Ilya & Emilia Kabakov

Ilya was born in Dnjepropetrovsk, Ukraine, in 1933 & Emilia was born in Dnepropetrovsk, Ukraine, in 1945 - they live and work in New York, USA
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Ilya Kabakov: A critical biography

by Rod Mengham

Ilya Kabakov's work is now exhibited internationally, with the number of commissions he receives growing every year. But this level of attention has only been achieved during the last two decades, and particularly since his relocation to the West in 1987. Before that, he had lived from childhood in the Soviet Union, making art in difficult circumstances for more than three decades.
Born into a Jewish family, on 30 September 1933, Kabakov was the son of a locksmith, Josif Benzionovich Kabakov, and a bookkeeper, Bella Judelevna Solodukhina. They lived in Dnepropetrovsk, the Ukrainian town on the river Dnieper, until 1941, when the approach of the German army turned them into refugees. They moved first to the Caucasus and then to Uzbekistan, settling for a few years in Samarkand. In 1943, Kabakov's father left home in order to fight the Germans, and in the same year, Kabakov made his formal entry into the Russian art world, in the shape of the art school at the Leningrad Academy of Arts. Following the bombing of Leningrad, the Academy had been moved temporarily to Samarkand; during these years, many Soviet institutions were as itinerant as Soviet citizens themselves. In 1944, when the Academy shifted yet again, this time to Zagorsk outside Moscow, Kabakov and his mother went with it, finding accommodation at the Troitsky-Sergiev monastery. With the end of the war, the Academy returned to Leningrad and resumed its former identity as a boarding school. Kabakov, however, did not board there, since his mother was unable to obtain the necessary permit to reside in Leningrad. With the help of the Director of the Leningrad Academy, he transferred to the Moscow Art School, living in a student dormitory, while his mother stayed in nearby Zagorsk, working in a textiles warehouse.
After graduating in 1951, he passed the entrance exam to the Moscow Surikov Academy, where he joined the faculty of graphic arts. In his second year, he selected book illustration as his major, and while still a student began to earn money illustrating children's books. This was to become his chief source of income until 1987.
The first book to be published, one on which he collaborated with his friend Kirill Sokolov, was 'The Green Inkwell', a story by G. Lupsyakov. Kabakov was to produce sets of illustrations for over 150 children's books before managing to earn his living as an installation artist in the West.
Alongside this pragmatic activity, he also began to assemble the components of an oeuvre to which he felt more personally committed: aseries of projects he has referred to as the 'work for myself'. The first efforts in this vein consisted of a huge number of abstract colour drawings using crayon on paper. The artist has calculated that between 500 and 600 of these drawings, which often evoke the principles of abstract expressionism, were completed between 1953 and 1960. Most have now been lost, or were given away at the time, but a certain number have survived as contributions to the two albums, 'The Beginning' and 'Four Albums'.
A number of important personal contacts were made during the years spent at the Surikov Academy, where an especially influential teacher was Mikhail Alpatov, Kabakov's tutor in art theory. Among the students, Erik Bulatov and Oleg Vasiliev were particularly close associates, meeting often at Bulatov's dacha outside Moscow. With Bulatov, Kabakov forged a link with an earlier generation of Russian artists in the person of the painter Robert Falk, who had been a member of the pre- Revolutionary group 'Knave of Diamonds'. There is no doubt that Kabakov treated Bulatov's dacha as something of a haven and a place he found remarkably conducive to work. It was here that he painted a number of canvases in the style of Cezanne: a portrait, a landscape, and seven or eight still-lifes; the portrait and landscape are now in New York, but the still-lifes, like so many of the compositions of Kabakov’s Russian years, were left behind in Moscow when the artist emigrated.
For several years, both before and after graduating from the Academy in 1957, Kabakov travelled energetically around the Soviet Union, hiking around Moldavia and the Caucasus, and making expeditions to Samarkand and Svakhetia. He went to Svakhetia in the company of Bulatov and Vasiliev, all three nearly coming to grief when they lost their footing in a landslide.
In 1960, however, he made his first trip abroad, to the East German Republic, and was so captivated by the difference he felt in the cultural atmosphere that he almost remained there. East Germany was firmly within the Soviet bloc, yet Kabakov had sensed its proximity to the west and in one sense never looked back. For the next two years he spent a great deal of time learning German and culturally reorientating himself. 1960 was also a significant year for Kabakov in practical terms. He joined forces with the artist Ulo Sooster in order to rent a studio space. The two of them secured a basement area leased to the Soviet Union of Artists by the local housing administration (ZHeK) on Malye-Kamenshtshiki Street. Kabakov's first application to join the Union was made in this year; he was to become an elected member several years later in 1966. Membership meant improved access to materials, which were often scarce, and entitlement to stay in the so-called 'houses of creativity', retreats for artists located in rural areas; Kabakov was to use this privilege to good effect, especially during stays in Lithuania and the Crimea. For the 30th anniversary of the Moscow branch of the Artists' Union, an exhibition was organized at the Manege Gallery, mixing the work of an older generation of formalists, including Falk and Schevchenko, with that of a younger group of nonconformist painters, including Niezvestni, Bielutin and Sooster. An official reaction of strong disapproval was expressed by Krushchev in person, and from this point onwards it became increasingly difficult to show in public work that did not reflect Soviet government policy.
One of the most important venues for the alternative art scene that developed in these conditions was the apartment Ilya Kabakov: Critical Biography - Page 3 by Rob Menghan of Ulo Sooster, Kabakov's associate. Sooster hosted a series of meetings throughout the 1960s, the celebrated 'Vtorniki', always held on a Tuesday.
Western journalists played a crucial role at this stage, drawing attention to the kinds of Russian art that would otherwise remain completely hidden. A key figure was the Italian writer Antonelli Trombadore, who staged an exhibition comprised entirely of unofficial art works. Kabakov was involved in this, alongside Sooster, Niezvestni, Brussilovski and Sobolev. These five artists were drawn closer together by the circumstance of occupying studios in the same vicinity, that of Sretenski Boulevard.
