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Mohsen Makhmalbaf’s Day

 

‘Growing up in Iran, Mohsen Makhmalbaf was not allowed to go to the cinema because his grandmother believed that those who did would end up in hell. Over 20 films and 120 international awards later, he has become the leading voice of didactic cinema in Iran. His latest feature film The President recently screened at the 58th BFI London Film Festival.

‘Imprisoned by the State at the age of 17, Makhmalbaf was freed, five years later, in the wake of the 1979 Islamic Revolution. Most of Makhmalbaf’s fellow detainees were tortured and, when released, became the very epitome of the dictatorial figureheads they had once strived to depose. Makhmalbaf sought an answer to this proliferation of the Realpolitik and hoped to share his understanding with others.

‘When he finally went to the cinema after being freed by the Revolution, the experience had a life-changing effect on him. He discovered the ‘power of cinema’ as if he were a ‘blind person’ given the ability to see and immediately understood its value as a tool to change the cyclical violence fundamentally entrenched in culture from within.

‘The idea for The President came around eight years ago when Makhmalbaf was at the Palace of Amanullah Khan in Afghanistan, standing at the edge of a hilltop that looks out over Kabul. He pondered over the concept of a dictator, commanding the city’s lights be turned on and off just to entertain his grandson.

‘While the film’s script was initially due to be set in Afghanistan, Makhmalbaf was unable to pin down a producer at the time. But three years later, the harrowing consequences of the Arab Spring compelled him to revisit the script. “I cried a lot for the Syrian people,” he says. “Look at the last three years and how many people have been killed by the exact same concept and tragedy that you will see in The President,” he adds.

‘The outcome of his train of thought was The President, a film that follows the lives of a dictator and his grandson, who are on the run after the downfall of his totalitarian regime. It seeks to “explain the tragedies of dictatorship and revolution,” as Makhmalbaf explains, creating an impact not only as a reflection of the prevailing events in the Middle East, but also as a study of human nature.

‘There have been significant consequences to the Makhmalbaf family for documenting taboo aspects of society and the perils are all too apparent in the resulting violence and fear thereof that follows Makhmalbaf and his wife and children. The family works as a sort of mini-studio under the banner ‘Makhmalbaf Film House’, as they continue to challenge the status quo. While they now live in France, the family cannot go back home to Iran and Makhmalbaf fears that no country is safe from Iran’s reach and their active pursuit to have them killed.

‘He alleges that the Iranian government has made several attempts on both his and his family’s lives. This includes detonating a bomb on his elder daughter Samira’s set while she was shooting Two Legged Horse (2007) in Afghanistan, which resulted in one person being killed and 20 others being injured. Despite these threats, he remains devoted to the cause and is even prepared to die for it. “If hundreds and thousands of people have been killed by dictatorships, why should we be silent and do nothing? It is our responsibility,” he maintains.

‘As a direct consequence of Makhmalbaf’s documentary Afghan Alphabet (2002), an Iranian law prohibiting Afghan child refugees from attending school was repealed. As a result, 500,000 Afghan children on the Afghan-Iran border were enrolled into the Iranian education system. “Afghan Alphabet proved that cinema can lead to great social upheavals and had I been born to make just this one film, it would have been worth it.”

‘Describing his style as ‘poetic realism’ and his films “between fiction and documentary, reality, poem and philosophy,” Makhmalbaf refuses to be restricted by conventions. Although he has previously made films comprising elements of fiction and documentary styles of storytelling, his most recent efforts lean towards documentary-like features, including his previous feature film controversially shot in Israel, The Gardener (2012).

The President, however, is set in a fictional country with an ambiguous ending and is his most fictional and also, arguably, most commercial film to date. An advocate of peace and the idea that borders and labels increase violence, Makhmalbaf has a humanistic approach towards society.

‘“We are first human beings, then we are men or women, then we are Iranian or British, and then we are Muslims or Christians. The cinema is [like] religion… it is the religion of human beings. Who put borders between us except politics, religion and economy? We should kill these borders and not human beings,” he comments.

‘He may be yet to disclose the concept for his next film (he has about 30 complete scripts to choose from), but one thing we can be sure of is that it will most certainly have something to say about the world and perhaps, even change it. Lauded for his eclectic, innovative style of filmmaking, he continues to push the envelope both in terms of his work’s aesthetics and socio-political relevance. Makhmalbaf really is as he describes himself: “A man standing on planet Earth, with [his] hand [touching] the sky.”’ — Aleyha Ahmed

 

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Further

Makhmalbaf Family Official Website
Mohsen Makhmalbaf @ IMDb
‘On Mohsen Makhmalbaf’, by Jonathan Rosenbaum
‘There’s a little Shah in all of us’
MM interviewed @ BOMB
‘Limbs of No Body: The World’s Indifference to the Afghan Tragedy’
‘Mohsen Makhmalbaf: Tehran tried to kill me’
The Mohsen Makhmalbaf Movie Script Page!
‘Open Letter to Filmmaker Mohsin Makhmalbaf’
‘Mohsen Makhmalbaf’s Visit to Israel Angers Critics Back Home’
Podcast: ‘LISTEN TO DIRECTOR MOHSEN MAKHMALBAF DISCUSS THE PRESIDENT’
‘Salaam Cinema: On Mohsen Makhmalbaf’
‘Limbs of no body: World’s indifference to the Afghan tragedy’, by Mohsin Makhmalbaf
‘Makhmalbaf: Secrets of Khamenei’s life’
‘Films have to have magic’
‘Censorship kills cinema, says filmmaker Makhmalbaf’

