reveal to me is the place where you have positioned me, so that I remain available for your needs. Scattered all over London, all over the world, are other homes, houses where I have once lived. In some still standing, I return and revisit past lives and loves. Others have been destroyed, physically crushed in military coups, or erased from conscious memory only to be revisited in dreams.
In all the places I have lived I recognize lost parts of myself, but this particular house means something very special to me. Its neglected and decaying fabric, its disparate and drifting occupants, offered me a way of living that had nothing to do with comfort, security, safety and permanence. Through its fragile structure this house physically embraced my need for transience, and perhaps this is what made it feel like home to me.
But how does woman escape this law of return? Can one speak of another spending? You never give something for nothing. But all the difference lies in the why and how of the gift, in the values that the gesture of giving affirms, causes to circulate; in the type of profit the giver draws from the gift and the use to which he or she puts it. Why, how, is there this difference?
When one gives, what does one give oneself? Although her home was large, five stories, she lived frugally off her pension in two first-floor rooms. The powers were not adept in the material world; their decisions were unreasonable and random. Large pieces of furniture moved nightly; plumbing, electrics and general household maintenance followed erratic management systems.
Theirs was the rhetoric of generosity. Women do not own their own space but are space for men. The space of property is defined by boundaries, walls that are closed, fixed and permanent, with controlled thresholds. They keep the passage open … The wall between them is porous.
It allows passage of fluids. There were conflicts, vicious attempts from inside and outside to wrest control of the space from the powers that be, to categorize, to establish some kind of hierarchy of property ownership. We plan spaces for specific activities. Living space is mapped and defining according to ideologies of domesticity, where sleeping is divided from playing, from working, from cooking, from eating, from cleaning and so on.
Every activity has its compartment, is one, is autonomous. Woman is neither open nor closed. She is indefinite, in-finite, form is never complete in her. This was not to enable the free flow of pure space as in the modernist open plan, but rather to intensify the occupation of space by overlaying one kind of living over another — intentions of use, overlaid with mis-use, questioned the boundaries of bodies and places.
The bath sat in the centre of the roof — bedworklivingspace. From the bath you could talk to the person lying next to you in bed, look up into the sky, down onto the stove, beyond to those eating, and further, through the window onto the street. Architecture is soft like a body if you undo it.
In modernism, the displayed surface is expected to represent exactly what lies beneath, to disguise or cover is perceived as duplicitous. To play with the surface for its own sake is perceived as problematic, as formalism. She cannot make use of the envelope that she is, and must create artificial ones.
The soil pipe gushed diagonally through the stairwell and out of the rear wall of the house: a proud dado rail. The stripping back of partition walls asserted the fabric of the building as a living component of the space. Cracking brickwork and rubble revealed between the splintering stud partitions formed a decorative skin.
Metal rivets holding the decrepit ceiling plaster together shone at night like stars. You could see into the toilet — a place where we traditionally demand privacy from prying eyes, ears and noses. The doors to this tiny blue room were spliced open like a swing saloon. Bare bottomed in an intimate space, to flush you placed your hand through a smooth circular hole out into the public void of the stairwell and grabbed a wooden spoon hanging from the ceiling on a rope.
The seams were the decor. For this a detailed knowledge of the geography of the local skips is required, to collect, scavenge and recycle. Only in wealthy pockets can fine furnishings be found abandoned in the street: rugs, three-piece suites, fourposter beds, washing machines and duvets. This condition of potentiality also provided the catalyst to achieve flexibility through transformation, through misuse.
Deciding just how and when to use an object in a certain way provokes interesting questions. At what point does furniture become firewood? We stapled and re-stapled blue plastic sheets over the twin holes, but the wind blew in and rain water dripped onto the edge of my bed. We waited through the winter, finely tuning the exact design details. Finally, glass sheets were laid to rest directly on slim timber linings rising just proud of the roof slates; elegant steel yachting hooks and rope delicately attached the glass to the frame, revealing the sky an unobscured fantasy blue.
But alas for bathing en plein air. Lifted to allow in balmy air on a sunny morning, one pane shattered directly into the soapy water narrowly missing a tender-skinned bather. We had many disagreements about the unsuitability of nautical details for domestic requirements. Finally I threatened to buy a Velux roof light from Texas Homecare. To challenge ideals of low maintenance, the ordered comforts of domestic routine and laziness, is to question notions of efficiency and opt instead for a high degree of strenuous user involvement, tipping the balance of safety and danger.
This is how I figure it: the ladder is neither immobile or empty. It is animated. It incorporates the movement it arouses and inscribes. My ladder is frequented. Vertical movement, especially at night, took place as a series of jolts and slipped footings. Architecture here was no longer solid and dependable, but transient, as fragile as human life. Life lived with unstable materiality is fraught with physical danger. One morning I awoke to a crash and a scream. A friend unfamiliar with the intricacies of the household had missed her step and fallen to the kitchen floor below.
Her head narrowly missed the cast iron stove. The house moved on. The home I remember is only my imagining. Only in dreams do I ever go home. I was located for a week in the town of Kassel, giving lectures and conducting seminars on the topic of gender, space and architecture. The diversity of the women who attended was incredible, in terms of both geography and profession. Despite my history, I was received as an English-trained architect and academic, whose role was to give lectures in traditional raked auditoriums with the lights down.