Kabakov moved there in 1968, having obtained permission from the Artists' Union to have a studio created in the attic of the Rossiya Insurance Company’s building at no. 6/1. The work was done by David Kogan, who had carried out many similar commissions. It was Kabakov's first purpose-built studio; Sooster moved into a similar space at the same address. Kabakov's studio was to become the focus of an active exchange of ideas, a venue for lectures and discussions among friends who later became known as the Sretenski Boulevard Group. Kabakov's new working conditions had a significant impact on his own output, not just on the activities of the group of artists he was associated with. He was able to conceive of his various projects on a wholly different scale of operations.
Prior to 1968, the bulk of his work consisted of drawings (between 200 and 250 during the period 1960-1968) all of manageable proportions, typically 20 × 30 cm. This output was punctuated by the occasional large painting, but the small number of such works emphasizes that they were exceptions to the rule. The most notable large canvases were 'Head with a Sphere' (200 × 160, 1965), 'Boy' (186 × 160, 1965), 'Pipe, Stick, Ball and Fly' (130 × 160, 1966) and 'Machine Gun and Chicks' (100 × 100 × 50, 1966).
After 1968, Kabakov initiated several extended projects, the individual components of which were often executed on an ambitious scale.
In 1969, he began a series of large 'White Paintings', all in masonite on commonplace board, emphasizing the flatness of the picture's surface, which is mostly taken up with an unbroken whiteness, interrupted only by minute details. The first composition in this mode was 'Berdyansk Spit' (150 × 100, 1969-70), ostensibly a landscape, in which the few figurative elements barely intrude upon the large area of blankness that the viewer's mind has to invest with significance. 'Berdyansk Spit' was followed by 'A Man and Small House' (150 × 100, 1970) and 'Death of the Dog Alya' (180 × 230, 1970). This phase of work was in some respects a prelude to the series of enormous canvases completed several years later, in which an even larger white surface is conceived of as capturing light coming from both behind and in front of the painting, accentuating focus on the tiny figurative details but also allowing that focus to be more easily overwhelmed. The pictures in this group include '12 Little White Men Above a Plate' (260 × 380, 1977), 'Flying' (260 × 380, 1978) and 'The Garden' (260 × 380, 1978). The size of these works and the obvious challenge they issue to the viewer emphasizes the conditions of reception to a peculiar degree; they presuppose both a physical and a conceptual relationship between art and its audience that brings the question of ambience into the equation.
Kabakov's work progressed during the following two decades towards an increasing concentration on the relation between art and the physical space in which it is presented, and on the realtime continuum in which the viewers (often listeners and readers, as well) interact with that space.
Another aspect of the work of the early 1970s that accelerated the progress towards conceptualism was the introduction of textual elements into the framed space of the picture, a practice that would lead rapidly to the composition of works in which textual material was to occupy all the available space. The earliest exercises in this genre, in which the picture frame delimits an area inscribed with text and encroached on by household objects, were the three works entitled 'Where Are They?' (147 × 350, 1970), 'Answers of the Experimental Group' (147 × 350, 1970) and 'Everything About Him' (370 × 147, 1970). Again, the viewer has to deal with a picture as large as the wall of a Russian apartment, covering an area in which the barrier between art and life, between decoration and function, disappears, and in which text can often have the parodic character of official instruction or information.
Perhaps the most far-reaching of Kabakov's experiments with different methods of presentation in the early 1970s, was his devising of the genre of albums that operate simultaneously as forms of sculpture, illustration, theatre and literature. The seminal albums, 'Ten Characters', which occupied him between 1970 and 1974 provided the germ for several of the installations first projected in the middle of the following decade, although there is no direct connection between these albums and the later installation of the same name. Each of the ten albums encompasses a theme or state of consciousness dramatised with reference to a fictive character whose entire range of concerns, and the narrative of whose life, revolves around the exploration of this dominant theme. These creatures of the artist's imagination seem to acquire a degree of objective reality with the provision of commentaries derived from a number of different voices. The interplay of visual and textual materials resists the idea of narrative closure, since they appear to diverge from each other as often as they converge. None of the commentaries reaches a conclusion, or has a greater degree of authority than the others. Each of the albums is completed-or left incomplete-with the addition of a blank page which the viewer may use as the occasion for his or her own imagined commentary, in a manoeuvre which resembles that of the later 'White Paintings'. The ten albums together amount to 460 loose leaf pages, on which Kabakov employed a combination of water colours and coloured pencils.
Kabakov's work developed according to a logic of its own during the 1970s; but his innovations found a ready response in a milieu that sustained and brought into relation with each other the artistic programmes of figures such as Eric Bulatov, Icvan Chuikov, Pavel Pepperstein, Komar & Melamid and Kabakov himself, as well as the writers Dmitri Prigov, Lev Rubinstein, Vsevolod Nekrasov and Vladimir Sorokin. These artists, with others, became known as the Moscow Circle of Conceptualists. Among other things, it was a forum that provided Kabakov with a medium for performing his albums in the shape of giving voice to the commentaries, in this way enlarging the scope of a project that was susceptible both to individual contemplation and to public realization in a gallery- or theatrerelated context.
The Conceptualists also met frequently to debate the organizing principles of their art, taking it in turns to present topics for discussion. A decisive figure in the shaping of these debates was the writer Boris Groys, whose role as interlocutor in the theoretical Ilya Kabakov: Critical Biography - Page 5 by Rob Menghan elaboration of Kabakov's work has been maintained until the present day.
The invention of characters with their own individual projects was taken a step further by Kabakov in the period 1978- 83, when he began to generate separate bodies of work that could be attributed to pseudonymous artists pursuing stylistic goals identifiably not those of Kabakov himself. These semiautonomous oeuvres have not only remained a part of the total output, they have formed the basis of some of Kabakov's most ambitious undertakings, as with the major installation 'The Life and Work of Charles Rosenthal', shown in Mito in 1999 and in Frankfurt am Main in 2000-2001. This very complex and extended series of paintings, drawings and Maquettes simulates a retrospective review of the entire life's work of a painter whose career manifests all the symptoms of successive artistic fashions in the Russian and Soviet twentieth century.