 

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Extras


Mohsen Makhmalbaf Interview


Mohsen Makhmalbaf receives the Robert Bresson Award at Venice Film Festival 2015


Mohsen Makhmalbaf interview with BBC Persian


Mohsen Makhmalbaf masterclass – 2015

 

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Interview

 

Q. Your daughter Hana, who is also a filmmaker (she made the 2007 movie Buddha Collapsed out of Shame), has said: “My ideas are in my film. The interpretations are for others to make.” Do you subscribe to this?
A. When I shot Gabbeh, which was about tribes who weave carpets, I made cinema like a poet reciting about nature. But when they kill people in front of you, you cannot limit yourself to doing poetry. I would prefer to rescue a person about to be drowned with my best image before letting them die. There are two types of filmmakers: those who want to show the world their cinema and those who want to change the world with their cinema.

Q. To make that cinema you had to leave Iran six years ago.
A. I’ve lived in France, Afghanistan, India and, now, in Tajikistan. The important thing isn’t the place. What you constantly have to ask yourself is where you are most useful. If I had exiled myself in Europe or in the United States, the same governments would have thrown me out because of the diplomatic relations they maintain with Iran.

Q. Cannes has paid tribute to jailed Iranian directors Jafar Panahi and Mohammad Rasoulof. Do you know their situation?
A. I have experienced their conditions so harshly that I had to leave my country. Cinema is divided in Iran. On the one hand, the directors who live there cannot shoot films because they would end up in jail. On the other, the exiled ones are those the government threatens with death. [President Mahmoud] Ahmadinejad is terrified of this second group because he knows its international media impact.

Q. How do you work under this threat?
A. Three years ago, in the middle of a shoot in Afghanistan, a bomb exploded and killed several members of my crew. On my last visit to France, the police alerted me that I had to leave the country because of a bomb threat. The Iranian government has suffered at the hands of the artists and it wants revenge. My daughter Hana was going to present her film Green Days at a Lebanon festival that coincided with a visit by Ahmadinejad. Her film wasn’t screened on the order of both countries. The paradox that Hana expressed in interviews after the banning of film was the false bravery of Ahmadinejad. He’s afraid of the film, but he feels proud about traveling to other countries to denounce Israel.

Q. How does a cinema family live together?
A. I have a very involved relationship with my three children and my wife. I am a father, husband, and, at one time, film teacher to Hana and Samira [his eldest daughter and the director of films such as The Apple (1998), Blackboards (2000) and At Five in the Afternoon (2003)]. Now I have also become their companion in work and in exile. We all fight together to get through day by day.

Q. Are you continuing with your film school, the Makhmalbaf Film House?
A. No. Since I left Iran I haven’t yet gone back to giving classes. I only sporadically give the odd film workshop in some countries. What I do do is maintain email contact with a few young directors from Iran and other places such as Tajikistan.

Q. What is the current outlook for Iranian cinema?
A. It has provoked a change in society because, via media coverage made in neighboring countries, it has helped raise awareness about Iran’s problems. Maybe our films do not provoke the same reception as Hollywood films the first time, but in the long run they find a loyal public.

Q. Out of the films of yours, if you had to select one you want people to see the most, which would it be and why?
A. If you are a young filmmaker, I can suggest that you watch Salaam Cinema (1995), or A Moment of Innocence (1996). If you are a sociologist, I suggest you watch The President (2015). If you are a reader of novels and poems, I suggest Gabbeh (1996). It depends on who you are, and in which mood you are.

Q. If you were making The Cyclist today, would you have changed anything about it?
A. I can’t change my past, because if I change my past, it would be something else. It is not the correction of something; it is recreating something. For example, in that moment for The Cyclist I remember my childhood story: I saw a man who was riding a bicycle from Pakistan. I remember that story, and I added different layers on that to tell the story of Afghan society.

It was difficult, because how could you have close-up of a man who’s riding a bicycle? So I had the challenge of technique. I tried to show society through one story as well; I wanted to make a film for the public. In Iran we had three million Afghan refugees, [and] Iranian people’s attitudes were so aggressive with them. That’s why I made this film: To bring people to the
cinema, to make them more kind towards those refugee people.

Q. So you wouldn’t change anything; it’s just a matter of the story itself.
A. You know I have rules for myself. I say, films should be entertaining, to bring audiences to the cinema. I don’t like boring films. They are a waste of time. But films should have a message, and they have to have magic. When I say entertainment, I don’t mean the Hollywood and Bollywood style. I mean an attractive film. So I made The Cyclist like this. But if you look for example to A Moment of Innocence, it’s another style. The concept is different.

Q. Speaking of the messages in your films, in The Gardener you talk about how technology these days can be destructive. Do you still feel the same way?
A. You know I don’t reject technology. I put questions on quantity, and the way that we use it. For example, we have a lot of cars. But we don’t have places to go. 40 years ago we hadn’t this amount of cars, we had more places to go. Even in one country you had different styles of cities. Nowadays, I have visited maybe 60 to 70 countries – all of them are the same! There is no diversity. We are made poor by this technology.

