Shock and Nah: On Helen Molesworth's Ouster + Adel Abdessemed's Latest Provocation
This week, two stories proving the biggest scandals are often the most predictable…
TRUTH & CONSEQUENCES
On Tuesday, news broke that the Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles (MOCA) had parted ways with renowned chief curator Helen Molesworth. Although an email from the museum to its trustees characterized the split as Molesworth “stepping down,” trustee Catherine Opie told Christopher Knight of the Los Angeles Times soon after that director Philippe Vergne fired Molesworth for, in his reported words to Opie, “undermining the museum.”
The days that followed saw the art world (and art press) try to piece together what that fateful phrase might actually mean. After sources reached by Hyperallergic and Frieze raised questions about Molesworth’s leadership tactics, my artnet News colleague Julia Halperin’s reporting filled out a much broader picture of a chief curator and a board of trustees (Opie notwithstanding) fundamentally at odds over the museum’s trajectory.
Apart from Molesworth voicing displeasure at Vergne’s decision to curate a major Carl Andre survey last year, the difference in vision resulted in flashpoint events with tangible fallout for a museum never exactly known as a fundraising heavyweight. Those events included a potential donor’s decision to give “a significant work” to a rival institution because Molesworth “made her lack of interest apparent,” as well as Molesworth spiking blood-pressure readouts around the organization by sending a junior curator in her place to meet with Mark Grotjahn about his upcoming retrospective at MOCA.
This last move was triply inflammatory given Grotjahn’s status as a museum trustee, some of his fellow board members’ deep holdings of his work, and MOCA’s plans to celebrate him at their next annual gala. MOCA later canceled the event and returned the associated $1.4 million in donor pledges after Grotjahn declined the tribute, reportedly in response to the lack of diversity in the list of previous honorees. (This was both a wise assessment of the shifting sociocultural landscape and a savvy PR move.)
All this new context complicates the narrative of Molesworth as sacrificial lamb. Does it make her firing justified, though?
To answer that question—at least, from the board’s perspective—I think it’s illuminating to consider a framework that has stuck with me since I first encountered it: You can have freedom, or you can have influence. But you can’t have both.
I don’t think there is any such thing as a perfect job, meaning a job consisting only of the stuff you want to do. Whether we like it or not, every prominent job in an American museum is now, on some level, about stroking egos and securing donations. There’s an argument that things shouldn’t be this way, especially at institutions striving for progressivism. But if we act as if it’s already the case, we’re kidding ourselves.
So if you’re named chief curator and earn a well-deserved reputation for being brilliant in that role, patrons are going to want to meet you. Odds are that you will think some of these patrons range from dull to demonic. Their taste in work may be as boring as a Mormon New Year’s Eve party. Intellectually, aesthetically, even personally, you will probably be right on all counts.
You’re welcome to exercise your freedom to unapologetically voice these opinions. But if doing so pisses off some of those patrons so much that they start giving money or work to other institutions, there’s a good chance it will jeopardize the influence you hold as chief curator of a major American art museum in 2018.
Same goes for the Grotjahn incident. You have the freedom to send a junior curator as your proxy to meet with a (white male) artist-trustee collected in depth by his fellow board members. Just know there’s a strong chance that choice could impact your continued influence on the institution the board oversees.
Now, did Molesworth’s gender play some role in her firing? I’d bet it did. Like eggshells, fine china, and cheap furniture, the egos of powerful men are inherently fragile. It’s plausible to me that some donors and trustees who turned against Molesworth could have been less offended, or less shocked, by her demeanor if it were coming from a man instead.
To be clear, I think this double standard is utterly stupid. But patriarchy, by definition, is not a meritocracy.
Nowhere in the emerging counter-narrative about Molesworth’s exit does this seem more relevant to me than in comments about her managerial style. Based on conversations with multiple current and former MOCA staffers, both on and off the record, Matt Stromberg of Hyperallergic characterized her as “a boss and colleague who created a toxic environment.” If true, I think that’s a real problem.
At the same time, the #MeToo and Time’s Up movements have made it abundantly clear that men who excel at the headline aspect of their jobs have too often been allowed to make their workplaces a living hell for staffers.
Even if we set aside the many prominent males now accused of sexual harassment (or worse), just consider the deification of Steve Jobs, an unrelenting tyrant “famous for the way he would obliterate his staff, often in public, which maximized their humiliation by making it a spectacle rather than a private affair,” as Krister Ungerboeck wrote in Quartz. Yet Jobs’s chronic bad behavior has been defended, even modeled, by aspiring entrepreneurs of all stripes because, hey, in the end we still got some really cool phones out of it.
Of course, the length of Jobs’s leash was no doubt also partly owed to the fact that he had a Y chromosome. If Molesworth did too, would she still be organizing critically acclaimed exhibitions for MOCA?
Personally, I think her gender (significantly) narrowed her margin for error. But based on what we know now, I don’t think it was the primary motivation for her ouster. (Whether we should say the same about the recent firings or resignations of Laura Raicovich, María Inés Rodríguez, or Beatrix Rufrequires more investigation.)