But who was I to speak to them? What could these intelligent women learn from me? Was it possible within this setting to somehow turn things around? I handed out bits of the text to all the women in the audience and then asked them to take up any position in the raked auditorium they wished, and when they felt ready to read aloud the piece of writing they had been given, not in English, but in their mother tongue. What had I expected? A delirious cacophony, a rich celebration of cultural diversity, an overturning of the lecture-to and lectured-at relationship?
How wrong I was. I had not anticipated how fearful the women would be. Slowly they did start to read, but in English, in quiet and reverend tones, struggling to pronounce the words just right. While it was beautiful to listen to so many female voices, with their different intonations, filling the lecture space rather than my own, the words were still mine. Rather than asking them to tell me about themselves, I had reinforced my own position of authority.
How could these women speak, when my own words were silencing them? The confession is a form of physic architecture that uses the interior to build a new exterior. In the piece of writing that follows, through a close engagement with a series of works by artist Tracey Emin, I examine the tensions and ambiguities that exist when intimacies of the autobiographical are performed in a public setting.
Reclaimed timber and sparrow. Height: Photograph: Stephen White. Words surround me, great big misspelt words in light, in thread, in pencil and in fabric; there are sketches of birds, flowers and of the artist herself — Tracey Emin — lying on her back; and bits of furniture that might be part of an ongoing stage set or half-finished DIY left out in the back garden.
In the distance I can read: Life without you never. Between those words and me is the most striking object in the gallery — a ramshackle helter-skelter that just about reaches the ceiling. In this work, to read the names of each person the artist had slept with, from her mother to her lovers to her aborted babies, the art user had to enter and occupy a mass-produced tent embroidered by Emin.
The two sculptural self-portraits combine iconic the helter-skelter and symbolic the sparrow forms of representation with indexical. Other works by Emin, made both before and after the helter-skelter of Self-portrait, also utilize the beach and fairground architecture of her Margate childhood. All around her are flowers — gaudy and ghastly — glossy fragments hacked out of magazines with a blunt pair of scissors. Dying for it — in my dreams on back — legs open.
Scratchy sketches on paper with torn edges are stuck up with Sellotape on the pristine white gallery walls. One monoprint shows Emin: her legs long and sexy, shoes high and tottering. Her face is not to be seen; it is all screwed up and covered with hair. These self-portraits are accompanied by a handwritten scrawl. Conversation with a friend. No clear thoughts. Self portrait reclining drunk. Here the title frames the referent — the fragility of Emin herself.
Conversation with my Mum Tracey Emin: Yes, so why would it be wrong for me to have children when I have actually done a lot in my life? TE: You think about my life, about how narcissistic, how self-centred I am to do what I have to do. I have to be pretty self-centred. TEM: Ahm, yes, yeah. TE: I have to be quite selfish to retain the kind of art that I make and to believe what I believe in.
You must have had great pleasure watching Paul and I experience the world and a lot of distress when I think about it. TE: Ever? TEM: Yeah. TE: You see it as a major failure in my life. Without the soundtrack, the conversation appears to be very light-hearted and full of fun. Duration: 33 mins. A little embarrassed, they move away swiftly.
I pull up a chair and put on the headphones. She keeps returning to ask the same question, but her mother is insistent. Having a baby changes you, she says. Over and over again in many different ways she repeats her answer: it would not be possible for you to be a mother and an artist. A significant place for gathering, sharing food and conversation, feminist architectural practices, such as muf and Sarah Wigglesworth, have also drawn attention to the position of the table at the threshold of private and public — between the intimate life of the family and the professional space of work.
A curvaceous white chest of drawers emanates milky breath as it freezes and melts. Over my shoulder a drab blue dress hangs limply on a wire hanger. I turn around to look more closely: next to it is a drip on a hospital trolley, at the end of which dangles a half-empty Evian bottle.
But while Lucas uses found things to make irreverent critiques of art, Emin focuses on the actual material that holds relevance: not any mass-produced mattress or hospital dress, but this dress worn on that particular occasion. Tracey Emin: … Where you have the hospital drip — that comes from one of my abortions. I nicked it from the hospital. Feminist critic Kim Chernin notes in The Hungry Self that, as lovers and rivals, mothers and daughters are locked into one another.
Steppenwolf and Shadow Dress cast shadows more solid than the fine material from which they were constructed. Two hanging frames, hospital gowns, water bottle and wire Shall we go to bed? You said what. You told me not to. Never ever bite the hand. If I wantet I could have been the most beautiful bird in the world. Nothings that cute. These cross birds with their ruffled feathers and their squawking beaks are mocking, accusatory and nagging, and at the same time frank, endearing and vulnerable.
Was will das Weib? What does a woman want? What does a mother want? How would I know? I am only a daughter. A small wooden shed, rather ramshackle, is perched on tall legs. A ladder leads up to a little peephole in its side. A collection of outdoor plants in big pots, red geraniums mostly, are arranged around the hut.
