A Ventriloquism Show Rambles On… and Sings

Vernacular photographs of ventriloquism in "Not I: Throwing Voices (1500 BCE-2020 CE)"

The sleeper exhibition at the reopened LACMA is "Not I: Throwing Voices (1500 BCE-2020 CE)." It's a show about ventriloquism, more or less, and drawn primarily from the permanent collection.

I assumed that "Not I" would be small. Nope. It's insanely big, over 200 works, filling much of the Resnick Pavilion and spanning 3.5 millennia and a gulf in taste that runs from Goya to Mattel to Samuel Beckett (the title is from Beckett's "Not I," represented in a performance video.)

LACMA's "Not I" has one dummy (Frank Marshall's Elmer Sneezewood, a loan from the Autry), a few treatises on the variety act, and some campy publicity shots of mid-century vents in action. Otherwise "Not I" is a succession of puzzles. What do these objects have to do with ventriloquism or each other? Elmer Sneezewood shares a display case with No Name (1968), Nancy Grossman's leather-bound meditation on gender and power.

Another case pairs Isamu Noguchi's Radio Nurse, a classic of modern industrial design (1937), with Hendrick de Keyser the Elder's bronze Crying Child from about 1615. Both are familiar from the permanent collection galleries, back when LACMA had such things. The Crying Child evokes noise through the mute language of cast bronze. The Radio Nurse offers a technocratic solution masquerading as a modern sculpture. Crying Child is the eternal id; Radio Nurse prefigures the opt-out Orwellianism of the Internet of Things. 

Marcel Duchamp's With Hidden Noise (left foreground, 1916/1964), with Richmond Barthé's Inner Music (1956), and Mayan Tripod Vessel with Supernatural Palace Scene and Cacao Tree, 750-850 CE
Duchamp's With Hidden Noise imprisons a secret object within a ball of twine, mounted between brass plates. The object in LACMA's edition was chosen by Hollywood collector Walter Arensberg and not revealed to Duchamp or anyone else. It's a rattle that no one is allowed to shake, now that it's part of art history. 

It's shown next to a Mayan Tripod Vessel, whose spherical feet enclose ceramic rattles, and Richmond Barthé's bronze of a dancing youth. The bronze doesn't rattle, but its title is Inner Music.
John Baldessari, Beethoven's Trumpet (With Ear) Opus #131, 2007

Part of "Not I" works that way: crazy juxtapositions of works relating to voice, noise, music, or silence, of diverse media, cultures, and epochs. Another phase of the exhibition veers off onto tangents. Extended digressions include pipes, ducks, and rabbits. Huh?

Ryūryūkyo Shinsai, Woman Making Rabbit Shadow for Small Boy, 1807

As far as I can tell, the rabbit arc launches from a woodblock print by Ryūryūkyo Shinsai, Woman Making Rabbit Shadow for Small Boy. Hand shadows are like a ventriloquist's dummy. This leads to a free association of auspicious Asian rabbits, an Ed Ruscha print of a shadowy hare, and Nayland Blake's Bottom Bunny

Ed Ruscha, Rabbit, 1986

Nayland Blake, Bottom Bunny

Then there's the duck subplot…

Ludwig Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations, 1953. Library Special Collections, Charles E. Young Research Library, UCLA

A volume of Wittgenstein is open to a discussion of the duck-rabbit illusion. This leads to a survey of ducks (which are sometimes decoys and like ventriloquist's dummies?) One of the more notable ducks is an early Kienholz assemblage that LACMA has owned since 1999. I don't remember it ever having been on view.

Ed Kienholz, The U.S. Duck, or Home from the Summit, 1960

As Hollywood might say, "Not I" is from the twisted mind of José Luis Blondet, LACMA's curator of special initiatives. It's an organizer-driven show in which the artworks are mute props for a curatorial performance. The show has a quirky publication but no catalog, and maybe that's OK because I'm not sure any thesis is being advanced, exactly.

I loved "Not I," but I view it with some foreboding. 