The first beginnings of this meticulous investigation of the Scope and ambiguity of pastiche are represented by the canvases 'Tested!' (260 × 380, 1981) and 'Supermarket' (260 × 190, 1981) which inhabit the conventions and adopt the recommended subject matter of Soviet socialist realism. While the subject matter of 'Tested!' is the interrogation of Soviet citizens in the matter of Party loyalty, Kabakov's intention with this work is to test the limits of an artistic method so blatantly at the disposal of a ruling ideology. His work as a whole never ceases to reflect on its cultural historical origins, and on the aesthetic conventions with which that history has been articulated; certain phases of his career have concentrated on developing a practice that is determinedly extraneous to these conventions, while others have subverted them from within, but the two alternatives have been held in a constant tension. In many ways the projects that seem most intrinsic to the expression of social relations during the Soviet era are those assemblages which appear to conform to the directives of a committee, and which might have been produced by a hack artist working for one of the Soviet district housing committees (the ZhEKs). These parodies of public service announcements typically resemble, while they distort, the kinds of schedules and information bulletins to be found on noticeboards in the communal apartments that define the everyday life of the period. Examples include 'Taking Out the Garbage' (150 × 210, 1980) and 'Sunday Evening' (150 × 210, 1980). The evocation of communal apartments, with their atmosphere of constant mutual surveillance on the part of the inhabitants, with the feeling that goes with this of ever-decreasing space in which to move and of less and less air to breathe, and with their unremitting noise, has remained a crucial element in the Kabakov oeuvre. During this time at the beginning of the 1980s, however, the issues of communal living pervaded his work and clung to it with a special tenacity, leading him to refer to the period from 1978 to 1983 as his 'ZhEK' years. This immersion in the banal is at its most striking the so-called 'Kitchen Series', in which mundane objects are displayed and made the focus of enquiry, in a process that estranges both the look and the function of these articles. Reversing the order of priorities in a culture whose axis was the process of production, Kabakov began to cultivate an aesthetic in the early 1980s that was organized around waste products, which lavished attention to an obsessive degree on the undervalued, on what was neglected and unwanted. Organizing several of his projects been thrown away, around preparing a taxonomy of what would normally pass as formless, Kabakov began to pose questions about the allocation of value in a system of meanings where artistic judgment is conditioned by an ideological imperative. By giving a value to rubbish, Kabakov opened up the debate around the relation of art to the market and to canonicity.
The next step was to assign value, cultural weight and presence, to an artwork that did not exist. In 1982-3, he devised an installation for the Pushkin Museum in Moscow entitled 'The Fly With Wings'. The installation had not been commissioned by the museum and has, unsurprisingly, never been shown there (although it has since been mounted at the Kunstverein, Hannover). Kabakov projected an arrangement of 132 pages of typed text that would refer conceptually and symmetrically to a single drawing of a fly. The drawing would be technically unexceptionable but artistically negligible, while this neutral representation of something generally held to be despicable would be overwhelmed by a series of cacophanous interpretations, making the basis for the understanding of art genuinely and obviously conflictual rather than hegemonic.
From the middle of the 1980s, Kabakov's work started to gravitate inexorably towards the planning and realization of a series of 'total' installations. To begin with, these had to be relatively restricted in scope, before Kabakov's emigration to the West in 1987 gave him access to the possibilities of large exhibition spaces. Perhaps the earliest complete such project, installed initially in Kabakov's own studio, was 'The Man Who Flew Into Space' (1985). This consisted of the debris of an apparently recently occupied room at the centre of which was a large catapult robust enough to take the weight of a single human being; above the centre of this apparatus in the ceiling, was a large hole apparently made by the exit velocity of the room’s missing inhabitant. This humorous but complex work ridicules the discrepancy between Soviet technological ambition and the impoverished material reality of everyday life in Russia, at the same time as the ideological competitiveness of the space race is transcended by the theories of a character for whom the entire universe is permeated by huge sheets of energy travelling upwards; it is as if choosing precisely the right moment to jump, or be catapulted, upwards allows him to join the stream of energy and be whirled into space by it. This almost impossible amalgam of biting satire and idealism is symptomatic of Kabakov’s mixed response to a Soviet reality which generates both an absurd hypocrisy and a measure of utopian grandeur. Contemporary with 'The Man Who Flew Into Space' was 'The Garbage Man'; which was premised on the discovery of a room in a communal apartment that is completely filled with garbage. The absent resident's habit of retaining everything without attempting to divide what is important from what is unimportant, provides an important metaphor for the politics of memory in a culture prone to constantly revising and rewriting its own history: 'To deprive ourselves of all this means to part with who we were in the past, and in a certain sense, it means to cease to exist.' Kabakov's first exploration of working conditions in the West occurred in 1987, when the Kunstverein, Graz, offered him a six months residency starting in October of that year. After three months, he was forced to return to Russia for the funeral of his mother, who died in January 1988 in Berdyansk. Ilya Kabakov: Critical Biography - Page 7by Rob Menghan
He completed the residency with an installation, in the foyer of the Graz Opera House, entitled 'Before Supper', then returned briefly to Russia before setting off to New York to organize a full-scale installation which remains pivotal in his oeuvre, 'Ten Characters'. 'The Man Who Flew Into Space' and 'The Garbage Man' were included in the array of ten fictional case-studies of residents in a communal apartment. Another was 'The Man Who Flew Into His Picture', which exploited the technique of the white paintings, positioning the viewer in front of a small drawing of the image of the self, set against an expanse of whiteness, of an 'ocean of light', encouraging the viewer to move in imagination 'with all his soul' into an 'infinite depth' while remaining simultaneously, and uncomfortably, aware that he is also sitting alone in front of a poorly painted white board. A fourth character, 'The Composer' projects a similar form of ambivalence in offering his neighbours simultaneously 'the music of the spheres' and an infernal racket they are moved to complain about. A fifth character was 'The Man Who Collects the Opinion of Others', recording the responses provoked in his fellow inmates by the action of throwing a random selection of objects into the corridor; a philologist by training, his model for the diffusion of points of view resembles that of the wave theory of the distribution of language families, with their intersecting ripples of influence travelling out from a central point of origin; Kabakov once again playing on the discrepancy between social reductiveness and theoretical grandeur. A sixth character was the 'Untalented Artist', whose derivative hack-work epitomizes the style of production mirrored by Kabakov in his 'ZhEK' phase. 