Before, doors were paintings as well. Art and industry were together. We also had enough jobs for everyone. Now we have created machines, and we cannot compete with our machines. I reject this style of using technology. I’m not a flat-minded person to say we don’t need any. But we need tools in control of human beings, not tools that can control human beings.

 

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16 of Mohsin Makhmalbaf’s 34 films

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Here Children Do Not Play Together (2024)
Here Children Do Not Play Together eschews the “poetry” that has typified Makhmalbaf’s style in the last two decades. In voiceover he says the footage constitutes “research” he carried out in Jerusalem regarding the Palestinian-Israeli question, which, to him means, Why don’t they get along, especially since the Hamas attack on Oct. 7, 2023? He interviews several people, mainly a voluble Afro-Palestinian “alternative tour guide” who was once jailed by the Israelis for planting a bomb, and a younger Israeli man who is trying to bridge the considerable gap of understanding between the two sides, though in exactly what capacity it’s difficult to determine. The movie is thoughtful and tasteful in the Makhmalbaf style, but not nearly as informed as his work on Afghanistan. He concludes that when children of different cultures grow up together (i.e., go to the same schools), they rarely hold grudges, regardless of what baggage their respective cultures carry; which is hardly a novel theory.’ — philipbrasor.com


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Marghe and Her Mother (2019)
’22-year-old Claudia is a single mother who lives with Marghe, her sixyear-old precocious daughter. When Claudia is kicked out of her house for failing to pay the rent, she leaves Marghe to an old woman next door.’ — Letterboxd


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The President (2014)
‘In an imaginary country in the Caucasus, a President is on the run with his five-year-old grandson following a coup d’état. The two travel across the lands that the President once governed. Now, disguised as a street musician to avoid being recognized, the former dictator comes into contact with his people, and gets to know them from a different point of view. The President and his family rule their land with an iron fist, enjoying lives of luxury and leisure at the expense of their population’s misery. When a coup d’état overthrows his brutal rule and the rest of his family flees the country by plane, The President is suddenly left to care for his young grandson and forced to escape. Now the country’s most wanted fugitive with a bounty on his head, The President begins a perilous journey with the boy, criss-crossing the country to reach the sea where a ship waits to bring them to safety. Posing as street musicians and traveling together with the people who suffered for years under the dictatorship, the fallen President and the innocent child will be exposed first hand to the hardships that inspired unanimous hatred for the regime.’ — collaged


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Ongoing Smile (2013)
‘At the age of 74, many people retire or go and spend the rest of their life in a retirement home. But Kim Dong-Ho has made the decision to live like a young and energetic man until the end of his life. He gets up early around 4 am every morning and does his exercise for an hour. Then he checks the news and replies to emails. After that, he takes the bus to work. He currently works at a university for film and media, which he founded two years ago. Kim is the man who established the largest Asian Film Festival when he was almost 60 years old. Now that he is 74, he has decided to make his first film. Every month, during his lunch and dinner he holds 60 different meetings. Most of these meetings are held to something new, while some of them are catching up with his old friends. Kim still keeps in touch with his friends, since he did his military service fifty-five years ago. He tries to gather them once a month.’ — Festival of Tolerance


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The Gardener (2012)
‘It’s a common trait of modern Iranian cinema to blur the line between fiction and documentary. Abbas Kiarostami’s Close-Up (which features Mohsen) might be the most famous example in the west, but plenty of Iranian movies play this game, notably Mohsen’s A Moment of Innocence, his daughter Samira’s The Apple, and Jafar Panahi’s The Mirror and This Is Not a Film. The Gardener may be less explicit in its interrogation of cinematic reality, but it still raises worthwhile questions about the relationship between camera and subject—namely, is the camera ever separable from the cameraman’s bias? Mohsen and Maysam both record footage on their own digital cameras, and a third, unseen videographer records them. Is it possible to detect differences in perspective, even when all three cameras are shooting the same thing?’ — Ben Sachs


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Scream Of The Ants (2006)
Scream of the Ants, whose title refers to the unheard protests of people in a godless world, lapses inexcusably into talking-head aesthetics, with various characters spouting different strains of Makhmalbaf’s own frustrated and contradictory world-critiques… but then, just as the picture precipitously lost its footing after the first act, it recovers its visual potency, at the very least, in an extended finale along the shores of the Ganges: filled with bathers, bobbing with corpses, strewn with blossoms, lapping against the concrete banks where even the wealthiest of the deceased are burned by their families for want of a proper gravesite. Again, the strange and bitter world yields itself up to Makhmalbaf’s camera without his necessarily intervening or shaping our impressions at the level of his most rigorous artistry. And yet, these moments of mysterious and discomfiting realism make Scream of the Ants an urgent record of a denied world (and not an emblem of that very denial, like The Darjeeling Limited is, for all its cosmetic wonders). In its visual austerity, its withering speeches, its unusual tolerance for nudity and verbal vulgarity, and even in its aesthetic self-sabotage, Scream of the Ants maps a Godardian arc from artistic wit and sophistication into dogmatic ideology and ascetic self-loathing, directed if not against the director himself than at least against his medium and against his world. Whether this breakdown is ameliorated or extended by the riverside coda is up to each viewer to decide, just as the question remains open as to whether Makhmalbaf has really made a movie here or else just crudely illustrated an Op/Ed that’s been thundering inside his head.’ — Nick’s Flicks Picks


