From Nineteen eighty-four to 2001:
an annotated farce for two attenuated voices (and chorus)

Chaitanya Sambrani

 
Text published in Zones of silence, edited by the
Rijksakademie van beeldende kunsten, Amsterdam, 2001 .



Scene One: before the new museum

To sound desultory notes about what the world is coming to is passé: after all, haven’t the great artists and writers of the last century done such a splendid job? Thanks to them, profound dystopia is hardly a stranger to the history of creativity in our times. But this business about futures full of tyranny has gone a bit too far. Why can’t we say something optimistic about the way we are headed? After all, globalization in the arts is leading us to a community across nations where cultural difference is celebrated, where there is mutual respect for the creative conditions of others.

Chorus: Celebrate plurality! Welcome to a new world! No tyranny of progress, no anxiety of influence! Let there be no more monologues! Welcome polyphony!

But what of consciousness doubly bound? How shall we celebrate when we have yet to mourn and reconcile? What becomes of those who have learned to look at themselves through the eyes of others, whose scale of value has been set by their conquerors? (1)

Chorus: Down with fascism! Down with imperialism! Down with neo-imperialism! Forward the rights of the majority silent for so long! Too long! Down with invaders, conquerors, destroyers of our cultural purity! Onward! We shall be great again, as we once were!

Yes, yes, but not so hasty. We must first establish sound principles that ensure mutual respect. Let me take on the task of moderator for our new community. From now all peoples will be equal. (Aside: some more so, some more so). Let us all meet, and let there be more space for expression of voices hitherto unheard. Let there be greater interaction, dialogue and understanding. These and these alone can be the foundations of a new age where none can speak down to others! Let me organise these meetings, and invite the best amongst us to speak. The most authentic representative of every culture shall be there. All will be represented, none excluded!

Chorus: Hooray! Long live participatory culture!

Seriously, don’t you think you’re moving a bit too fast? Have you thought of what this means? You say that there needs to be equal access to all, but access on whose terms, through whose language? I ask again: what becomes of those who have learned to speak through tongues appropriated as their own? Which of their voices will you call authentic? Does this new system recognise that it may be dangerous to play with essences such as authenticity? Aren’t we going back to the same model where the powerful muster what they consider the most representative of their various domains for display at one location?

Of course not! How could you even suggest that! We are very aware that diversity has to be respected, that authenticity may mean different things at different places. Let’s start with yourself: why don’t you speak about your specific circumstances rather than seeking to air generalised discontentment?

Chorus: Stop making trouble! Start appreciating the glories of your own culture! None of this subversive stuff, we warn you! Tell them about how great our traditions are! Had it not been for these invaders, we would have been the greatest nation in the world!

But I don’t want to speak of my own culture in isolation, because my own culture was not born of isolation. It was born of contact, of mingling and exchange. I don’t want to be an "authentic" anything. This insistence on authenticity in your system reeks of purism, where there is no space for fertile hybrids that claim a varied parentage. I think this whole issue of the authentic can imprison us in categories that we have ourselves created.

How then do you propose to meet at all, if everyone insists on being intransigent over fanciful principles? No, this will not do! We all must meet on a common platform where participants represent the most significant reality of their contexts. Through reading this representation the rest of the world will understand that context a little better. We will have a new beginning with a new museum for all. One for each part of the world which has been marginalised until now. One for Asia, one for Africa, one for Latin America, one for the Pacific.

Chorus: Yes, absolutely! Let us install here the best examples of art that reflect the glory of our ancient culture! Let contemporary practitioners learn from the wonders created by our forefathers, and emulate their ideals faithfully! Then we will be true to our heritage! None of this internationalist stuff! It clogs up genuine creativity! It is nothing but an aping of "their" advancement! There is no genuine creativity to be found in it!

All right, let’s give it a go. I am still uncertain about these ideas. They make me uncomfortable. But I am willing to try your plan out before I argue any more.


Scene two: in the new museum

See? All your doubts should be dispelled. Look at these wonderful displays of art from various parts of the globe. Not only are they excellent examples of creativity, they also introduce us to essential features of cultural and political activity in their part of the world. Where else but in our new museum will you find such diversity brought together under one roof? Where else will you hear the voices of those for whom there is no place in the mainstream? Here you can see the most interesting work from across Asia. There stand specimens from Africa, and over there, from the Pacific. Truly, we can now see everything, know everything, record everything, study everything!