'The Short Man' also appears to borrow Kabakov’s example in the construction of a kind of album in the form of a labyrinthine screen depicting the full range of activities that take place in the communal kitchen. Although the screen is mounted in the form of an installation filling the entire room, it is successfully ignored by those guests invited to view it, whose familiarity with the short man as a colleague from work prevents them from seeing him in any other light. 'The Collector' pursues a project similar to that of 'The Garbage Man', while the ninth and tenth are 'The Person Who Describes His Life Through Characters,' and 'The Man Who Saves Nikolai Viktorovich' The former of these two places the entire installation within the realm of a radical insecurity, about authorship and origin, while the latter hypothesizes the viewer as the only potential saviour referred to in the title. The installation hovers between the knowledge of entrapment and a fantasy of redemption, finding ways of ensuring that the audience is complicit with that ambiguating process. 1988 was an eventful year, with Kabakov exhibiting in New York, in Bern at the Kunstverein ('The Rope') and at the 'Aperto' show as part of the Venice Biennale ('Before Supper').
In 1989, he was particularly active in Paris, at the Galerie de France ('Where Are Those Little Men') and at the Centre Georges Pompidou ('The Man Who Flew Into Space'). In July of 1989, he relocated to the DAAD-Galerie in Berlin to take up a one-year stipend, in time to witness the fall of the Berlin Wall in November; this was an experience that was to feed directly into his installation in Berlin entitled 'Two Memories of Fear' (1990). It was during this period also that he erected a second Exhibition at RFFA in New York ('He Went Crazy, Undressed and Ran Away Naked'). 1989 was pivotal in another respect: it was the year when Kabakov began working with his future wife, Emilia (they were to be married in 1992). From this point onwards, all their work was collaborative, in different proportions according to the specific project involved. With commissions such as 'The Children's Hospital' (1998-9) and 'The Palace of Porjects' (1998), their cooperation was a full partnership.
With other installations, Emilia acted variously as translator, organizer, assistant and initiator of formative ideas. Kabakov had already merged his own creativity with that of various fictional surrofates, now he took the decisive step of entering a genuinely interactive relationship. In 1991, the Kabakovs first exhibited 'The Red Wagon', at the Stadlische Kunsthalle, Dusseldorf it has since been moved to a permanent installation at the Museum of Wiesbaden. This project combines elements of three distinct phases and styles of art: the historic avant-garde, Soviet socialist realism, and the conceptualism of unofficial art in the 1970s and 1980s. It also features an extensive use of music, specifically, the socialist songs of the interwar period, which always envelope the audience in a particularly mesmerizing fashion. 'The Red Wagon' is one of the most successfully evocative treatments of the cultural history of twentieth century Russia, which it quite precisely encapsulates, as Kabakov himself has recognized: 'I exported, in essence, a cube of Soviet air'. It both registers and argues for the intimate relationship between an aesthetics and its historical moment. The Red Wagon' was followed by an even more rapid succession of installations, including 'The Bridge' (Museum of Modern Art, New York, 1992), 'The Life of Flies' (Kunsthalle, Koln,1992) and 'The Toilet' (Documenta IX, Kassel, 1992). This last project had a phenomenal impact on the international audience exposed to it. Situated in a yard at the rear of the Museum Fridericianum in Kassel, Kabakov's installation consisted of a small white-washed building that looked exactly like a simply constructed public toilet. Almost windowless, turned in on itself, available to any member of the public, but designed to offer a temporary privacy of a highly personal nature, the purpose of this amenity-and of its very public sort of privacy was effectively turned inside out for the visitor who stepped over its threshold. The interior was fitted out not with water closets and basins, but with the conventional furnishings of a small Russian apartment. At a glance, domestic privacy was shattered by the exercise of public access, putting the viewer momentarily in the position of uninvited intruder, of the potential house-breaker who might even urinate over the furniture. The confusing of the categories of public and private space was further complicated by an awareness of the reproducibility of the basic two-room housing unit across Russia and other countries in Eastern Europe, of the extent to which the concept of 'home' may be standardized, deprivatised, rendered anonymous.
After Kassel, the Kabakovs moved directly to New York, to set up their third show for Ronald Feldman, 'Incident at the Museum, or Water Music'. This project was ostensibly a collaboration between Kabakov and one Stepan Koshelev, although Koshelev, like Rosenthal, is one of Kabakov's inventions. As the title suggests, it was also partly a collaboration with an artist in another medium; Kabakov with composers twice in 1992, once with Vladimir Tarasov in the composition of 'Water Music', and once with Alfred Schnittke, whose Opera 'Life with an Idiot' featured costumes and stage design by Kabakov for its premiere with the Koninklijke Nederlandse Opera. Ilya Kabakov: Critical Biography - Page 9 by Rob Menghan
Kabakov rounded off the year delivering a series of lectures on the concept of the total installation at Stadel School of Art in Frankfurt am Main. He had been awarded the Arthur Kopcke Award in Copenhagen in 1992, as well as the Ludwig Prize in Aachen; in 1993 he was to receive the Honorary Diploma of the Biennale di Venezia, after the installation 'The Red Pavilion' at the Biennale, the Max Beckmann Prize from the city of Frankfurt am Main, and the Joseph Beuys Prize from the Joseph Beuys Foundation in Basel. Further honours would include nomination as Chevalier de l'ordre des Arts et des Lettres after the installation of 'We Are Living Here' at the Centre Georges Pompidou, in 1995, the Kaiserring der Stadt Goslar in 1998, an honorary doctorate at the University of Bern in 2000, and, not least, American citizenship in 2000. Since the beginning of the 1990s, the number of commissions the Kabakovs have accepted has grown almost exponentially.
