Most artists dislike the art world; Mike Kelley was no exception. The Detroit-born conceptual artist, who established his reputation in Los Angeles\u2014where he lived until his death by suicide in 2012\u2014had little patience for the dominant approach to marketing and interpreting art, which, then as now, was biographical. The expectation that artists should peddle their \u201cpersonal experience\u201d for commercial gain disgusted him; so, too, did the criteria for success and failure within his profession.<\/p>\n
To his mind, the celebrated modernist art of the 1970s was jaded and lacking in depth. It owed its success to the New York art market, from the city\u2019s auction houses and blue-chip galleries to the trade publications\u2014Frieze<\/em>, Artforum<\/em>, and the like\u2014that inflated valuations by drawing a straight art-historical line from De Kooning to Koons.\u00a0Kelley took inspiration instead from the \u201cpost-studio\u201d tradition he encountered as a student at CalArts, what his former teacher John Baldessari described rather straightforwardly as \u201cwork that is done in one\u2019s head.\u201d<\/p>\n This was an unashamedly intellectual culture: artists prided themselves on the difficulty of their work and cultivated a performative hostility to the business side of their profession. (In the 1970s Baldessari burned all of his paintings and sold the ashes, baked into cookies.) Kelley\u2019s conceptual art\u2014of which a representative sample was on display at London\u2019s Tate Modern earlier this year\u2014was, like the milieu that formed it, primarily a reaction to the broader conditions in which it was produced. Over thirty-odd years, he used sculpture, text, video, and performance to track the fragmentation of a post-1968 America unable to reconcile high and low culture.\u00a0<\/p>\n Born in 1954 in Wayne County, Michigan, Kelley grew up in Westland, a suburb of Detroit and perhaps the only city in the world to be named after a shopping mall. His father was a janitor and his mother a cook. He held no romantic feelings toward the world of America\u2019s working class: \u201cI might come from that,\u201d he told an interviewer in 2010, \u201cbut I have no love for it.\u201d Nor did he fawn over the chattering classes. They were provincial in their own way: \u201cthe Museum of Modern Art history of art,\u201d which fashioned a cult out of the supposed originality of New York artists, \u201cwas pure bullshit,\u201d he said in a 2004 conversation with the critic Gerry Fialka.<\/p>\n This reactive stance against the prevailing art market was partly a matter of necessity. In 1976, when Kelley graduated from the University of Michigan and moved west to study at CalArts, there were relatively few opportunities for LA artists to enjoy commercial success\u2014which, on the east coast, was the reward for stupidity. Artists in the city could only sell \u201cup to the $40,000 mark, say. After that you\u2019ve got to grow up or you\u2019ve got to move away,\u201d Kelley said in 2004. The absence of commercial incentives created the conditions for the emergence of multimedia art that defied the tastes of the market, not least because its practitioners refused to develop a signature, recognizable \u201cstyle.\u201d Away from the New York circuit, artists like Kelley could instead reflect on America in all its complexity. \u201cManhattan isn\u2019t part of America,\u201d he said in the same interview. \u201cIt\u2019s Europe.\u201d<\/p>\n The language developed by era-defining art critics like Barbara Rose and Clement Greenberg, champions of American modernism, just did not apply to the performance art that emerged in the late 1970s. Kelley struggled hard to shake modernism\u2019s influence: at the University of Michigan he had worked in the shadow of Hans Hofmann\u2013inspired painters and learned almost by rote the elements of \u201cpush-pull formalism,\u201d which treated composition as a game of balancing shapes and colors against one another on the canvas. But at CalArts he encountered performance art under the mentorship of Douglas Huebler and David Askevold, with whom he completed one of his first works, The Poltergeist<\/em>, a series of drawings, texts, and photos inspired by the idea of demonic possession (shown in the Tate\u2019s first room). One black-and-white image shows a young Kelley with reams of bunched-up tissue pouring from his mouth in a parody of a trashy, exorcism-themed B-movie; beside it hung a manifesto full of overintellectualized theories about the relationship between the sexual and occult (the poltergeist, one line reads, is \u201cThe Love That Burns; the Incendium Amorous\u201d). The motivating insight behind this work, which Kelley would mine throughout his career, was that ordinary experience, especially in its most conspiratorial and fantastic expressions, had its own kind of coherence. An attentive artist simply had to excavate and present it.