Over the course of the show, they lose their husky petals to the floor, giving off the sweet aroma of verbena and the hot, dry scent of holidays in the Mediterranean. Duration: 2 mins looped. There is an important distinction to be made between those works of Emin that consist of the actual objects of great personal value to the artist and those that are specially constructed for gallery display out of similar materials. But even though I was brought up in a dysfunctional family, I was always loved dearly.
What I do think is that it was really hard work for my Mum. My Dad got off quite lightly with the whole thing, and I think it might upset my Mum a bit because my Dad gets all the rewards. I just sometimes wish my Dad had been a gardener. If he had, he would have a really successful business now. From her written descriptions, you might imagine that this somewhat sordid location was not a perfect place to grow.
But was it? It was the place where Emin missed her absent father and came home to when abused. But the work is not simply a reversal. The work also engages with the spectatorship of exhibitionism. Emin positions her voyeur not in a hidden viewpoint, from which to throw a furtive gaze, but exposed in the act of looking itself — poised halfway up a ladder. I take a peek through the hole. A middle-aged man, tanned, overweight and slightly sweating, wearing a sun hat and trunks, comes towards me through the lush undergrowth.
I lean forward to inhale its scent, and he moves back, turns around and disappears off the way he has come. Smiling over his shoulder, he lurches through the vegetation into the distance. And then he appears again, coming forward towards me, this time with a white bloom. The Bailiff I hear an angry exchange, but it is not quite possible to make out the words. To find out more, I follow the voices, open an ill-fitting wooden door and step into a tiny room, the size of a toilet cubicle, where a video is playing.
Emin is there, twice, inside and outside. The Emin indoors seems quite nice, timid and a bit frightened in her dressing gown, holding tight a bread knife for protection. Outside in the stairwell, is a much nastier version of Emin, tough and mean, smoking, in black leather and jeans, battering at the door, and shouting Tracey Emin 1: Oi! TE 1: Open the door. Open the door. Can you hear me? I can hear you. You fucking piece of shit. You tiny, snivelling, weak piece of little shit.
Behind The Bailiff I come across Emin again. She is lying on her back; one hand is between her legs. Bits of her have been cut out and carelessly glued back on: A Working Landscape in my dreams. The words, made with a needle and thread, have the naivety of a stitched sampler. Like the pictures of birds on branches sewn in pastel pinks and blues, these tender pieces of needlework are childlike in their execution and the messages they convey: It could have been something very ugly but I thought about you.
The larger prayer blankets come from someone a bit older, not yet a woman, the stroppy self-obsessed teenage Emin. No-one would beleave her. Come unto me. Helter fucking skelter. I find your attitude a little bit negative. Always alert, always active Volcano closed, both eyes open. Duration: 4 mins 43 secs. To the expanding archive of critical spatial practices Colven and Irawaty contribute a community-led design process of creating flood-resilient housing, the results of a local housing design competition, and examples of grassroots greening efforts in flood-prone areas.
Millington dwells on the concept of repair as a continuously unfolding spatial practice that, by its very nature, maintains a critical edge. Citing examples from his extensive fieldwork in South Africa and Brazil, Millington also examines the effects or potential consequences of repair, suggesting that an uncritical spatial practice might further exacerbate the inequality it sought to mend.
Yarina identifies a paradox in many climate resilience efforts; that state- or corporate-led efforts are incapable of empathizing with affected populations, and that many bottom-up efforts, no matter how numerous, are underequipped to deal with the realities of climate change. From this analysis she points to a meso-level within micro- and macro-scale actions seeking to adapt to the changing climate. Between these scales, Yarina sees productive terrain for enacting systemic and enduring change through collaborative design efforts that lie somewhere between the massively scaled climate engineering projects and the slow accumulation of grassroots resilience efforts.
Owens addresses the threats of disenfranchisement in San Francisco by showing how various community organizations are mobilizing resistance. Specifically, he illustrates how the processes and products of design are used to leverage this resistance while remaining vigilant of the potential conscription of these designs for further disenfranchisement and gentrification. His essay includes examples of critical spatial practice rooted in architecture, landscape architecture, and urban design, including a proposal for a series of parks using the elements that participants sketched at a public meeting, a design for an event space to host an improvised night market that occupies vacant parking lots, and a project that reclaims portions of the street for public gathering and cultural events.
Much of the featured work grapples with the tension created by the massive undertaking required to stem the effects of climate change e. Another theme within these essays is the importance of collaboration in efforts to promote social equity and climate justice.
A final commonality deserves mention, which is the reclaiming of existing infrastructure and urban space. Yet it is suggestive of the everyday politics of repair and maintenance that can render landscapes liveable. Together, these essays join a growing body of work that seeks to expand the archive of critical spatial practices with methods and examples from diverse contexts. From this forum, we hope to encourage conversation among and between the spatial disciplines about what it means to be a producer of space in an age of climate change and structural oppression, and importantly, what actions can be taken in response and in solidarity.
New York: Routledge. Berlin: Sternberg Press. Easterling K Subtraction. Easterling K Medium Design. Thousand Oaks, Calif. Magid J The Proposal. New York: IB Tauris. London: Ashgate, pp.
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