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Sex & Philosophy (2005)
‘In the midst of a mid-life crisis Jan, a 40 year old dancing teacher, decides to instigate a revolution against himself. His first act is to summon each of his four lovers, who are unaware of each other, to join him at the dance studio where we assume he is a tutor. His revelations to the women prompt a discourse about love and the fleeting nature of happiness. But when he comes to the fourth and final woman, he finds that his own philosophy of love is not as easy to apply as he had presumed. He realizes that the more the contemporary world has become sexually oriented the farther it has moved away from love.’ — LBDVD


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The Afghan Alphabet (2002)
‘In the border villages between Iran and Afghanistan, director Mohsen Makhmalbaf films the children who do not attend school and questions why they are not being educated. He encounters a group of girls studying in UNICEF classes: one of them refuses to cast off her burqa despite the fact that she has escaped Afghanistan and the threat of the Taliban. She is more afraid of the horrifying god they have created than of the Taliban themselves.’ — bfi


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Kandahar (2001)
‘With humanitarian rather than political aims, Mohsen Makhmalbaf’s Kandahar (2001) was intended to focus on the plight of women in Afghanistan under a brutal oppressive regime and on the pervasive misery caused by civil strife and war between the Soviets and the US-backed Mujehadeen. Beyond its acute relevance to contemporary viewers, aesthetically Kandahar transcends the plight of individuals, and, like Gabbeh, Makhmalbaf’s magical tale of carpet weavers, works poetically: it achieves a wrenching emotional impact mostly by surreal images that evoke the permanent results of violence, such as mutilation, rather than through violence itself. One unforgettable image consists of parachutes dangling artificial limbs high above a group of men on crutches down below, running in a three-legged race to retrieve them.’ — Liza Bear, BOMB


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The Silence (1998)
The Silence (Sokhout), a startlingly fresh and elegant work, is about a ten-year-old boy, Khorshid, who is blind. Khorshid’s father, in Russia, has abandoned him and his mother, who in order to sustain their existence fishes in the river on which the rural dwelling that includes their threadbare apartment is situated. This woman has no other choice but to rely on Khorshid’s meager income for rent. It is not enough, however, and in a few days’ time they will be evicted by the landlord, a greedy, powerful presence whom we never see except for, once, as a hand knocking at the door. A strange, elliptical film of haunting, limpid visual beauty, The Silence ends with two events: the eviction, as the mother, who is calling for her son, and her one great possession, a wall mirror, symbolic for art and inspiration, that is, humanity’s spirit, are rowed across the river, the mirror’s reflection in the water symbolically linking human spirituality and Nature; and the boy, as usual off on his own, passing forever into a life of the imagination in which he is able to orchestrate sounds in his environment—to which his blindness has made him acutely sensitive and receptive—into a finished piece, one in fact familiar to us as the opening movement of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. Only a fool could miss the social and political implications of such a film, and the government, not at all fooled in this regard, responded brusquely. The Silence was banned in Iran.’ — Dennis Grunes


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Gabbeh (1996)
‘Astonishingly beautiful and profoundly poetic, Mohsen Makhmalbaf’s Gabbeh is quite possibly the most eye-poppingly gorgeous film ever made. This sumptuous allegorical tale focuses on an almost extinct nomadic tribe of South Eastern Iran who are famed for their intricately designed Persian “Gabbeh” carpets. As the film opens, an elderly couple are bringing their rug (their gabbeh) to a small creek lagoon to wash it. Gabbehs are thick hand-woven wool rugs that contain geometric colour fields and images from nature or history. Suddenly, a young woman depicted on the carpet miraculously comes to life and relates a story of forbidden love. A richly textured weaving of costumes, landscapes, rituals, beliefs, ethnography and traditional storytelling that casts a seductive spell.’ — Watershed


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Salaam Cinema (1995)
‘In this direct exercise in meta-fiction that reconfigures documentary and fiction, Mohsen Makhmalbaf advertises a casting call for his new film about the centenary of cinema. He prepared 1,000 application forms but 5,000 people turned up, resulting in a riot. What follows is a series of casting interviews with a few dozen willing actors, which Makhmalbaf decides will be the film itself. With the systematic nature of the administration of the casting call, and the dominant and oppressive guise that Makhmalbaf takes on, the interviews play out much like an interrogation, a vigorous analysis of Iranian society and its desires through the voices of its people. As the power-relations between director and actors spin like a pendulum through their pointed conversations, and the act of truth and lying becomes more uncertain, a certain authenticity and intensity of cinema emerges evidently before our eyes.’ — SIFF


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The Actor (1993)
The Actor is a 1993 Iranian film directed by Mohsen Makhmalbaf. The film features Akbar Abdi as Akbar, Fatemeh Motamed-Aria as his wife, Simin, and Mahaya Petrosian as the gypsy girl. The film is a combination of fiction and reality since the leading character has the same name and occupation as the actor who portrays the role, while the details and events are fictional.’ — Wiki