In 1993 there were four major installations, 'We Live Here' (Centre Georges Pompidou), 'The Boat of My Life' (Salzburger Kunstverein), 'School No.6' (Cinnati Foundation, Marfa) and 'The Big Archive' (Stedelijk Museum, Amsterdam). 'We Live Here' functions as an extraordianry parable of the Brezhnev era, when Soviet culture appeared to stagnate, its model of history winding down. The installation grouped together a number of huts designed to accommodate construction workers contracted to build the ideal city, but construction had evidently long since ceased, and the temporary shelters had acquired a depressingly permanent character. 'The Boat of My Life' and 'School No.6' are in some ways the most elegiac and personal works in the oeuvre, particularly in respect of the literary tact with which their texts have been composed. The 'boat' is a large wooden structure whose cargo consists of crates of memorabilia, the symbolic framework for its acts of recall being the journey of Charon's ferry-boat, in which there is only one passenger. 'School No. 6' is a permanent installation in a suite of semi-derelict buildings, the paraphernalia of a deserted school evoking not only the relics of a lost era, but also reflections, often literal reflections, of the viewer's own history: 'The glass in the showcases is placed at an angle so the viewer is seeing not only what is inside, but also his own face looking into the depth of the lost past.' 'The Big Archive' is perhaps the first instance of the extremely large, cellular installations, part retrospective, part remodelling of existing concepts, that the Kabakovs have organized over the last eight years or so; these would culminate in the monumental 'Palace of Projects' (The Roundhouse, London, 1998) and '50 Installations' (Kunstmuseum, Bern, 2000).
In between these summations of the artistic research that has been consolidated over four decades, there has been a regular stream of smaller (not always that much smaller) exhibitions, including: 'Monument to the Lost Glove' (Musee d'Art Contemporain, Lyon, 1996); 'Treatment with Memories' (Whitney Museum of American Art, New York, 1997); '16 Small Installations' (Museum van Hedendaagse Kunst, Antwerp, 1998); 'The Children's Hospital'(Irish Museum of Modern Art, Dublin, 1998-9); 'The Old Bridge' (Hannoversch-Munden, 1998) and 'The Fountain' (Middelburg, 2000). It is perhaps the 'Palace of Projects' which most effectively compresses together the themes, methods and histories of the Kabakovs' extraordinary itinerary through an unfolding series of ideas about the community of art. The Palace shell, built with lightweight woods and plastics, resembled externally other spiraliform structures such as the Tower of Babel and Tatlin's Monument. These emblems of ambition were alluded to in order to ironise the relations of communal and individual, and to question the grounds of cultural unity and disunity. The very title 'Palace of Projects' recalls Soviet usage in reference to institutions such as the Palaces of Culture, designed to relocate power and authority in the culture of the people, or rather to produce the illusion of the people's control over their own history and way of life. Inside the monumental shell, the Kabakovs' installation was composed of a sequence of small rooms, each housing one or more of the total of 65 projects intended to either 'make yourself better' or 'make this world better'. The overwhelming majority of plans stemmed from, and sought to alleviate the conditions of, single lives lived out in extremely cramped quarters. The idea of the palace was made to collide with the claustrophobic habitus of the Moscow apartment block.The stereotype emerging from the viewer's comparison between projects was that of a life lived entirely within doors. A number of projects even sought to make a virtue of confinement by devising means of withdrawal further within the space of the room, identifying recesses, corners, and closets to inhabit or to concentrate on. The palace itself was conceived of as an indoors installation, as a container that should itself be contained 'inside an enormous exhibition hall.' Although a certain number of the projects envisaged life within the family, or some element of communality, a high proportion took for granted a life of solitude. Contact with others outside the apartment would be minimal, including the proverbial lowering of a basket containing money in exchange for food (Project 8). Time and again, the specifications for individual projects would stress the advantage of being able to realize the project's aims 'without leaving the confines of your room'. The counterpointing of private and public spheres took the form more often that not of counterpointing domestic interiors with a scale of operations that was nothing less than global, the latter including plans for the equal distribution of energy across the entire planet, proposals for the resurrection of the dead (of all those who have ever lived) and schemes for the development of a common language that would unite humanity 'with the environment from which we have been torn away'. This oscillating between the individual and the universal left no room-literally no space-for the elaboration of the social. The most important principle of organization across the whole range of projects was verticality. Doors in the ceiling and free-standing ladders typified the desire for upward movement that was a common response to the spatial restrictions of Soviet domestic life. Project 16 envisaged the use of a ladder 1,200 metres high, in a hyperbolical expression of resistance to the reality whereby the space above a Russian apartment was likely to be occupied by another apartment of exactly the same dimensions, and beyond that another, and another, and so on. Project 24 represented a compromise with the reality principle in its siting of paradise just below the ceiling, the paradisial inhering in a collection of objects of devotion placed on a narrow shelf running round the tops of the walls: a down-to-earth paradise, approachable only by ladder. A popular substitute for the ladder was a pair of wings, ideally angel's wings, stored symbolically 'under lock and key in a special soft case in a mirrored Ilya Kabakov: Critical Biography - Page 11 by Rob Menghan closet'- flight and restraint, held together in a perpetual tension. This fantasy of angelic flight came at the tailend of a 1980s preoccupation with transcendence, demonstrated most powerfully in the Wim Wenders film 'Wings of Desire', where the all-seeing, all- knowing eyes and ears of surveillance were transfigured into a benign watchfulness. Kabakov's dreams of winged flight were correlated ultimately with a much more Russiansolution to the problem of dealing imaginatively with architectural forms of discipline. A surprising variety of the projects were captivated by the experience of the cosmonaut; he became an object of contemplation only ever referred to indirectly, but this obliquity of reference allowed the development of an astonishing equation between domestic space and outer space, confined space and infinite space. The cosmonaut's rocket shipspecifically, his capsule-represents the ultimate in restriction: a situation of extreme claustrophobia which is paradoxically the condition of an unparalleled scope of movement. And the cosmonaut is also a rare source of national pride, an heroic figure who functions as the means of glamorising the very principle of enclosure. The imaginative necessity of verticality, of upward movement, was incorporated into the basic design of Kabakov's 'Palace', which required the visitor to progress gradually up and around the spiral structure.
It is this dynamic which one can imagine in respect of the evolution of Kabakov's work until now; it has consisted of a suite of projects always in the process of returning to its own first principles and inflecting them with a sense of new historical directions to follow; both realistic and fabulous, powerfully obligated and irrepressible.

