Dear Hester,
I take the liberty to understand our topic of “Where" in a first step, geographically, locally, and to argue from my practice as a curator. My formatting years fall in the seventies and eighties, and I remember well at the time how often and violently I enervated myself over photography exhibitions. With a few exceptions, they were mostly boring, uninspired and sometimes terribly hung. Do you also remember the endless sequences of photographs in black frames, matted, hung with a bias cut and with a distance of 4-5 cm from the next image like a millipede through the rooms? And as the image-addicted, narrow queue of viewers is jostled along this millipede, with passing prohibited?
The eighties were a bad decade for classic photography. Except for matting, framing and hanging in a single row, neither the exhibition organisers nor the photographer had any ideas. Why was that so? What were the reasons? Central exhibitions in the twenties and thirties (Lissitzky), and even more the otherwise often derided Family-of-Man-Exhibition in the fifties (Steichen), indeed delivered enough illustrative material on how an exhibition can be made more attractive, more exciting, and more substantively more coherent, and more discursive.
I think that photography has become its own wish, its own claim that has proved fatal. In the seventies and eighties, photography changed its status, taking out a new passport, as it were. It was now increasingly at least perceived as art, as art photography, even if former journalistic photography was ennobled by later admission to the museum. It is this change that gave it the tame corset of matting and framing, all of it often somehow cut obliquely. The finally achieved cultural appreciation and its ignorance in exhibiting put formally strict, conservative reins on it for a long time. (I'm not talking about artists who have worked with photography) For admission to the museum, to go from functional to free, purposeless photography, for a while it paid a self-inflicted, heavy price.
Thereafter, i.e. in the nineties, the active photographers discovered mounting on aluminium. What seems clever in the exhibitions by Paul Graham in 1993 or by Astrid Klein 1995 was quickly captured and then repeated endlessly. So long and so intensely until, depending on the camera format, you also could no longer see mounted photographs in sizes of 80x120 cm or 100x150 cm. The exhibition walls were tiled with hard-laminated, photographs offset like tiles in paralysis-induced shock.
I curated my first exhibitions, as Henri Cartier-Bresson, and with him all of “Magnum", began to enlarge their photographs up to three and four times bigger than before, and omitting the context in which they arose, and sometimes even the legends. The photographs once created to order, for a specific purpose, were supposed to thus transform into autonomous works. At that time, as a young curator, I asked myself the question: How can you use photographs to create exhibitions that really make sense, exhibitions that are more exciting than photography in the book? Photography and museum, photography and exhibition space means switching one medium into an another medium, one or more framings into another framing. Sometimes, the photograph (and the institution) is prepared for it, designed for it (in the case of art with photography), sometimes, it is almost set against it, if the exhibition had not been thought of all along in the emergence of the photographs. Imagine industrial photography suddenly in the “White Cube", on the clean, white museum wall. Commissioned photography, formerly often realised nameless, authorless, is then edited and stored by a retouching team. The aim of this photograph was to advertise a brochure for company X, which is to present this new machine. So it was a propaganda photo, as advertising was called at the beginning of the 20th century. With many large magnesium spotlights the factory hall was brightly lit, torn from its gloominess to skillfully cover both the actual origin of the object and the object of the recorded image. And this - nevertheless life photography, factual photography - so-called recorded image was suddenly exhibited in the context of a white cube, in which Gursky and Goldin, Stieglitz and Strand, Weston and Wegmann were otherwise exhibited. How should this photography be read and understood?
The introduction of photography into the museum context poses a number of problems. This transition is usually part of an artistic work, an artistic act, because it is strived for, because of the glowing white space, the effect of distance, of proximity, the framing and the rhythm are considered from the start and co-ordinated with the concept of the work. Then the works and the hanging and the appearance in the space are read as a common, intentional score, as the visible result of an occurred performance of imagery. With resources such as serial, sequential arrangement, addition, the cloud-like grouping, the cluster-type block, the counterpoint, the change of pace and the break, the pictures can be put on the wall, in the room, incorporated into the architecture, images can be sunk therein such that they “swim" or stand out from it.