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The Nights of Zayandeh-rood (1991)
‘A few years before the revolution: A man, whom is a university professor in Sociology, has an accident while crossing the street with his wife. The passerby’s pass near them inattentively and therefore the man’s wife dies. When the professor recovers and returns home he throws all the papers related to his research on Sociology out of the window over the people’s heads because of the anger he has towards the inattention of people and promises himself not to work for them anymore… During the revolution: A few years later, when the revolution in Iran is at its height, the professor witnesses the crowds’ uprise from the same window. Some people are wounded and the others get killed to save the wounded. The people are no longer inattention… A few years after the revolution: The professor is sitting at home. He hears an accident sound and looks out from the window. A young biker whom has had an accident with a vehicle is dying and people are passing him inattention…’ — MUBI


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The Peddler (1989)
The Peddler (1987), a film that brought Makhmalbaf international attention, was the first turning point in a career full of twists and turns. In this moving three-episode film about a society caught in a web of moral and social decline, as well as in several subsequent films, Mahkmalbaf began to seriously question the values he had dearly espoused in his earlier films.’ — Iran Chamber Society


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Boycott (1985)
Boycott is a 1985 Iranian film directed by Mohsen Makhmalbaf, set in pre-revolutionary Iran. The film tells the story of a young man named Valeh (Majid Majidi) who is sentenced to death for his communist tendencies. It is widely believed that the film is based on Makhmalbaf’s own experiences. Ardalan Shoja Kaveh starred in the film.’ — collaged


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p.s. RIP Alexander Kluge ** Carsten, Belated very happy birthday! And luck on the potential new pad. Yes, the Benning is ‘Eight Bridges’. I will report back, but I’ve seen all but a small handful of his films and always love them to one degree or another, so I assume that will follow suit. ** Jack Skelley, No Paris, more’s the pity, but gotcha. I guess Eshleman wasn’t the biggest prima donna to read at Beyond Baroque when I was there, but he was high among them for sure. I think John Giorno might take that crown. Maybe. Weekend of amaze. ** Bill, I saw O’Rourke was touring. He seemed to be doing a duo thing with someone I didn’t know? ** _Black_Acrylic, Stark rules. Having only gone through the relative hell of renting apartments, I can’t even imagine. ** Steve, Feel better whatever that requires. Here there are a lot of sniffling people here but I think mostly spring onset allergies. I’m going to start figuring out the reading today. I think I may just have to tell them to give the crowd a trigger warning. No, my birth certificate is with the government now. Hopefully the last thing is that I have to do a physical exam. We’ll see. ** Tosh Berman, She does! Wow, you knew Eshleman that long? I loved doing the programming at BB, but I sure don’t miss the hostile local diva poets. Eshleman was particularly such a snob. All power to the magazine he edited, but there’s a reason why no one talks about his poetry anymore. Anyway, yeah, the good old days. ** Barkley, Hi, Barkley! Great to see you. I seem to be perfectly fine. Mm, all I remember about that interview was that I did it on a book tour, and I think it was in Boston? But the actual circumstances, no. Weird about the FBI knowledge of Little Caesar, but I suppose not a huge surprise. The 4chan far right contingent were freaking out about my blog for a hot minute a few years ago. A zine, cool. How will it be configured? Mm, I can’t think of a very favorite Italian horror. For some reason I never have favorite horror movies in general. I should force a hierarchy. I like Fulci, obviously. All the luck possible and that you need with the surgery. I sure hope it’s shallow and easy. Take care! ** Steeqhen, Mental therapy takes time, yeah, unfortunately. When I was in therapy it took a good year or more before I started sorting myself out to the degree I wanted. I guess imagine it felt no pain because it sounds the rest would be just an imaginative leap. ** fish, Hi! College does go out of its way to make students feel like it’s make or break future decision time, but you know there’s no deadline. What are your most exciting prospective life through-lines, if you have any? I do think that surrounding yourself with artists is the way to go whatever you end up concentrating on, yes. ** HaRpEr //, She’s so great. I just cannot bear Villeneuve’s movies. I think they’re empty, pseudo-moody, hugely budgeted exercises in atmosphere. For me the ‘Blade Runner’ is the absolute worst one. The ‘Dune’ movies are like an endless, IMAX-shaped exhalation of sepia-tinted fake fog or something. ‘Nightshift’ is wonderful! I saw it at the film festival where ‘RT’ premiered. Jon Jost cinematography. I liked it a whole lot. I’m glad it getting around. ** Uday, What a week. And yet you managed to toss a thesis and build a new one amidst all of that. My week was relatively quite chill but productive in useful ways. Nothing hugely out of the ordinary. ** Okay. Maybe you would like to think about the films of Mohsen Makhmalbaf for a day? See you tomorrow.

Galerie Denis Cooper presents … Frances Stark

 

‘While you could say that language is Frances Stark’s primary medium, Frances herself is Stark’s primary subject matter. Taken individually, most of her works are self-portraits of some kind; put together, they fan out into full-blown autobio-graphy, featuring not just the central protagonist (in her various roles, professional, intellectual or domestic) but also a supporting cast of favourite authors, friends and collaborators, gallerists and curators, musicians, cats and kids. Invariably riddled with self-doubt and well-articulated anxiety, their cumulative effect is an oscillating image of what it means to be a practising artist (or, for that matter, a woman or person) today.

