A Cinema in The Gallery, A Cinema in Ruins: Erikabalsom
A Cinema in The Gallery, A Cinema in Ruins: Erikabalsom
A Cinema in The Gallery, A Cinema in Ruins: Erikabalsom
ERIKA BALSOM
The past two decades have witnessed striking changes in the institution
we call cinema. While anxieties over the increasing obsolescence of
celluloid film proliferate, the industrial products of cinema have attained
a greater reach than ever before, with markets expanding worldwide
through the internet and mobile wireless technologies. While
interrogations into the contemporary migrations and transmutations of
cinema are most frequent at the level of new forms of digital distribution
and exhibition, one must not fail to take note of another site that has
witnessed a profound reconfiguration of the cinema in recent decades:
the art gallery. Throughout the 1990s film and video have become
increasingly central to contemporary art practice, moving into the gallery
to change both the cinema and the art world. Walter Benjamin in the
1 Walter Benjamin, ‘The work of art
1930s had already articulated the pressing question of how the advent of
in the age of its technological mechanical reproduction, most forcefully embodied in the cinema, might
reproducibility (third version)’,
change our conception of art.1 Without abandoning this notion – for it is
trans. Harry Zohn and Edmund
Jephcott, in Selected Writings,
by no means settled – we might well want chiastically to invert this
Volume 4: 1938-1940, ed. Michael query for the twenty-first century and ask how the progressive integration
W. Jennings (Cambridge, MA:
of film into the gallery and the museum, as it mutates and fractures to
Belknap Press, 2003), pp. 251 –83.
2 Jean-Christophe Royoux, take on a guise very different to any we have seen before, changes our
‘Remaking cinema’, in Cinema, conception of cinema.
Cinema: Contemporary Art and the Jean-Christophe Royoux has termed the proliferation of moving-
Cinematic Experience (Rotterdam:
NAi, 1999), p. 21; Raymond
image gallery practices from the 1990s onwards the cinéma d’exposition
Bellour, ‘Of an other cinema’, in (cinema of exhibition), while Raymond Bellour has called it an ‘other
Tanya Leighton (ed.), Art and the
cinema’.2 Some artists take the cinema itself – its (hi)stories, institutions,
Moving Image: a Critical Reader
(London: Tate Publishing/Afterall fetishes, loves and temporalities – as fertile ground for artistic inquiry.
Books, 2008), pp. 406 –22. For others, references to the specificity of film history are avoided in
In 2001, Tacita Dean travelled to the west coast of Madagascar to film the
total eclipse of the sun, a project that would later become Diamond Ring
(2002). By chance, while she was there, she heard of a phenomenon
called the ‘green ray’. Often glimpsed at sea, the brief flare of green light
that shoots up as the last bit of sun dips below the horizon had long been a
symbol of good fortune for sailors. Morombe, Madagascar was an ideal
place to sight the elusive ray, which takes place under conditions of low
moisture and clear air. Also by chance, Dean had learned the evening
before that Eric Rohmer had faked the effect in his Le Rayon vert/
Summer (1986) – his cinematographer having waited some two months
in the Canary Islands for every sunset before giving up and going home
to the magic of postproduction – making Dean’s determination to
capture the ray all the stronger. Coincidence to coincidence, chance to
chance, The Green Ray (2001) came into being. Dean describes the
process of shooting as such:
The point about my film of The Green Ray is that it did so nearly elude
me, too. As I took vigil, evening after evening, on that Morombe beach
looking out across the Mozambique Channel and timing the total
disappearance of the sun in a single roll of film, I believed, but was
20 Tacita Dean, ‘The Green Ray’, in never sure, I saw it.20
Rina Caravajal (ed.), Tacita Dean:
Film Works (Milan: Edizioni And indeed, the spectator is never sure, either. The film is not displayed on
Charta, 2007), p. 88.
loop, like many of Dean’s other works, but instead the 16 mm projector is
fitted with a pushbutton that will begin the film at the viewer’s volition.
Over the course of two-and-a-half minutes, the spectator sees the golden
sun sink below the horizon and waits for the fatal instant. But before one
knows it, the sun is gone, the sky is dark, and the film has ended. Did I
glimpse the green ray? Time to push the button again.
At the meeting of sun and sea, The Green Ray attempts to capture a
rare optical phenomenon that might act as an allegory of film, that
medium with a privileged access to the archivization of the chance
occurrence, the ephemeral. Dean herself makes this link between the
material base of The Green Ray and its subject. She was not alone during
the filming, but was accompanied by two others who captured the event
on video. Instantly replaying the footage, they insisted that their video
proved that there had been no green flash and that they had witnessed, in
fact, just another Mozambique sunset. Dean writes:
But when my film fragment was later processed in England, there,
unmistakably, defying solid representation on a single frame of
celluloid, but existent in the fleeting movement of film frames, was the
green ray, having proved itself too elusive for the pixellation of the
21 Ibid., p. 89. digital world.21
Video versus film, digital versus analogue, regularity versus
contingency; The Green Ray mobilizes a larger problematic concerning
the contemporary digitization of culture and what happens to analogue
film in its wake. The film demands an investment in the revelatory
capacities of celluloid, its powers of transcription, taking as its subject
22 Ibid. the possibility of ‘faith and belief in what you see’.22 As Dean continues,
‘This film is a document; it has become about the very fabric, material,
23 Ibid. and manufacture of film itself’.23 Whether or not the green ray can be
glimpsed in this film comes down to a leap of faith and a belief in the
material of film as having a privileged access to capturing traces of time
past. ‘This film is a document’, but a document of what? Perhaps of a
fleeting optical phenomenon, but certainly of a particular moment in the
history of film and the desires its makers and spectators invest in it.
For this ‘faith and belief in what you see’ is, certainly, a fantasmatic
projection: the spectator fastens on to the ability of celluloid to render
legible contingency precisely in the wake of the digital’s regularity of
ones and zeroes. The investment in the revelatory capacities of celluloid
and a faith in its indexical guarantee must be read as a symptomatic
response to anxieties surrounding the often hyperbolic claims of the
ungroundedness and inherent manipulability of the digital. By virtue of
approaching obsolescence, film’s ability to capture ephemeral moments
in the process of disappearance has been highlighted as a quality central
marking a major change from the building that had stood on the site until
World War II, the Berlin Stadtschloss, a baroque palace that had formerly
housed the monarchy. The East German government decided not to
rebuild after the war, declaring it a remnant of Prussian imperialism and
thereby making way for the construction of a monument to the socialist
future. Throughout Dean’s film, the literal sun metaphorically sets on the
Palast, its bronze-mirrored windows emitting a golden hue, while on the
soundtrack cars and pedestrians pass down the nearby Unter den Linden.
The Palast, considered by many to be an eyesore, here attains a fading
glory that surpasses both its contamination by asbestos (discovered just
prior to Germany’s 1990 reunification) and the decision by the Bundestag
in 2007 to rebuild a replica of the Stadtschloss on the site, thereby
overwriting history with a simulation of it.
As Dean puts it, ‘Berlin needs to keep evidence of that other place, that
country, and its corrupt mismanagement of a utopia that has now been