Quite different, as I said, all the photographs, which were not created for the museum purpose. Journalistic photos are integrated into and function in the dense newspaper and magazine layout, but they are hung on the open, white museum wall, then they “flutter", often seeming helpless, unguided. Journalistic photos, taken in a certain order for a certain journal at a particular time, and published together with a specific language framework - title, text, legends -, often 'stumbled' into the museum without warning. They thus ended up in a completely different context, which was less the narratively, illustratively emphasised as the work, its presence, its openness. In the classical format of 40x50 cm or 50x60 cm, they were strictly arranged in single row, possibly without any text, without contextualization - and were only put upon themselves, i.e., now suddenly exclusively dependent on a possible idle aesthetic power. Thus, the vision, intention and attitude of photojournalists have slipped by, dissolved. Context and information disappeared. Multiple misunderstandings were inevitable.
At the Fotomuseum Winterthur (Winterthur Photo Museum), we broke through with the first exhibitions of classical photography, with applied photography tentatively, then with the lines more prominent, introduced showcases, block hangings, met the immense industrial photography in part with large-scale cloud, cluster of photographs. With sensitive issues like Hoffmann and Hitler, we deliberately subdued the aesthetic presentation. Frames yes, but no matting, only photo corners, and actually too many small images in the same frame. For Gilles Peress Farewell to Bosnia, we staged a sarcophagus-like small space in which the images that were mounted on a kind of tarpaulin were hanged claustrophobically tightly together: there was no escape for the viewer either.
The principle of the cluster, the cloud, the airy salon hanging collapsed with the publication of photographic exhibitions in the early nineties. It was the first step to conquer the wall, to involve the space, strictly in Blossfeldt, associatively with Anders Petersen; the work “Candlestick Point" by Lewis Baltz contained within itself, a new thinking, a new approach to the wall. The individual images acted as information frames, one after another, with breaks or failures, gaps in the communication system.
Only now, as the single row was broken through, it was possible to reinstated the single row distinctively for a particular job, attitude, for a subject. It regained its speech, strictly carried out as with Roni Horn’s “You are the weather". Awareness of the framing as signifier was weakly formed in photography for a long time. Gursky made clear, prominent, iconic placements in space. The images were protected, highlighted by the white border and lifted onto the tray by the heavy wooden framing. By contrast, Zoe Leonard moves like a weasel in the exhibition space, creeping along the walls, wanting to disappear in them. Works and wall/space are a single piece, not the wall as a background and the stage and the work as lead singer, as preacher, but rather a new whole, fused into a wall-picture/picture-space.
The exhibition “Trade - Commodities, Communication, and Consciousness", was furnished, equipped with cool office furniture. Art and applied photography began to be shown next to each other or on top of each other. Erosion, mountain erosion brings much debris and dirt and stones and rocks and mud into the valley. For Hans Danuser, it was therefore clear and key that his works of debris flowing into valley fields must be presented lying on the floor. The White Cube found its challenge for the first time with Nan Goldin’s coloured AIDS space, then with Shirana Shahbazi’s picture-space-colour concepts. The exhibition of Ai Weiwei finally conquered the space entirely, the theme of the city circulation in Beijing was simulated by photographic grids fitted directly to the walls. Stefan Burger turn developed a creative confusion with the theme of “exhibiting".
Photography hardly knows now, finally, how it should be shown in exhibitions, in spaces, in 3-D - the exhibitions are now become more exciting worldwide, more dense, more thrilling, more consistently reflected, more contextualised -, the digital dam failure has occurred. Hardly were the exhibitions created more complex in form and content, conquered the spaces, the Internet once again offers and demands total simplicity in dealing with photographs. The striking gesture on the tablet best illustrates the worlds of imagery that unfold in a single row on the Internet, this radical demotion of the complexity of a possible visual narrative on the sequence of individual images. The concretion “Photography here-and-now-in-this-constant-spatial-semantic field", this momentous “Where" thins itself straight back out, violently and repeatedly: it loses not only its ancestral support, but also equally all extremities, all tentacles that finally gave it the opportunity to combine a weakly coded photographic sign with other signs into a legible and understandable network of image information. It now becomes a volatile Baudrillardian sign that, if at all, can take on any meaning anytime. An attractive picture sleeve which can uncontrollably, often cluelessly slip from the context family history and family into advertising, history, nature documentary and even art.
Quo vadis, picture?