SOURCES
Ilya Kabakov, Ten Characters (Ronald Feldman Fine Art, New York, 1988)
The Fly With Wings (Kunstverein, Hannover, 1991)
The Man Who Flew Into His Picture (ICA, Philadelphia, 1991)
The Bridge (Museum of Modern Art, New York, 1991)
Life of Flies (Cantz, Bonn, 1992)
The Boat of My Life (Salzburger Kunstverein, 1993)
School No.6 (Cinnati Foundation, Marfa, 1993)
We Live Here (Centre Georges Pompidou, 1993)
The Communal Kitchen (La Fondation Dina Vierny, Musee Maillol, Paris, 1994)
On the 'Total' Installation (Cantz, Bonn, 1995)
The Palace of Projects (Artangel, London, 1998)
The Red Wagon (Verlag fur Moderne Kunst, Nurnberg, 1999)
50 Installations (Kunstmuseum, Bern, 2000)
The Text as the Basis of Visual Expression (Oktagon, 2000).
Rod Mengham 'Inner Visions: Kabakov, Bourgeois, Whiteread', in tate (Issue 23, Winter 2000).
Amei Wallach. Ilya Kabakov: The Man Who Never Threw Anything Away (Harry N. Adams, New York, 1996).

A Universal System for Depicting Everything

A Dialogue between Ilya Kabakov and Boris Groys

I.K. Without any foreword my album "A Universal System for Depicting Everything" plunges into an exploration of some sort of fantastic system, namely, a system for a view from the fourth dimension. It is an elaboration, in several sketches, of how our reality, the different qualities of our reality, can be seen from this dimension. For the viewer, of course, what is being discussed is not at all comprehensible, nor is it clear who is the one proposing such a system, or who has seen it. The very flow of speech-emotional, not entirely logical, gasping-indicates that a rather strange subject is under discussion. The topic is not some abstract theory purely expressed in comprehensible scientific language. Under discussion, perhaps, is a strange kind of delirium that the viewer must elucidate over the course of the entire album, understand, even though many of the fragments are not entirely comprehensible. The question arises immediately: to whom does this delirium belong, who is the author of this album, what should be the attitude toward the one who drew this, or do we have here some sort of figure of estrangement.

B.G. In general this theme of the fourth dimension is very characteristic for the art of the avant-garde. The entire Russian avant-garde has been interpreted by many scholars as art of the fourth dimension. Works of Russian mystics of the beginning of the century-Gurdjieff, Blavatskaya, Uspensky-who wrote about the fourth dimension were used in these interpretations. There was a vast mystical tradition at the beginning of the century that in part has now been forgotten. Yet many people have interpreted Malevich, and Russian constructivism as a whole, as an art of the fourth dimension. But even given that, it seems to me that if you compare this interpretation to what can be seen in your album, then the artist-the author of this album-is demonstrating not some sort of new vision that was revealed to him in the fourth dimension as opposed to what he saw in the three dimensions in which we live. It seems to me that if you are talking about a universal system for describing everything, then that system might be a fourth dimension, and it might be a fifth dimension, and it might even be a twelfth dimension. And it seems to me that this impulse towards "describing everything" leads de facto to some sort of a miniaturized view. He who wished to understand everything is immediately lost in the details. This is my overall impression. The perspective recedes into the details. The more you strive to encompass everything, the more you are in fact dealing with tiny details, in the process losing "everything" from view, and losing whatever perspective you may have had. The greater the striving for an all-encompassing view, the greater the detail, the loss of the general.

I.K. I would like to return again to the initial question I posed, mostly for myself. And herein rests in part the goal of our dialogue. It seems to me that you have to separate the author who created this album from the outside glance that observes him from the periphery, as it were from the fourth dimension. You are right to speak about the fact that all previous attempts to examine the fourth dimension were attempts to see what is going on in the fourth dimension. The whole idea of this character consists, on the contrary, in his attempt to see our three-dimensional world from the fourth dimension, to see what we ourselves look like from there. What there is in the fourth dimension, and what it looks like, this person doesn't know, he doesn't see any of that. His task is to exit into the fourth dimension in order to see our world from there. The rationale for his project lies, in all probability, in the fact that as he surveys the world he feels nothing but an enormous void. Our world, despite the fact that it is solid, appears to him to be absolutely tattered and not in any way reducible to a unified system. The systems of the Renaissance where perspectives of dimensions were established do not satisfy this person because his problem lies in the fact that, for example, I see you now but I don't see the you that existed yesterday or what will happen to you tomorrow. The problem, it would seem, is absurd from the point of view of normative human logic. But from the point of view of this character there is an extreme deficiency in our vision. He proposes that there is a certain point of view that will remove this enormous deficiency of our localized eyesight. Let's say I see before me a tape recorder, but I don't know what happens to this tape recorder and this table if they are seen them from another point of view.