‘Born in Newport Beach, California, in 1967, Stark studied at San Francisco State University before attending the Art Centre College of Design. She says she had been obsessed with language from an early age so it isn’t surprising to find that many of her influences are literary and that she has published a series of collected writings. She wrote recently: “I am envious of those who can deliver nuggets in tightly wrapped packages. The economy of Emily Dickinson is a huge inspiration.”

‘Stark’s practice – whether it is drawn, written, painted or filmed – is about the laborious process of making art, detailing its frustrations with a wry humour. It is possibly best summed up in the collage Still Life with IBM Cards and Violin (1999), a parody of a Picasso cubist collage, in which she sends up the limitations of being an artist, unable to compete visually with the emotional impact of music. This issue has also led her to use soundtracks from Throbbing Gristle to accompany home videos that are as banal as the rock band is outlandish.

‘A see-sawing between conceptual inquiry into the nature of an art work and its production, and attention to the mass of details that constitute daily life, is at the heart of Stark’s practice and is well demonstrated in the show’s dense, a-chronological hang. Avoiding the easy elegance that a sparse and spacious installation of her largely white, often delicate, mostly paper-based works would offer, the artist has opted instead for the concentrated effect of many works, hung close together. The blank expanses of her earlier works begin, over time, to accommodate more text, imagery and pictorial elements until we reach recent collages such as Foyer Furnishing (2006), in which large Mylar and paper cut-outs form a two-dimensional interior with dresser, mirror and handbag. The role of language modulates from subject matter to means of representation; a favoured effect is to compose words or sentences vertically, stacking carbon-copied typed-out letters while repeating them horizontally, drawing lines from letters to form undulating landscapes or endless horizons while scrambling the viewer’s usual means of deciphering both text and image. Much peering, squinting and head-cocking are required to make out the tiny, faint, dislocated, rotated and repeated words in her works. In every case, however, the textual elements act like a thought bubble, as a cerebral way out of the two-dimensional picture plane.

‘Stark’s well-articulated personal anxiety encompasses George Orwell’s statement that “each life viewed from the inside is a series of small defeats”. In her quiet yet persistent inquiry into the human condition, she delivers, with devastating candour, the poignancy of human failure.’ — collaged

 

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Extras


All of this and nothing: Frances Stark


One Question: Frances Stark


FS: CalArts, School of Art visiting artist lecture (excerpt)


In conversation: Frances Stark, Dave Hullfish Bailey, Jimmy Raskin

 

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Further

Frances Stark Website
Audio: ‘Trapped in the VIP and/or In Mr. Martin’s Inoperable Cadillac’
FS @ Marc Foxx Gallery, LA
FS @ Gavin Brown’s Enterprise, NYC
Frances Stark @ greengrassi, London
‘On Frances Stark’ @ Art in America
‘Structures That Fit My Opening and Other Parts Considered in Relation to Their Whole’
‘Frances Stark’s Best Thing’ @ T Magazine
‘THE LETTER WRITER, FRANCES STARK’
‘Frances Stark: Artist uses her personal life’
Video: ‘Frances Stark in Her Studio’
Buy books by and about Frances Stark

 

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Interview
from Blouin

 

Banal household tasks and high-minded ruminations are twinned in your work. To this end, what did you do today? And also, what are you reading?

Today I avoided the studio, the excuse being that some long-overdue personal paperwork that is overflowing out of my handbag needed attention. I have recently dipped into In Praise of Folly by Erasmus; an old Richard Hamilton catalogue; also On Being Ill, by Virginia Woolf; and an interview with Malcolm McLaren. And I’ve been voraciously reading about all things related to the upcoming US presidential election. It’s an ugly addiction at this point. But I’m eagerly awaiting the arrival of a recent eBay purchase, A Happy Death, by Albert Camus. I am hoping this book that I loved 25 years ago (gasp) will be just the thing to wean me off the politics.

You once wrote about someone who, when he asked Dorothy Parker if he could see her manuscript, was presented with a box containing a pile of unanswered letters and unpaid bills. In the collages that present the detritus of your daily life, how do you decide what goes in and what stays out?

I’ve used mostly studio and art-related promotional printed matter that I receive in the mail. My use of printed matter that comes through my mailbox isn’t interesting because it’s mine, but because there are a lot of other people who receive that same stuff. It ends up being just material, like paint.

You show your work in galleries as well as publish books. Can you talk about how preparing for each is different?

I haven’t published that many books, but I am often shocked at how increasingly intuitive the process is for making work for exhibitions, and that seems to also be the case for the books. Only writing is just very, very different in the sense that I can’t hire an assistant to help me move or glue down some unwieldy scrap.

You’ve quoted Thomas Bernhard’s novel Old Masters, in which the main character, Reger, is chastised for being neither a philosopher nor an author but accused of having “sneaked” into both. What do you think one gains by straddling two disciplines, as you do with art and writing?

Because I am a complete pessimist, it’s hard for me to admit I do gain anything besides anxiety and perpetual self-doubt. At the same time, I am not so naive to acknowledge that without my writing, my artwork might not have an audience, and vice versa. I see my own straddling as very specific to the support structures of the artworld and not nearly as impressive or significant as the kind of cross-discipline straddling (and waffling) that occurs in Bernhard’s characters. But I identify with the process of deferral at play in these characters who are never able to complete that pure text on music, or philosophy, or whatever, and this is not about a kind of interdisciplinary utopia, but psychological despair and human failure. In fact, that Dorothy Parker reference above is a perfect metaphor for my own straddling technique.