<\/p>\n Andrew Lalchan\/Alamy Stock Photo<\/p>\n A museumgoer in front of Mike Kelley\u2019s The Poltergeist<\/i> (1979) at the Tate Modern, London, October 2024<\/p>\n<\/figcaption><\/div>\n<\/figure>\n This thinking, which would come into its own in Kelley\u2019s later work, came with an interest in mass culture, which shaped the way people understood their own lives. During his student days, many of Kelley\u2019s classmates and teachers were suspicious of his fascination with mainstream cultural products; they preferred instead to draw on images from art history. According to them, art that made use of pop culture was merely a \u201creiteration of the values of the dominant culture,\u201d he recounted in 1997. \u201cCritical usage of it was simply impossible.\u201d He drew different fault lines: for him the crucial distinction was not between high and low culture but between the sayable and the repressed\u2014a view informed, as was the case for many artists of his generation, by the backlash to the social transformations of the 1960s. In a 1992 essay reflecting on the career of the sculptor and painter Paul Thek, he observed that<\/p>\n contemporary American art history is spookily aligned with Reagan\/Bush ideology. By excising artworks from the 1960s that mirror the social and political upheavals and countercultural activities of the period, or focusing on works primarily in the formalist tradition, an unspoken alliance is forged with the conservatives: both agree that these unsavory issues are not appropriate for art, and thus for society.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n By the time Kelley graduated from CalArts, this reverence for modernism had developed into a vogue for minimalism within American sculpture\u2014a movement that likewise valorized a socially detached, sanitized vision of art. Tony Smith, its lead practitioner, had been racing along the unfinished New Jersey turnpike when the expanse of unlit, unmarked tarmac, measured only by the speed of a car\u2019s progress from nowhere to nowhere, led him to a realization: \u201cThere was no way you can frame it, you just have to experience it.\u201d Minimalism emphasized this sort of pure experience. It proposed, in effect, freeing the relationship between viewer and object from culture, politics, or any preconceived notion of what could or could not be art. Kelley found this conceptual move fundamentally dishonest. How could art be anything but a product of the world around it and a response to the conditions under which it was made? And why pretend otherwise?<\/p>\n Kelley\u2019s work drew its energy from the social mobility of the postwar years, which allowed people like him, who had grown up in a suffocating working-class culture, to encounter a disappointingly complacent elite public sphere. It\u2019s hard to imagine that his twin dissatisfactions with these two worlds didn\u2019t in some way inform his negative reaction to minimalism, a genre seemingly structured around an ideal of excellence. For Kelley, minimalism, as an artistic program, illuminated a problem at the heart of the commodity culture of postwar industrial society: mass-produced objects had shown human labor to be deeply inadequate when measured against technology\u2019s ability to create ideal forms. The minimalists, in relying on highly trained fabricators to turn out handmade works that bore no trace of their creators, seemed to be trying to have it both ways\u2014and obscuring the real conditions of the present in the process. \u201cThe manufactured object by virtue of its \u2018untouched\u2019 quality [is] a perfect object,\u201d Kelley said in a 1992 interview. But it also followed that human touch had become a mark of failure.