Michael Govan has promised to program the Zumthor building with ever-changing thematic exhibitions of the permanent collection. Presumably "Not I" is a trial balloon, as was the less successful "To Rome and Back" (2018)

Should a permanent collection display be an encyclopedia or a thought experiment? 

"Not I" is a legitimate pretext for flattening hierarchies and showing works that aren't normally on view, for reasons of conservation or scare-quote quality. It encourages visitors to look at familiar works in new ways, and it could draw new audiences. (Somebody out there must like ventriloquism.) 

But there's no reason outlier shows can't coexist with displays of art organized by time, space, and culture. "Not I" is an amuse-bouche that I wouldn't want for a whole meal. 

Chardin's Soap Bubbles (after 1739) and Gabriel Orozco's Lost Line (1993-96). Hey you kids: Get a life!
A Namchi peoples doll, Cameroon, and a Mattel "Ken" doll, El Segundo. Both 20th century
Paul Winchell, patent for "Inverted Novelty Mask," 1961 (facsimile)

TV ventroloquist Paul Winchell painted eyes and a nose on his chin, wore a mask in the form of a small upside-down suit, and posed for the camera upside-down. The result was "Ozwald," a freakish homunculus who spoke through Winchell's upside-down mouth. Winchell patented the idea and marketed a home version for kids. After Lee Harvey Oswald's name filled the headlines, Winchell changed the creature's name to "Mr. Goody Good."

George Ohr pottery, 1890s, and Jasper Johns' Ventroloquist, 1986 (reflections of Glenn Ligon's Rückenfigur, 2009)
Glenn Ligon's neon Rückenfigur is reflected in display cases for a selection of pottery by George Ohr, the "mad potter of Biloxi." I have no clue how they relate to ventriloquism. In the background is Jasper Johns' lithograph, Ventriloquist
Adam Swisher, "Dear Person of the Future," 2008
There is pathos in the small literature of time capsule messages opened too soon. This note, written by art handler Adam Swisher in 2008, was sealed in Tony Smith's Smoke and discovered when Smoke was disassembled, barely a decade later, for the demolition of the Ahmanson building. It's addressed to a future of peace, love, and universal healthcare. Yikes. 
Morton Bartlett was made for this show. Girl with Stuffed Animals, 1955 image printed 2006


Comments

Anonymous said…
What can't LACMA have both traditional permanent galleries in their new building and new experimental galleries like the one mentioned in this article? I don't understand why Michael Govan thinks it's an either/or situation.
Anonymous said…
I have mixed feelings about this show. It seems like something more fitting for the upcoming Lucas Museum than for LACMA, at least as it once was.

I like variety and I dislike casual elitism or nonchalant snobbery. But the calculated politics roiling the world of the arts and culture in general looks like it's going to end up being the worst of both worlds. Or sort of like the Govan-Zumthor debacle and its combination of both "let them eat cake" and "we're more egalitarian than you are."
Anonymous said…
Displays by time, space, and culture work if the collection is comprehensive (A to Z). LACMA’s collection is not comprehensive. There are many gaps. In which case, LACMA’s historical display was already asking its audience to make leaps of imagination, for instance from de La Tour to Carravagio. (LACMA does not have a Caravaggio.)

In any case, the encylopedia (as conceived by Diderot and d’Alembert) was a thought experiment, the crux of which was the index. The index unwound the alphabetical order (of the entries), opening it up to a chain of synchronic associations.
See Umberto Eco, From the Tree to the Labyrinth. As such, the “encyclopedic" museum is a misnomer. “Encyclopedic" museums are closed systems, more like a dictionary (a catalog of essences).
Anonymous said…
This show made no sense. The ventriloquism thread was lost very quickly, it was hard to navigate, and the day I went, some of the labels weren't on the walls. Or maybe it was designed that way. Over 200 works equals overkill. Total failure.
Anonymous said…
With this show prodding and pulling in so many directions it made it difficult to focus on any single work, especially in the context of the time and environment in which it was made. It made no sense and did little to encourage any greater understanding about an artist or piece. I also found the exhibition design to be particularly subpar. The plain white display cases were especially shoddy looking. Total fail.