Chorus: But at look what you’ve done! This is horrific! These works are not the finest instances of contemporary art from our country at all! These images and objects are a mere mockery of our heritage! These artists are playing with the sentiments of the people in the name of art! This will not do! The true voice of our culture shall not be silenced! We shall not stand aside while some so-called artists and their foreign benefactors make vicarious statements about our great nation! (2)

I don’t know about this. It seems I cannot agree with either of you. It is good to have spaces where we can see work from diverse locations, but aren’t we making the mistake of considering these instances to be reflections of reality in their home contexts? I had thought we had gone beyond the theory of reflection in art history. And what of work that refuses to play the part of illustration for a reality assumed or otherwise? I fear that will be permanently excluded from this arena. Aren’t we on the verge of forming a new system of convenient pigeonholes in which to locate this work? And I fear the implications of your newfound omniscience. I believe it is dangerous for any agency to take on the role of monitoring and legitimising. It is just a short step from here to controlling culture. Look at what is happening with economic relations in this new world. Among nations and within nations, things are getting harder for those who are not part of the elite. As for mockery, I contest your right to police art production in the name of heritage or peoples’ sentiments. If we give in to these pressures, we will be faced with an ever-shrinking space for cultural practice, for articulating responses to our situations and to each other. Let us not forget the critical and creative contributions of heretics and the outcasts.

How ignorant and ungrateful you are! How little you appreciate what we are doing for the cause of a multicultural world community. Why can’t you just take your place in the new order and enjoy the enrichment it brings? Don’t you understand that embracing this multicultural world community will bring unprecedented benefits to you? We have studied the situation carefully before coming to this conclusion. Be at peace! Let go your distrust and paranoia. If you want to be part of our community and enjoy its benefits, you will have to sit back and participate according to the principles we have devised.

Chorus: And how dare you defend heresy and travesty! Here we smash heresy! Down with immorality and promiscuity in the name of freedom! Uphold the purity of our civilization! Onward our lofty spiritual ideals! Smash the work of our enemies! This work besmirches our beliefs! Pull it down! Tear it up! Burn it down!

This new world order brings enrichment only to those who conform to its rules. Those rules are unjust. You speak of respect for difference, and yet, it is impossible to remain different. There is constant pressure to integrate with the world economy, to become part of a world culture with its undemocratic norms. Artists dare not lag behind their counterparts in developed economies, for they will then be seen as copyists. Yet, supposedly enlightened audiences expect the work to carry identifiable markers of a "home" culture. The new museum has allocated places for all. Yet, these places have to be filled in the manner of ethnographic display in a reborn exposition universelle. An insistence on uniformity in one arena of production is accompanied by a premium on cultural specificity in another. This system feeds the insecurities of those who want to police culture and censor what is not perceived as authentic.

I will not be party to atrocity in the name of national glory.

I don’t want to be an authentic specimen of exotica in your new museum.

I assert my right not to be museumized, for the criteria of this museumization are false.

Globalization does not mean a world without boundaries. It replaces present boundaries with others more powerful, more insidious. Borders can and do stand for violations of the soul of humanity.

I refuse to be either "here" or "there". Human beings are not trees, someone once said. Rootlessness may yet be valuable. We are what we are because of border crossings; we are richer for creative transgression.

Like an inmate in the mental asylum in Manto’s story, I must seek my end in the interregnum, in discontinuity, in refusal to be accommodated into the prison of categories.
(3)

Chaitanya Sambrani (1970) studied Economics and Art Criticism at the Maharaja Sayajireo University, Baroda, India. He has taught art history and theory at the K. Raheja Institute for Architecture University of Mumbsi) and the Canberra School of Art (Australian National University). His work on 20th century Indian art has appeared in books, journais and cataloques in India, Australia and Singapore. He is currently completing his PhD thesis at the Australian National University, Canberra.

(1)
I borrow the idea of consciousness doubly bound from W. E. B. Du Bios: "It is a peculiar sensation, this double consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity." From The Souls of Black Folk, edited with an introduction by David W. Blight and Robert Gooding-Williams, Boston: Bedford Books, 1997, p. 38.


(2)
Reference is made here to the rising wave of intolerance and religious fundamentalism that characterises the polity in India and other places. The last few years in India have seen action both by mobs and by state agencies to curb artistic expression that is perceived somehow as insulting to national pride and heritage, which is articulated as belonging to the Hindu majority. Witness in particular the hate campaigns and vandalism directed against the artist M. F. Husain and the filmmaker Deepa Mehta. More recently, the National Gallery of Modern Art, New Delhi, refused to display a painting by Surendran Nair claiming that it was an insult to national symbols.


(3)
Reference is made to Saadat Hasan Manto, "Toba Tek Singh," from Mottled Dawn: Fifty Sketches and Stories of Partition, translated from the Urdu by Khalid Hasan, Penguin Books India, 1997, p. 10. Toba Tek Singh, the name of a village in the Punjab and that of a mental asylum inmate in the story, refuses to choose sides in the partition of the subcontinent, preferring to come to an end in between the fences that separate one territory from the other: "There, behind barbed wire, on one side, lay India and behind more barbed wire, on the other side, lay Pakistan. In between, on a bit of earth which had no name, lay Toba Tek Singh."
See also, Rustam Bharucha, "Beyond The Box: Problematising the ‘New Asian Museum’ ", Third Text 52, Summer 2000. p. 18: "[Even] if we suspend the problematic of ‘Asia’ in the ‘new Asian museum’ by accentuating its ‘newness’, then what makes it ‘new’? Simply the addition of a new body of work from Asian countries that can compete with ‘the best in the West’ – is this ‘new Asia’ not another exoticisation of the contemporary?"