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Hirschhorn has included hundreds of astonishingly gory color images, gleaned from the Internet and specialty magazines, of mainly Arabs in Iraq and Afghanistan who have been blown to bits, bodies utterly destroyed"bodies," as Hirschhorn has hauntingly put it, "in abstraction." You see riven flesh, severed limbs, decapitated heads. It's like a mass crucifixion, a Massacre of the Innocents, or Hirschhorn's version of Guernica in which disfigured, tortured bodies and woeful death agonies abound. These pictures repulse, mesmerize, and anesthetize simultaneously; Hirschhorn steers art to shores beyond pornography. At the show I've heard people ask, "How can we look at images like this, let alone in an art gallery?" Hirschhorn's answers seem to be: "How can we not?" and "America is the only country in the world not looking at these images."
The exhibition is titled "Superficial Engagement," "because," Hirschhorn writes, "to go deep I must take the surface seriously," although an alternative interpretation is that Americans are only superficially engaged psychologically in the carnage pictured. Overall, it is a jungle or junkyard crossed with a supermarket; a homemade temple of the martyrs and Goya's Disasters of War. Its roots are in punk graphics, surrealism, Joseph Beuys, Kurt Schwitters, Edward Kienholz, and Warhol's razzmatazz. Formally, Hirschhorn relies on bright lights, amplification, proliferation, and multiplication. His individual objects aren't anything special; he's not a sculptor per se but more of an assemblager. "Superficial" is comprised of four large makeshift platforms. Viewers move between them along narrow corridors; everything is in your face. In addition to the gruesome images, each platform has a number of repeating elements, including quasi-primitive wooden effigies with thousands of nails driven into them, mannequins covered in nails à la acupuncture needles or the pinheads in Clive Barker's Hellraiser, along with facsimiles of the works of the visionary Swiss healer-painter Emma Kunz.
Hirschhorn combines three worldviews: primitive religion, modernist utopianism, and state-of-the-art militarism, displayed within four architectural archetypesthe mosque, the morgue, the museum, and the monument. The entire exhibition transforms into a contemporary Merzbau. The bodies are often paired with a Kunz abstraction, as if Hirschhorn wants the painting to heal them. Indeed, he's written that "Superficial Engagement" is "an attempt to heal war and violence through art." This kind of magical thinking is apparent in the nails meant to ward off evil but which are also more contemporary tools of the suicide bomber.
Hirschhorn, 48, is a no-nonsense character who talks about "moral responsibility," "justice," and "art's power to change reality." He's desperately earnest and doesn't shy from pronouncements like "I don't make political art, I make art politically," "I fight hierarchy and demagogy," "Nothing is impossible with art," "Energy yes; Quality no," "I am an artist, a worker, and a soldier." He scorns political correctness as "a sophisticated American invention to dissuade small-minded and fearful European artists from addressing the real questions in art." All this connects him to true believers of the modernist faith: people like Mondrian, who called for the "abolition of every hierarchy," Malevich, who talked about "the beauty of speed" and "the zero of form," Naum Gabo, who asserted "the active is beautiful; quality is garbage," and Robert Smithson, who wrote, "The rat of politics always gnaws at the cheese of art." These artists wanted to ignite a cosmic revolution. Hirschhorn is unequivocal but he doesn't want to burn the house down. Rather, he wants to unleash the explosive power of art, remove boundaries, create a constellation of meanings, conjure the continuum of culture, and let you see that the fires that are burning now have been burning a long time.
Hirschhorn says he uses cheap materials because "people understand them." This feels false: People understand polished aluminum as readily as cardboard. Nevertheless, Hirschhorn's mania for accessibility ties him in enticing ways to the builders of medieval cathedrals who wanted the façades of their churches to be sculptural books that spelled out the Bible's meaning in a visual language everyone could understand.
At his best, Hirschhorn grasps a critical paradox: All art is abstract, yet all art is also concrete. Just as a Vermeer is more than only beautiful and can affect the spirit, Hirschhorn offers a mental space or force field where things keep moving and we can consider the human condition. He's trying to restore the nonsequential energy of history and tell unofficial stories. You may not leave "Superficial Engagement" thinking anything you hadn't thought already; however, you might think it in a wholly new way.