When Marcel
Duchamp signed a urinal and submitted it to an exhibit in 1917, it was
more than just a brazen gesture. It sounded the knell of art as it was
previously known. After bringing it down to the lowest common
denominator, what else remained? It’s a question that continues to
plague artists today, and was especially pressing immediately after
World War I, when the avant-garde sought an art form fitted to the
brave and savage new world emerging around them. The urgency was even
greater following the calculated cruelty of World War II. A new
exhibition at the Milwaukee Art Museum, “Foto: Modernity in Central
Europe, 1918-1945,” allows you to gauge the frenetic activity,
individualism and energy of the interwar period through the eyes of
photographers from all over Central Europe.
It’s a beautiful
but overwhelming exhibit, scarcely offering a moment’s pause between
one piece and the next. It seeks to provide an overview of the output
of Central European photography rather than honing in on regional
variations, partly to its detriment. It would be interesting to focus
in more detail on how photographers in Russia were embracing the
fledgling Communist regime, or how Czechoslovakians were celebrating
their newfound independence. Yet in some ways the arrangement is
fitting, allowing you to discern universal values that occupied
photographers at this time.
Even the visual overload is somehow appropriate, comparable to the discordant melee of images characterizing avant-garde
films like Ballet Mcanique. Rampant
industrialization, sexual and social emancipation: Each is met in turn
with ecstatic approval or reticence. Compare Paul Citroen’s Metropolis with Kazimierz Podsadecki’s City the Mill of Life.
While
the former betrays excitement for the teeming metropolis, the latter
shows it as a trap. American capitalism often bore the brunt of this
antipathy. See Mieczyslaw Choynowski’s America, where a pair of
shackled hands rises up in supplication to a remote idol of liberty.
Images of Charlie Chaplin balancing on beams, or rendered into a spooky
and mocking mask, are especially significant. In many ways he came to
be regarded in Europe as the archetypal sellout, chewed up and spat out
by the American public.
An area that isn’t covered sufficiently in the exhibit is the confluence between modern photography and architecture. Both disciplines
were in search of a universal language that turned its back on
historicism, and it might be worth looking at how photographers in
these years rendered the stark architecture of the International Style;
whether they embraced its unifying principles and its machine-aesthetic
or expressed dissatisfaction in its lack of national identity.
Surrealism
also seems to be somewhat marginalized here, presented as largely
introspective with little relation to the public sphere. There’s little
here to represent the curiosity of the flaneur who seeks adventure in
the bustling human traffic of the teeming metropolis. Yet it’s an image
from the surrealist repertoire that captures the essence of the
exhibit: In Miroslav Hak’s End of the Line in Dejvice, the open
door of a train compartment reveals a town reduced to rubble—a fitting
depiction of the ruins of Europe seen through the unblinking aperture
of modernity.
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