Instead, it seems clear that Molesworth’s priorities had been violently clashing with those of the board and the director for some time. And either directly or indirectly, that familiar conflict has motivated the departures of chief curators and museum directors for as long as those positions have existed. And often times, the departed have been as white, straight, and male as Molesworth’s MOCA predecessor Paul Schimmel, the Met’s Thomas Campbell, and even Walter Hopps, the maverick Los Angeles curator to which I’ve seen multiple people compare Molesworth in the days since her firing. Notably, Hopps was also a dude whose New York Times obituaryoffset his aesthetic brilliance by noting “his eccentric work habits, his mysterious disappearances, and an autocratic manner that caused conflicts with museum boards.”
All that said, MOCA certainly had the freedom to fire its celebrated chief curator. But it had better prepare for the prospect of losing some influence in the art world, too—locally, nationally, and internationally. How much influence, and for how long, remains to be seen. But when the bottom drops out, the museum should not be surprised by the fall.
ANIMAL INSTINCT
On Thursday, Anna Sansom reported that, after consulting with artist Adel Abdessemed, the Museum of Contemporary Art (MAC) in Lyon, France, removed a controversial video work from his solo exhibition “The Antidote” only a week after its debut.
Titled Spring (2013), the piece used cinematic special effects to create the illusion that a row of live chickens, hung upside down against a brick wall, had been lit on fire. However, a team of technicians and the artist closely monitored the animals during production “to avoid any suffering.”
Despite the museum’s explanation of the process and assurances that the work exists to protest animal cruelty, not endorse it, a blistering public shaming campaign by animal rights activists convinced all involved to pull the piece for the greater good of the show. MAC Lyon director Thierry Raspail said that he and Abdessemed wanted to “make people look at the exhibition rather than court controversy,” while a museum statement slammed the public and the press for subjecting Abdessemed to “an unfair trial.”
Although TAN contextualized Spring by referencing Abdessemed’s Don’t Trust Me (2007), an earlier video work featuring six animals slaughtered for food by a sledgehammer blow to the head, the artist has a much longer history of inflaming animal rights activists.
His other provocative pieces include Cri (“Cry”) (2012), a sculpture carved from a mammoth tusk that depicts the terrorized nude child central to the Pulitzer Prize-winning Vietnam War photograph of a napalm-torched village; Taxidermy and Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf (both 2010), a cube and wall relief, respectively, fashioned from dozens upon dozens of preserved animal carcasses subsequently charred to a crisp; Usine (“Factory”) (2009), a video capturing a variety of animals—spiders, snakes, scorpions, roosters, and dogs—thrown into a pen to attack one another; and a series of photographs of exotic beasts (snakes, lions, wild boars) released into the streets of Paris.
As with Spring, Abdessemed claims that the other works above involved either no agency on his part or no harm done to the critters in question. He did not rip a hole in time and space to kill a mammoth for Cri’s ivory. He merely scavenged secondhand stores to collect existing trophy creatures for Taxidermy and Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf. He shot Usine in Mexico, where animal combat is legal, and did the same for Don’t Trust Me, which takes place at an actual slaughterhouse carrying out business as usual. And the menagerie transported to metro Paris was handled with the utmost care.
Of course, the point is that none of this matters. Harming animals, or being perceived as doing so, remains one of the surest ways to rain hellfire and brimstone upon yourself in 2018. As others have pointed out, in a country where dozens of dead schoolchildren have not been enough to motivate Congress to pass meaningful new gun restrictions, lawmakers produced a bipartisan bill restricting airlines from placing pets in overhead bins only 48 hours after United admitted it had accidentally suffocated a passenger’s dog.
Could Abdessemed really have been surprised by this? In 2008, the San Francisco Art Institute ended a solo exhibition of his work after a mere five days when Don’t Trust Me provoked animal rights activists to threaten staffers with violence, sexual assault, and murder. Protesters temporarily halted a 2009 exhibition in Turin featuring Don’t Trust Me, Usine, and the Parisian street-animal photos—notably, the same week that “ecoterrorists attacked a bird sanctuary about 20 miles from Turin… with Molotov cocktails.” (The show eventually re-opened.) And in response to “explicit and repeated threats of violence” last October, the Guggenheim pulled three works stained by accusations of animal cruelty from its exhibition “Art and China after 1989: Theater of the World.”
So you can certainly try to convince me that Abdessemed thought this piece would inspire a peaceful, enlightened debate on the issue. You can also try to convince me that Saddam Hussein once requisitioned 4,000 Playstation 2 consoles in an attempt to hack them together into a weapon of mass destruction. I promise you that both efforts will be equally futile.
Instead, it’s more likely to me that including Spring was, on some level, a marketing ploy from the start—the latest in a decade’s worth of troll moves aimed at keeping Abdessemed front and center as the boundary-pushing bad boy of political art. Whether the MAC knew it or not is an entirely different question. Either way, mission accomplished.
That’s all for this edition. ‘Til next time, remember: Not every scandal is a sneak attack.