B.G. If we ask what is the name of the personage you are talking about, I think the answer to the question is not hard to find, it is "God". Divine vision is distinguished from human vision by the fact that it sees all moments in time simultaneously. It is not by coincidence that the fourth dimension is the temporal (space is three dimensions, the fourth is time). The problem posed by your album is the problem of divine consciousness or divine contemplation. You ask after the specific problems God encounters as he contemplates the world, viewing all moments in time simultaneously. The fact that God experiences these problems is widely known from theological literature. For example, he encounters significant problems saving souls or resurrecting a dead person. When God resurrects a person, the question arises at what moment should the dead person be resurrected. If the dead person is resurrected at the moment of death, the result will be an ugly, disintegrating corpse; if a little bit earlier, than the person is also old and ugly; if in youth, he is not the one that he is at a later time, etc. In other words, the theological question about the resurrection is entirely in sync with the logic of your album. Divine consciousness, as a result of the fact that it is located outside of time, sees all moments of time simultaneously. At the same time, it encounters specific difficulties that we as humans do not experience. The point being that any resort to the fourth dimension would probably result in more difficulties rather than relief. God has too many possibilities for choice, he faces too many details, too large a spectrum of potentialities, to a point where one has the impression that he cannot handle them all. It seems to me that your album is a description of the specific difficulties God faces as he contemplates reality. These difficulties do not arise for us since we see the world only as a cross-section, and hence as a whole. For us the problem of discerning all the details, or the correlation between these details and the whole, simply does not arise. God, on the other hand, does not see a cross-section. He sees all the moments in their sequence and winds up facing the necessity of a virtually impossible choice between various temporal stages. God thus finds himself inside a logical paradox from which we are saved by our mortality and by the limitations of our perspective. It seems to me that the internal mechanism of your album is the paradoxical nature of divine consciousness.

I.K. All of that is perhaps so. Yet I am bothered by one small, insignificant number, the number four, which has been associated with such a universal and all-encompassing concept as God. We could exist in a one- dimensional or a two-dimensional world. Yet we have chosen a third variant, the three-dimensional world. Why not assume, then, that dimensionality is infinite, that there is a fifth, sixth, seventh dimension. Why not assume that there are certain beings, angels for example, who see our world from a fifth dimension? I am talking about measurability as an entirely new calculation of the world.

B.G. I can tell you where I see the problem. Whether the measure we take is a fourth, a fifth, or a twentieth measure doesn't really matter. The question is whether any of these dimensions are temporal. The point being that we can easily imagine to exist in the twelfth or in the twentieth dimension, but being mortal means that our existence is in any event finite. The hero of your album is immortal. He is immortal because he can outlive time. I call this "divine consciousness" because only God can move across any number of dimensions. The question is whether time is really a coordinate, a.k.a., something that has the potential of preempting all subsequent moments? The real rupture occurs when we talk about a consciousness that is capable of encompassing all the individual moments of time not in their succession but as a single dimension. Such a consciousness that can see all moments of time simultaneously is what I call "divine consciousness". Divine consciousness is central in that it determines the relative difference between the human and the divine, between the mortal and the immortal, between the partial and the total. Therefore especially the artists of the Russian avant-garde (Khlebnikov who called himself the king of time; Malevich who sought to escape from the boundaries of time) strove to possess this divine vision. The artists of the 1960's and 1970's were also eager to acquire for themselves this divine vision. What I liked most of all in your album is the fact that it contains a sophisticated critique of this position. This critique does not simply consist of hinting at the impossibility of achieving such divine consciousness. The album rather sets up an experiment, a proposition or thesis according to which we assume that an artists actually has achieved divine consciousness. The question is: what next? As it turns out, the artist simply finds himself confronted with a new set of problems. His artistic vision begins to disintegrate into a heap of alternative details. Not only does he not acquire a view of everything, he completely loses whatever purview he might have had before acquiring divine consciousness. Now the artist only sees fragments and details that he cannot correlate with each other. That is to say that the problems implicit in divine vision turn out to be even bigger and even more difficult to resolve than the problems of ordinary human vision. It seems to me that this analysis suggests a more witty, more pessimistic and more radical critical perspective than the ordinary one that contends that even an artist is only human and therefore he cannot become God.

I.K. As you know, ancient maps created at a time when the Earth had not yet been recognized as round represent the most fantastic combinations of continents. Certain continents appear overly large, while others appear shrunk. Certain areas were left white because they were as yet unexplored while others were, on the contrary, littered with innumerable details. From the point of view of today's globe and today's topographical maps, all this looks naive and ridiculous. But from the point of view of the topography of that time, these maps seem entirely reasonable. The artist in my album also uses the device of "another topography". He proposes a systematic map in which each single point is connected to all the other points.

B.G. But this topographical system consists of signs that are either too general or too particular. That is to say that the symbols used on the map are either too highly detailed or too generalized. In this way, the middle zone gets lost, the very zone where the illusion of identification is created. There are maps that are too detailed, making it impossible for us to find our bearings in them. And then there are maps that are too general, which means that once again they are of no use to us. The map you mention is just such a map; it is impossible to use it.

I.K. I like your idea that we see the world either too generally or in excessive detail, with no middle ground in between. Looking at my album is like looking at a heavily crumpled shirt whose many protuberances are nothing but bubbles filled with emptiness. But then this is just how the album's author thinks. One of the central ironic or reflective moments of the album is that, as you have pointed out, the map cannot be used. Even if we could enter the fourth dimension and see our world from that dimension, we still would not know what to do with your discovery. Incidentally, this is also what happened with many scientific discoveries-some of them brilliant, some not-where nobody has any idea what to do with them.

