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Like the ghost of Othello hovering overhead, a dazzling chandelier of jet-black, hand-blown glass fills the rotunda of the United States pavilion for Fred Wilson's installation, Speak of Me as I Am, at the 50th Venice Biennale (which opened to the public on June 15 and continues through November 2). The titlea quote from Shakespeare's play about the troubled Moorplays on the dual history of Africans and other dark-skinned folks in Venice, prominently depicted in fiction and works of art, yet barely recognized in official accounts and abhorred by contemporary politicians.
Wilson is not the first African American to represent the United States at Venice; Robert Colescott crossed that color barrier in 1997. Nor could he possibly be the first gay artist in the U.S. pavilion since it opened in 1895, though it's unclear who would claim that position. But Wilson, 49, is the first to take on Veniceits rich and complex history, its politics and its artcreating an installation culled from paintings and decorative objects found in the city itself. Weeks before the exhibition opened, in an interview in New York, Wilson seemed most concerned about fabrication deadlines, hoping that the glassblowers in Murano, costume makers at the Fabric Workshop in Philadelphia, and technicians at Eyebeam in New York would all finish in time for the installation. But infiltrating the conversation was a greater fearone that Wilson could not shake even by concentrating on more immediate concerns: What did it mean to represent the U.S. and how would the rest of the world receive his work at this point in history?
"It's one thing if you are doing an exhibition somewhere in Europe," says Wilson, a recipient of the 1999 MacArthur "genius" award, whose career has become increasingly international since he began showing at Metro Pictures in 1991. "It's another whole thing if you are doing an exhibition where the pavilion says right across the outside 'The United States of America.' " For Venice, Wilson created a mini-museum in one of the pavilion's four rooms with works by Tiepolo and others loaned by local Old Master dealers, and mannequins depicting figures from more famous paintings in the Academe, all featuring black characters from the 14th through the 16th centuries. Arias from Verdi's Otello drift in from an adjoining room, where four monitors play footage of staged performances of the opera. Wilson is intrigued by the predominance of black fictional characters that have filtered into European art, due primarily to the cosmopolitan culture of Venice in this period. Yet, like Othelloperhaps the most famous black character in Western literature, but too often played by white performers in blackfacethe darker-skinned residents of this region are still treated as intruders, a specious stereotype that re-emerged in the recent Italian elections.
Wilson hopes that his work will not be read so narrowly, since there are plenty of American politicians equally at fault for harping on fear of dark-skinned others. "This is a year when Americans are not much in the position of being critical of anybody," he says, explaining that as an artist who specializes in site-specific interventions, he felt compelled to address the history of the site in which he was working. In fact, the artist, accompanied by curator Kathy Goncharov, went to Italy in 2001, on a grant from the Peter Norton Family Foundation, to work on a proposal for a Venice-based project, never thinking that it would result in a commission for the Venice Biennale. Goncharov, curator of Public Art at M.I.T. List Visual Arts Center, submitted Wilson's name last spring to the Fund for U.S. Artists at International Festivals and Exhibitions, a public-private partnership of the U.S. Department of State, the National Endowment for the Arts, the Rockefeller Foundation, and the Pew Charitable Trusts. They were informed that they had been chosenWilson as U.S. representative and Goncharov as U.S. commissionerin October, leaving barely nine months to prepare for the prestigious exhibition.
Wilson, a thoughtful and self-effacing artist with a boyish smile and an incongruous crown of gray curls, seems almost bashful about being in the spotlight. He is far more comfortable talking about his research than his biography. Born in the Bronx in 1954, Wilson moved with his family to Westchester in pursuit of, as he puts it, "the American dream." His father, an African American civil engineer, and his mother, a schoolteacher whom Wilson has described as "Anglo-Amerindian," were not welcomed into the wealthy suburb as a multiracial couple; neighbors put up a "Niggers Go Back to Africa" sign on the front lawn as the house, designed by the artist's father, was being built. "I was the only black child in the school, in the neighborhood, but I had a huge backyard where I played by myself, which is, I think, why I am an artist today." After his parents divorced, Wilson moved back to the Bronx with his mother, where he felt equally displaced as a wimpy kid, sorting out his sexual identity while frequenting art museums. Music & Art high school, and later SUNY-Purchase, proved havens for Wilson; though he was still the only black student in school, he was treated as just another "other" among all the many self-appointed "others."