 

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Show

Videos

My Best Thing, 2011

My Best Thing is an animated film projection by the American artist Frances Stark. Its narrative is based on a series of online communications between the artist and two Italian male strangers which took place during the run-up to her inclusion in the Venice Biennale in the summer of 2011. Stark met the Italians through internet chat sites, and they communicated with instant messaging and webcams. Stark used the free software Xtranormal to make the animation in which her character and that of the male strangers are presented as crude Playmobil-like ‘Adam’ and ‘Eve’ figures wearing fig-leaf underwear. The figures appear against a bright green monochrome ground and speak with electronic voices. Stark’s words are voiced in a soft American accent, and the two Italians’ in a crude and amusing computerised ‘Italian’ accent. The film was produced in an edition of five plus two artist’s proofs.

‘In the first sequences of the animation, Stark’s character and the first Italian stranger, called Marcello, engage in ‘cam-sex’ but remain distanced from one another on either side of the screen. There are no animated representations of sex-acts, nor of sex-organs, simply graphic dialogue about these acts and body-parts. These virtual sexual encounters are the basis for a relationship and a discussion of several interrelated subjects, most notably Stark’s taste in dancehall music; the meaning and authenticity of virtual relationships initiated through web-sex; the nature of artistic anxiety, creativity and pedagogy; and the increasingly tense political situation in Italy. The animations are punctuated by a pop video by the reggae-dancehall artist Beenie Man, an excerpt from Federico Fellini’s film 8 1/2 of 1963 and by short video documentation of a riot in Greece during the economic crises of early 2011. These clips are sent as attachments and links between Stark and Marcello during the course of their online conversations. The pair begins to discuss collaborating on a film but the plan is interrupted after Marcello is injured by police in a political riot. Stark loses contact with him and begins communicating with a second Italian, the son of an avantgarde filmmaker.

‘The cam-sex between Stark and the second stranger is followed by discussions about the philosophy of Friedrich Nietzsche (1844–1900) and Jacques Rancière (born 1940); reflections on Stark’s communications with Marcello; conversations about the novels and suicide of David Foster Wallace (1962–2008) and Thomas Bernhard (1931–1989); and discussions about Stark’s preparations for the Venice Biennale. Stark decided to use the encounters with Marcello and the second man as the basis for her video, but one of her main concerns was how to make a work based on this narrative that would be able to hold viewers’ attention, with so much other work available to see at the Biennale. Stark’s solution to this problem was to split the animation into eleven episodes: each episode begins with a summary of the previous instalment.’ — The Tate

 

Frances Stark transcribes Gaga’s ‘Telephone’, 2010

 

Bobby Jesus’s Alma Mater b/w Reading the Book of David and/or Paying Attention is Free, 2013

‘Continuing her “brazen pursuit of unlikely alliances,” the work centers on a text projection based on conversations with Bobby, a self-described resident of “planet ’hood” who has become her studio apprentice and friend.’ — Carnegie Museum of Art

 

Nothing is enough, 2012

‘The film Nothing Is Enough by artist and writer Frances Stark consists of documented text fragments from Stark’s online chat with a young Italian man, ranging from contemplative, self-reflective discussions to cybersex. Lacking any visual imagery, the film is set to a moody improvised piano piece played by another man Stark met in virtual reality. In a very personal way, Stark turns virtual conversation and chat room exchanges into art.’ — IDFA

 

Writings

‘Notes Towards the Eroticism of Pedagogy’
‘Always the Same, Always Different’
‘At the Rim of the Fucking Paradigm’
‘A Craft Too Small’
‘I’m taking this opportunity to feel some holes in addition to filling them: On Raymond Pettibon’
‘The Architect & the Housewife’
‘Professional Me’
‘Knowledge Evanescent’
‘Pull Quotable’

 

Drawings, paintings, collage, sculpture

 


from Ian F. Svenonius’s “Censorship Now”, 2017
Gesso, sumi ink, oil and acrylic on canvas

 


Behold Man!, 2013
Inkjet prints, paint

 


Trojan Bin, 2014
Sumi ink on Arches paper with collage, vacuum sealed on aluminum and wood

 


Push, 2006
Collage, latex paint, tape, and graphite pencil on panel

 



Pull After “Push”, 2010
Paint, printed matter, linen tape, and stickers on panel

 


Why should you not be able to assemble yourself and write?, 2008
Rice paper, paper and ink on gessoed canvas on panel

 


Music Stand, 2008
Vinyl paint and paper on gessoed canvas

 


Chorus Line, 2008
Paper collage, graphite on paper

 


After “The Most Beautiful Woman in the World”, 2011
Mixed media on canvas

 


The Inchoate Incarnate: Bespoke Costume for the Artist, 2009
Wearable fabric costume (silk organza), dress form (resin, expandable foam)

 


The Inchoate Incarnate: Summon Me and I’ll Probably Come, 2009
Wearable fabric costume (linen)

 


Bird and Bricks, 2008
Collage on paper

 


Structure That F(its my opening), 2006
Gouache on paper with silk on panel

 