<\/p>\n The Tate show, \u201cMike Kelley: Ghost and Spirit,\u201d opened with Kelley\u2019s response to this dilemma: pieces exemplifying what he called \u201cworking-class minimalism,\u201d a series of elegant birdhouses that he copied from how-to manuals but modified slightly. The project builds on his insight that mass production had rendered somehow pathetic the crafts\u2014such as DIY birdhouses\u2014embraced by ordinary people. In these sculptures, failure takes place twice. They fail first as birdhouses\u2014they could have been made better by a machine\u2014and second as art, because their attempt to take themselves seriously, by adding some slight spin or elaboration to a conventional form, comes across as ridiculous. Gothic Birdhouse<\/em> (1978) has nine roofs, each placed above the last. Catholic Birdhouse<\/em>, which was not on display at the Tate but was completed at the same time, is more roughly finished and has two holes, one small and splintered and the other twice as large; above the first has been printed \u201cTHE HARD ROAD,\u201d while the words \u201cTHE EASY ROAD\u201d appear below the second. Each birdhouse is accompanied by elaborate, semi-mystical justifications. One typical text reads:<\/p>\n ASSUMING THAT THE BIRD IS Mike Kelley Foundation for the Arts\/VAGA at Artists Rights Society, NY and DACS, London\/Photograph: Tate\/Matt Greenwood <\/p>\n Installation view of \u201cMike Kelley: Ghost and Spirit,\u201d including, on the right, three of Kelley\u2019s birdhouses, at the Tate Modern, London<\/p>\n<\/figcaption><\/div>\n<\/figure>\n What Kelley aspired to was \u201can artwork that you couldn\u2019t raise, there was no way that you could make it better than it was.\u201d Turning a birdhouse into art, usually the province of sublimated sexual and religious desires, \u201cactually makes it more uncomfortable.\u201d There is, he observed, something \u201cpitiful that all these energies are pumped into\u201d an object so basic that it could have been constructed by a machine. This combination of the tragic and the pathetic is what appealed to Kelley about craft\u2014he saw in it a kind of obstinate commitment to defeat in the face of a world that idealized perfection.<\/p>\n In the 1980s critics began to interpret Kelley\u2019s art in the biographical terms that would dog him until his death. One of the main accusations they made was that his work, from the mid-1980s on, was somehow about his own difficult childhood, because it used toys as readymades and referenced children\u2019s TV shows.<\/p>\n In fact commodity culture interested him far more than personal hardship. In More Love Hours Than Can Ever Be Repaid<\/em> and The Wages of Sin<\/em> (1987), a wall tableau consisting of soiled teddy bears with an accompanying altar of melted candles, Kelley took care to try and preempt viewers from projecting their feelings onto what they saw: he wanted them to encounter something that, like the birdhouses, was already laden with pathos. The wall of toys\u2014each wedged against the other, making it impossible to imagine one being removed without the whole structure collapsing\u2014denies the viewer the possibility of entertaining fantasies of their own childhood, or Kelley\u2019s, with any particular doll.<\/p>\n This was the aim, but critics of course couldn\u2019t help themselves; the dirtiness of the toys set imaginations racing. Was Kelley trying to tell them something sinister about his own upbringing? To assertions that his art was an allusion to some abuse he must have suffered as a child, Kelley retorted: yes, he had been abused\u2014by the formalist art training he had endured at the University of Michigan! More Love Hours<\/em> was partly a nod to that period of ill treatment. The viewer encounters the wall of toys as a unified block of texture and color composed in accordance with the principles of push-pull formalism.<\/p>\n Kelley could not content himself with being clever just once. The dolls that made up the tableau were also, as he saw it, embodiments of the time, or labor, spent working over them. He wanted to point at the contradiction behind the anxiety, shared by many artists, that audiences might view their work\u2014an object they would like to sell for money\u2014as a commodity. Kelley poked at this incoherence in interviews. \u201cI said if each one of these toys took 600 hours to make then that\u2019s 600 hours of love; and if I gave this to you, you owe me 600 hours of love; and that\u2019s a lot.