B.G. There exists a "reality zone" in which we exist and which is characterized by the fact that we look at it with the naked eye. But there also exists an "armed" eye equipped with a telescope or a microscope. Through the telescope we can see different galaxies, we can describe what is going on there, but that does not mean that we can actually explore these places. Then there are the elementary particles, such as protons or neutrons. If I had an appropriately equipped eye I would see not "you" but instead a composite of very quickly rotating electrons, protons, and other particles. But this would not add anything to our conversation because this vision would remain dead "knowledge". It seems to me that the artist who drew your album has a "naked" eye. That is to say, even though he looks from the fourth dimension, he isn't looking through a telescope or a microscope. The problem raised by the album, then, is the following question: What happens if we look with a "naked" eye at something that demands an "armed" eye?

I.K. The "armed" eye looks at things that do not have any relationship to us. We are ourselves immersed in the banality of everyday reality. The author of the album decided to look literally at everything that we see around us. He doesn't see anything new, in fact he sees nothing except for apples, a tramcar, a house. He sees exactly the same things that we see. The author is not after other worlds, flying surfaces, or a new reality. He is just as banal as any of us. He wanted to see a frying pan that is sitting on the table and then depict it. The point is that he believes that we see this frying pan incorrectly. Our world as we see it doesn't satisfy him. He is inspired by the idea of finding the correct point of view for everything that exists. The theme of the album is the pathos of correctness. He sees this correctness in the fact that, having combined different time frames, he sees the frying pan, finally, from the correct position. There are moral positions, religious positions, and there is the position of everyday affairs. This person has the ambition to see correctly.

B.G. In and of itself vision is not the same thing as what can be seen. When you try to show vision, this leads to a paradox. The demand for a new vision, a new sight, a new, altered view of things is the demand of any religious movement, any avant?garde. But this demand clashes with the necessity to show vision itself. In the very place where the demand to show vision arises it disintegrates because it is impossible to show vision. This impossibility is inscribed in your album. The author sees that he cannot show what he sees.

I.K. Yes, but he still uses the device, a device that Malevich used in his squares and that Kandinsky used in his colored spots. By sheer willpower, in some sort of blindness, the author discovers a two-dimensional topographical map onto which he projects a fourth dimension. At the moment of transition from a system of a higher order to a system of a lower order, inevitable deformations and inevitable losses occur that distort communication. Each artist has his own topographical system. The author of the album argues that three?dimensional vision translated into two-dimensional representation has become outdated. On a two-dimensional surface, the author of my album depicts visions that he has acquired in the fourth dimension. Today we still use the maps and topography used by Leonardo da Vinci. His standards for translating three-dimensional space into a two?dimensional painting have been canonized.

B.G. I think that the word dimension takes us astray because it creates the illusion of some sort of knowledge that can be conveyed to an other person. You can convey knowledge, but you cannot convey vision. At that very moment when you depict it for the viewer, when you illustrate it, you are already oriented toward the banal sight of the viewer.

I.K. I look through his eyes.

B.G. You look through his eyes. That's why the problem rests with the fact that it is impossible to learn vision, it is impossible to convey vision, and it is impossible to encode it. All invocations to a new vision represent merely invocations. The viewer sees the products of your new vision with his old vision. The internal dynamics of your album are dictated by the tension that exists between the claim to a new vision on the part of the artist, and the demonstration of the old vision that he de facto uses, that he has to use since in it is founded the practice of drawing.

I.K. There exists a form of intuition that allows people sufficiently close in consciousness to "see" the murky experience that another person is trying to signal, no matter how strange and vague these signals look from the point of view of a normal consciousness.

B.G. I think this is so, although I would formulate it differently. I would say that the less a person is capable of such new visions, the more easily he can perceive them. There are such concepts as the inexpressible and the inarticulable.

I.K. In art we do not in fact hear the inexpressible that a specific author or poet tries to reproduce for us. This stimulates and provokes the element of the unknown that is contained in each of us, the inexpressible that none of us can formulate. But given an encounter with such a formulation from another person, that vague resonance that we find in ourselves is awakened.

B.G. It is often argued, incorrectly, that the artists of the avantgarde depicted the concealed, the inexpressible, or that which is not accessible to direct sight, meaning that they saw some sort of hidden reality and depicted it in the very same sense in which we see the reality that is given to us. It seems to me that what the avant-garde accomplished is something of an entirely different order. They did not so much unveil something that was hidden as they depicted the undepictable as undepictable. Just as the artists of the 19th century depicted a tree or a cow, the artists of the avant?garde learned to depict the undepictable. Malevich did this, Mondrian did this. When we see their works we understand that "this is the undepictable", just as in a Realist painting we may understand that "this is a cow" These works can be understood only if you do not ask what the undepictable actually depicts. The same is true for your hero and the fourth dimension in general. The fourth dimension is that very thing that is inexpressible and undepictable. The author of your album has depicted it, but that doesn't mean that he saw something that other people did not see.

I.K. The matter is obviously somewhat murky but nonetheless the translation of the unknown, the "infection" of a person by the unknown element in another person occurs according to a specific combination of topographical maps or forms. There is apparently in us a combination of rhythms, a system of interrelationships between different elements, an instinct for what is concealed. This is why there is a specific set of combinations in the formal structure that the author proposes to us in his album.

B.G. I agree with you, but it still seems to me that although this criterion exists, this criterion is not of a positive but rather of a negative nature. That is, it is not that the viewer recognizes the presence of the concealed through some sort of strong feeling. I think that something else occurs. I think that he does not recognize the ordinary.

I.K. Correct.

B.G. The majority of artists, no matter how hard they tried, could not eliminate familiar connections and combinations between things. In their works the viewer can always recognize some sort of familiar form, which means that he loses the sense for the inexpressible. Artists like Malevich and Kandinsky possessed unbelievable willpower and an extraordinary ability to avoid any combinations that might be familiar. Compare for example Malevich's compositions with Lisitsky's. The latter are all recognizable as constructions, something that is never the case with Malevich. The same can be said for the author of your album, he also has that feeling of the unknown.