|
Gesundheit!
by
Michael Madore
I would like to argue that these two pieces
by Hanneline Rogeberg and Janine Antoni not only depict the
convergence of the aesthetic with the synesthetic but also
demonstrate the historical transformation of the convergence
itself. That is, it is
not only a matter of how artists have aestheticized synesthetic
experience (as in reducing it to a rhetorical ploy), but also how this
process has been changed by developments in neuroscience which in turn
have altered our concept of how a symptomology of perception operates. |
|
Janine Antoni,
Mortar & Pestle (1999), C-Print |
|
Artists have long converted synesthetic experience into a series of
well-traveled tropes. Like Freud, they novelized the psychological.
Starting in the nineteenth century with the Romanticist notion of the
Gesamtkunstwerk, aesthetic theory incorporated synesthesia as one way
to bolster the claim to totality. The artwork becomes a "multisensory
joining," part of an overall sensory organization (hence an attraction
to anything that defied the logic of sense-integration). An algorithm
that translated one sense to another, and each part to the celibate
bachelor's brain (culminating in Robocop's first seizure).
One could
say that the artwork became a means to test neurological biases, synesthesia being only one of many "conditions" that proved
irresistible to the ever-expanding domain of what constituted artistic
inquiry. Neurologic turned machinic biases manifest themselves in
devices such as Scriabin1s tastiera per luce (a light machine to
accompany musical performances) or Huysman's description of a
scent-activated organ. As art converted the scientific into the
anecdotal, the nineteenth century emergence of neurobiology converted
an anecdotally-complex phenomenon such as synesthesia into the engine
of perception. Art and science conjoined by a synesthetic scheme,
where the limits of perception could be contested. |
|
|
Hanneline Rogeberg,
Tongue Audit (1997), oil on canvas |
In Rogeberg's
Tongue Audit (1997-98) and Antoni's Mortar and Pestle (1999) we
initially react to a series of potentially synesthetic poses (a woman
sticking her tongue into another woman's nose, a man giving new
meaning to the term "eye contact" as his tongue touches a woman's
iris). We are given a set of perceptual elements that startle us with
possibly threatening recombinatory effects: tasting shapes, sniffing a
patch of color, smell-triggered tactility, like hungry lab assistants
we sample the skin or membrane that constitutes vision. The home
sensorium is suddenly faced with innumerable additions or decks. Taste
triggers an architecture that ripples into outer space. The tongue
probe activates an ectopic and orbitory free fall. We are on the brink
of an infinite novelization. And it is here that I would like to,
well, zoom in. I think we see another breach so to speak. Where the
art part begins to spiral out and breaks apart the scientific angle.
These pictures invert, in the same way that synesthesia inverts, the
relation between emotion and reason in how perception operates. They
depict a new way of understanding perception; expanding a
cognitive-driven system that privileged the role of the neocortex to
include the limbic. That is, they reinforce the importance of noetic
(knowledge that is experienced directly) experience in the formation
of our ability to perceive the outside world. Like synesthesia, the
pictures elevate the experiential basis of knowledge. We move from a
world of negative deficits to one of positive errors. We move from the
third-person of pseudo-scientific narrative to the primacy of
first-hand observation (I would like to say "hands-on" but it looks
more "tongue-driven"). Clinical observation wins out and drives the
theory rather than the reverse. Contextual rather than computational
probing. A conventional rendering irrupts the conventions of how we
are supposed to see (and from the very start, synesthesia has always
very simply questioned the presumptuousness of privileging or
organizing one sense over the other). We are given permission to
disrupt a homeostatic concept of perception with its equal
distribution between efferent and afferent flows and counterflows
(mathematical Protestantism). Here, a certain anxiety creeps into the
certainty of the probe, the cocky investigator is suddenly not so sure
about the rigor of his paradigm as it collapses into statistical
chaos. The bristling, gladiator-like hairs lining the nostrils, the
slimy surface of the iris as it retracts into an ecstatic trance
perhaps induced by a spooky, absent-minded organist. Well, the whole
lab has begun to smell a little skanky. Not quite a Clinique counter
or the dreary bleakness of a Helmut Lang boutique (with their
compensatory glamorization of the "look" of clinicality which is so
often mirrored by art entranced by the look of a presumed
criticality). The skin wall, like the iris, is opaque not transparent.
It has the density and complexity of the neural tissue of a six-year-old's
brain as it straddles the world between speaking and reading, before
cognitive biases begin to map out and cordon off the Big Organ with
the Big Stick and suddenly no more Big Bird. The seamlessness of the
surface and, by extension, of sight, is now not so seemingly. The
imperfections begin to mount. We can literally taste them. The beloved
model, the site of such fierce investigation, threatens to slip back
into a subjectivity we can never fully own. Our audit belies the
ambiguity of tasting forbidden fruit: the beloved's retraction into
alien mode makes it impossible to resolve the initial launch. The
ideal of sensory fusion seems threatened by the aching futility of a
research project without end. We desire to make eye contact and yet
fear being murdered by a loud wink or a carelessly worded sneeze.
|