In-box, 2004
Printed matter, Chinese paper and linen tape

 


Understater, 2002
Casein, spray paint, collage and linen tape on canvas board

 


Birds Harmonizing on an Upended Table, 2001
Carbon, casein, and collage on canvas board with nails

 


Om (On Kerouac), 1997
Carbon and watercolor on paper

 


Bees, Birds, 1996
Carbon on vellum, linen tape

 


Untitled (Tropic of Cancer), 1993
Two paperback books with drawing paper and carbon in between each page

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** Carsten, Thanks. Well, it’s our loss actually, but what can you do. We’ll find a way. I smoke at a window. When Yury’s here I smoke at the bedroom window with the door closed. I only smoke in the apartment when he’s away for a few days and I can air it out after. And even then I only smoke inside when I’m Zooming or otherwise stuck in a chair. I don’t mind. Clayton Eshleman … don’t get me started, haha. To say the vibes between him and my writer friends and I, including Ed, were unfriendly is putting it very mildly. He made it well known that he thought we were silly, unserious children and was relentlessly condescending and snobbish to us. I invited him to do readings and events for his magazine at Beyond Baroque, and then he treated my writer gang and I like we were his servants who should have felt honored to be in the presence of The Great Poet. He was an arrogant, entitled asshole. So no love lost there, yeah. ** Jack Skelley, Zingy, nice, I’ll take that. Interesting about that book about Ed. I’m happy to talk with him, of course, so send him my way if you like. Yay about your trip! Efteling! What, no reading in Paris? What’s that about? Not even at After8? Gosh, I hope if you’re coming to Paris, that your dates and mine will align. I’ll be here except for around the 18th to 20th when I’ll be with ‘RT’ in Berlin and then around the 30th for a similar gig in Amsterdam. Love you avalanchely. ** Alice, Hi. I’m good. Happy you like the Ed Smith work and ‘My Life’ too. And of course very good news about the increased work hours and nerves-quelling results. And your new pad. Well, you sound to be doing quite, quite well. How was it conceptualised? Uh, the scene and song choice happened simultaneously. The fit seemed both complicated and a little too on the nose, which we liked. We were just ‘praying’ that Dan/Destroyer would okay us using it for essentially no pay, and he was. So many people here referencing Proust lately, it’s strange. Whatever helps you write your novel is a gift, so very happy to hear that. You have a swell rest of the week too. ** Adem Berbic, Giraffe-themed, huh. Giraffes might be my favorite animal, don’t ask me why. My weekend? I’m meeting up with an interesting French artist named David Douard for an introductory coffee. I’m zooming with an Italian theater maker about a possible collaboration. I’m seeing the new James Benning film at a festival here. I need to start prepping for the Iowa City trip and figuring out what I’m going to read at reading I have to do there which is harder than usual because there are concerns on that end that I don’t get too ‘controversial’. It is Iowa, after all. So like that there. ** _Black_Acrylic, Congrats to your Mum, but where is she going to live anew? I assume she has that sorted already? ** kenley, Hi! I don’t know Truck Violence, but I will, sure as shootin’. 10 bands successfully coordinated, that’s big or seems big. Nice. And nice that hearing Pollard brought me to mind. And ‘Gold Star …’ is a good one. It’s from his days as an elementary school teacher. ** Steeqhen, Obviously high hopes for the appointments today. I feel confident they’ll do something good. But how were they in the real world? ** HaRpEr //, Live snooty voice, very nice. I think the original ‘Blade Runner’ is kind of a great or certainly very influential film. The remake was misery central though. Well, with ‘Cattle’ where the conceptualisation was ‘actors’ speaking lines they didn’t understand, it was a little difficult to rehearse them, for instance, and Zac did most of the heavy lifting there. With ‘PGL’, all the performers spoke some English, so that wasn’t hard, and, by the time we shot the film, I understood the French script pretty completely or well enough to be able to coach them in the nuances of their line deliveries. So it wasn’t hard in that case. ** Hugo, Hey. Nice that you got the Peschel translation. I only met Louise for a few moments, just greetings and pleasantries when our films were at the same festival. I don’t really know how I would pet a human being, but since we’re talking brain to brain, you can assume that I’m trying to imagine doing that to you. ** Bill, Hi, B. Are you still overseas? Ed Smith was wonderful and very fucked up, and so is his book. I’m going to see the new Sharon Lockhart film at a festival here tonight, and it seems pretty up my alley. ** Thom, I’m trying to think of plot heavy books I’ve read. I did have a ‘dark detective novel’ phase, so, like, Jim Thompson and James M. Cain and those guys. Those were pretty fun. Ed Smith is really special. That book is really worth getting. Thanks, man, about ‘Dear Todd,’. There’s a video online of me reading it a million years ago that I actually don’t mind. Oh, one horn is okay. Roxy Music had a horn. I was thinking more of these intolerable bands from the 70s like Blood, Sweat & Tears and Chicago and those sorts of beasts where the horn sections were way too high in the mix. For me. That band sounds just fine. Pseudo-symphonic shoegazy is completely doable. Have a Thursday of high note. ** Okay. Today I’ve filled my galerie with works by one of my favorite artists, Frances Stark. Please have an attentive, leisurely stroll through the array. See you tomorrow.

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