\u201d<\/p>\n The suggestion, made with a wink but also with a touch of nastiness, was that the avant-garde artist\u2019s desire to avoid commodification was an attempt to exercise parental authority over the viewer\u2014to treat the audience as children who should feel grateful for, and burdened by, the gift of what had been placed before them. As with most of Kelley\u2019s ironic moves, this one didn\u2019t seek to undermine one position in favor of another, but to show that the messages people send one another are often more complicated than they initially seem\u2014even when those people are self-reflexive artists. Kelley, for his part, wasn\u2019t trying to dictate the audience\u2019s response. The social function of art, he said during his 2004 interview, was simple: \u201cto fuck things up.\u201d<\/p>\n Mike Kelley Foundation for the Arts\/VAGA at Artists Rights Society, NY and DACS, London\/Photograph: Tate\/Matt Greenwood<\/p>\n Installation view of \u201cMike Kelley: Ghost and Spirit,\u201d including Kelley\u2019s Kandors<\/i> series (1999\u20132011), at the Tate Modern, London<\/p>\n<\/figcaption><\/div>\n<\/figure>\n Kelley\u2019s jabs at the pieties of high culture had, as their corollary, a lack of patience for claims that mass culture was somehow na\u00efve. His aim was not so much to humanize the working class as to point out that there was a kind of implicit stupidity in dogmatically dismissing activities common to large sections of the population. He quipped in his writing that the strip club was the real modernist theater. The dancer who momentarily broke her fa\u00e7ade to negotiate the cost of a lap dance or tell a man that he could look but not touch was, in Kelley\u2019s words, putting on a \u201ctruly Brechtian\u201d show. Only a bouncer watching out for wandering hands guarded the thin boundary between fantasy and reality.<\/p>\n The aim of Day is Done<\/em>, a video and performance project he began in 2000, displayed to cacophonous effect in a single room at the Tate, was to remove the bouncer and allow fantasy to flow freely out of reality. Digging through postwar high school yearbooks, Kelley found documents of social rituals: \u201cslave day,\u201d where (white) participants dress up in outfits to be sold on an auction block; costume play of \u201cthugs\u201d attacking \u201csissies\u201d; Catholicism in all its camp theatricality. To make Day is Done<\/em> he staged reenactments of these rites, documenting them both in videos that play on television monitors and in stills from the films that hang alongside the original black-and-white source images on the wall. Kelley considered this work to be part of a larger series, which he called Extracurricular Activity Projective Reconstructions<\/em> and continued making until 2011.<\/p>\n Mike Kelley Foundation for the Arts\/VAGA at Artists Rights Society, NY and DACS, London\/Photograph: Tate\/Matt Greenwood<\/p>\n Installation view of \u201cMike Kelley: Ghost and Spirit,\u201d including a work from Kelley\u2019s Extracurricular Activity Projective Reconstruction<\/i> series (2000\u20132011), at the Tate Modern, London<\/p>\n<\/figcaption><\/div>\n<\/figure>\n The side-by-side photos are somewhat lifeless; the videos, however, are a joy. In one, based on a source image of students dressed for Halloween and seated politely at their desks, Kelley imagines<\/a> the classroom breaking out into a fight that seconds later gets interrupted by the twang of a country guitar. A woman in overalls and gingham appears on a stage and sings a nonsense R&B pop number whose opening bars recall Destiny\u2019s Child\u2019s \u201cSurvivor,\u201d but with lines like \u201cTijuana Hayride\/men on all fours\/animal sacrifice\/liberal conspiracy,\u201d performed and produced with the glitz one would expect from a Beyonc\u00e9 track circa 2005.<\/p>\n Kelley\u2019s discovery was that most people document their lives using images that, in their simplicity, are almost minimalist objects in themselves, lacking any particular meaning. In one series, taken again from postwar high school yearbook photos, he has young men dressed up in Nazi uniforms rap derogatorily about the \u201cfat ass\u201d of a Catholic woman lighting candles. The original photographs of both the young men and the woman are, for Kelley, depictions of ritual: the actions they recorded could be stripped of their actual significance, which Kelley found boring, and transformed for dramatic effect. This was not a political project, which would have demanded some kind of critique of the practices of ordinary people or the social structures that supported them. It was an attempt to open up quotidian life, which Kelley found fascinatingly bizarre, to the artist\u2019s playful self-expression.<\/p>\n
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