Turn Back The Clock: Writing on Martin Creed at the MCA 2012
Here’s a story I did for Chicago’s Museum of Contemporary Art in 2012. I was working as a visitor services and curatorial associate and I wrote a reflection on my time as a ‘balloon wrangler’ for Martin Creed’s installation work, Half the air in a given space. The work consisted of four rooms, in different neighborhoods of Chicago, ‘half-filled’ with balloons.
As you might glean from the blog post, my role of ‘balloon wrangler’ demanded more wrangling of audience than of balloons, but that turned out to be a gift. I was the museum’s (and more directly the work’s) representative at the installation at the Garfield Park Conservatory on Chicago’s west side.
Wrangling Balloons, Half-Filled Rooms, and Geographic Granfalloons
By Tim Hogan Ocober 9, 2012
When I heard that Martin Creed’s Half the air in a given space would be installed at the Garfield Park Conservatory, I jumped at the chance to work as a “balloon wrangler.” The Conservatory has long been one of my favorite places in Chicago, and the prospect of slingin’ some art while in the midst of flowers exotic and local . . . no brainer, right? The audience response at the Conservatory was varied. Many people seemed to think the piece, a room half-filled with balloons, was only for children, or even a children’s playroom. This was partially due to the Chicago Teacher’s Union strike that went on for two of the weeks that the installation was up, but nonetheless waves of children with parents on impromptu field trips made a happy discovery. There were times, after successive trammelings, when the balloons got very low, drastically changing the dynamic of the space.
One day, an avuncular old man sat across from us and began to pepper us with factoids about plants and the Conservatory: “Before the Chihuly exhibit [there was a lot of Chihuly chatter] almost nobody came to the Conservatory,” “Did you know that poinsettia were named for the US’s first ambassador to Mexico? They grow wild down there,” “Did you know that a woman has all of the eggs that she will ever have in her life, by the age of 13?” Ok, that was a weird one, but it was said. He kept repeating “check the Internet, you can find it on the Internet, I didn’t find it on the Internet, but it’s there.” He was a joy to be around.
On another day a young man came in with a DV camera and asked to film the balloons. I said, “Of course.” After a long time in the work, he talked with me excitedly about it, called his friends to come check it out, and, before leaving, went up to the security guard and asked, “Hey I know this neighborhood’s reputation, and I was wondering what might be a good area to go check out, to film like wasteland type areas and urban blight, you know? Like Detroit.”
Hoosh! I guess at some point it’s in the culture, this eavesdropping, snooping-out of meaning, or simply the exoticism of the abstracted landscape, the “danger zone.” I sensed a familiar naïveté about the city from this young man and this is what I like about the Creed project: its messy engagement with other spaces in the metropolis and the variant responses that are forced from this reach. Who knows, maybe this John Waters, Jr. captured some insightful, groundbreaking new footage on his voyage. Or maybe he catalogued one more undergraduate’s pixelpoem to “heaviness,” “realness,” and himself. The room could be half-empty or half-full.
Martin Creed. Work No. 210, Half the air in a given space, 1999. White balloons. Multiple parts, each balloon 16 in. diameter; overall dimensions variable. Installation view, Garfield Park Conservatory, 2012. Private Collection, Vienna, Austria. Photo: Nathan Keay, © MCA Chicago.
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Directed and produced by Megan Diddie and Tim Hogan
Motion Graphics and Design : Megan Diddie
Vocal performance : Tim Hogan
Music: "Little Bear - Long" Lobo Loco
1st ad in a social media video campaign for Global Brand, Zesty C!
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19th century English hymn "Good King Wenceslas" by John Mason Neale, 1853. Neale wrote the hymn based on a medeival bohemian duke, set to a 13th century latin spring hymn, “Tempus adest floridum” (The time is near for flowering).
Good King Wenceslas
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From Terrence Malick's "Time"
Places & Spaces, Donald Byrd
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Walking & Talking #1
On my morning constitutional, I was jolted from my podmatic slumbers by the furious diddling of guitars in Yes’ everlasting ‘Roundabout’. I took out one earpiece just to be sure...and yep, ‘Yes’.
Those fidgety riffs were bouncing over 35th street from a CDOT truck where part of a crew of city workers sat, enjoying. As the contemplative vocals came back in, bathing the whole street in placid wonder, I could've sworn they were singing along, “In-n around da lake!”
I think they eventually noticed me staring with what must have looked like the hangiest-of-dog expressions on my face, and so I crossed the street, a bit up the block.
And, you know, this moment of precaution wound up workin for me, pretty good, because this further civic distance proved to be an excellent vantage, from which, considering Merkley’s considerable work on ‘vantageness’ and Brown’s classic approach to the concept of ‘saison-alitie’ of course all wrapped up in the distinction, discretion and discipline of la jetee un non pour coupee la gerontioneeeee—— urbain planning-ness…to watch them install high-beam light fixtures under the viaduct.
Later, one of them was walking towards me with the old fixture and yelled, “Hey!” jolting me for a second time this young morning.
“Do you want this?” The hulking metal fixture dangling from his hand.
“Oh, no!” I yelled back.
“Lotta scrappers! Out here looking for deez things!” as he put it off to the side.
“I was just curious, what you guys were doin. Replacing the lights?”
“Yeah. Ok have a good one buddy.”
“U2,” I said.
“Dats next on the playlist!” he replied, hunkering down and biting his lip as he made to diddle the air.