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Mori never reaches you, but her messengers dodozens of violet feathers, shining orbs, and miniature bodhisattvas drift past youand you are happy. When I saw Nirvana in Venice two years ago, the wafting feathers were synchronized with perfumed whiffs of sweet anise. Potential lawsuits and allergies forbid the smell-o-vision element in Brooklyn, but it doesn't really matter.
This vision of Mori's is one of the more astounding illusions to come along in contemporary art in a long time, and also one of the most expensive. It is the world's, or at least the art world's, first 3-D videotape, and it cost a reported $1 million to produce. It may be New Agey, but Nirvana is the hands-down high point of Mori's 15-work, five-year survey (virtually her whole career) at the Brooklyn Museum of Art. After this, everything else here feels old-fashioned.
Mori has moved fast. She started showing in New York in 1995, at American Fine Arts, and has already had solo museum exhibitions in Los Angeles, London, and Chicago (where this one originated). Born in 1967, she lives in New York and Tokyo. She worked as a fashion model and went to fashion school in Japan, then art school here and in London. There, I'm told, she asked instructors why there were no sewing machines in the sculpture department. Good question.
Two of the first Moris to be seen in New York are included here. Big, flashy color photographs, both star the artist. Play With Me (1994) features Mori dressed as a cyber-teenybopper in silver and black superheroine armor. She stands outside a video arcade like some replicant valley girl from another dimension, or maybe just a cute little fashion student. In Tea Ceremony III (1995) Mori, standing in the Tokyo financial district and dressed as a demure hostess (only with pointy silver ears), offers tea to passing Japanese businessmen. It's strange and humorous, but it's also a little familiar.
So the art world thought it knew how to handle Mori: she was a latter-day Cindy Sherman, dressing up and going out, and these early images were like the "Film Stills" filtered through a different culture, a different generation, and a sillier, more self-deprecating sensibility. Mori got slotted as a kind of ironist/identity artistand that was that. But Mori must have sensed that her work was growing thin and predictable, so she made an unexpected and circuitous move.
Empty Dream (1995) and Birth of a Star (1995) capture Mori in aesthetic metamorphosis: she's leaving the confines of the Sherman-esque but hasn't yet arrived in the fields of the grand hyperrealalthough Empty Dream, at 9 x 24 feet, is a pretty staggering sight. In it, Mori digitally inserts herself four times into a photograph of Ocean Domethe largest indoor theme park in the world, including an artificial beach, waves and all. Posing among happy Japanese bathers, Mori is costumed as a coy mermaid. The picture is big and ditsy, but it doesn't add up to much, and it's still rooted in some half-baked gender/appropriation strategy. But its size and its seamlessness point to the vividness and eye-popping thereness of her subsequent work. Similarly, in the semilenticular, sort of 3-D Birth of a Star, we see Mori dressed as a futuristic/nostalgic Judy Jetson space chick. Here, Mori's art is too connected to its visual sources: Japanimation, comix, blow-up dolls, and fashion spreads.
In effect, Mori's art got religion with Nirvana. From here on out, for better or for worse, the foundation of her art is spectacle and artifice; its psychic building blocks are glamour, mysticism, and sheer optical extravagance. So many people help to produce her photographs and videos that, for now, there is no one Mori, but Team Mori. At the end of Nirvana, for example, more than 40 credits roll up the screen, including ones for 3-D computer graphics, landscape camera work, musicians, choreography, costume design, jewelry production, hair, and makeup. If this is Cindy Sherman, it's by way of MTV, Hollywood, Madison Avenue, and Zen Buddhism.
For all their wowy-zowie presence, Mori's pictures feel slightly canned. Look at Burning Desire (199698), a 20-foot whopper. Here, multiple Moris appear as deities sitting in rings of fire and flanking another Mori in a beatific lotus position, hovering over the Gobi Desert. The thing is, it looks a bit like an old Jimi Hendrix album cover. Mirror of Water (199698), poised somewhere between fashion and science fiction, pictures a translucent space capsule and another flock of Moris in a watery cave. Kumano (1998), meanwhile, depicts Mori in a glowing kimono, posing as some kind of enchanted princess in an almost Kiefer-esque primordial forest, where archaic Japanese calligraphy coats the trees. A mesmerizing videotape accompanies this colossal photograph and shows Mori gliding through that misty wood, doing some kind of tai chi dance, walking on water, and performing a supernatural space-age tea ceremony.