(Arts Against Cuts protesting at Sotheby’s, 2011)
I think that contemporary art, or at least its institutions, does offer a space for radical political reflection and action, not least because its sites, perhaps paradoxically given the art world’s fascination with immateriality and displacement, are often fixed spaces. They are also mostly nominally public, despite the multiple invisible barriers that prevent people visiting them. In many ways, though, contemporary art has become this arena by default because all of the other places where radical political thought and action could happen have almost disappeared: outside the factory gates, in public squares, on the streets (impossible without state harassment). The future for protest, artistic or otherwise, has to happen within the privatised world (or the ambiguously owned world) – shopping malls, airports and transport hubs like the recent #blacklivesmatter actions, for instance.
This leaves contemporary art in a strange situation, both responsible and strangely weightless. There is often a sense in which anything can be discussed/presented and in any form because ‘art’ provides a kind of cover-story: politics at one remove. There is a certain freedom in that, certainly, but also a certain discomfort: what does any of it matter? Often at art talks, there is a feeling that something should follow and a certain frustration that “all” we are doing is talking. Often conversations end up beached on the same ideas: ok, so we’re all fucked, what next? What can art or artists do about it?
However, I am perversely optimistic in some ways: I think the blurring of the boundary between art and action has well and truly been breached, and that artists are often happy to personify this blurriness in their work and in their activity. There are those groups, such as Arts Against Cuts and Precarious Workers’ Brigade who make their politics their work and vice versa, and there is a kind of militant rigour to their principled relationship to the art world, whether it be in their discussions about money or the boycotting of institutions that have ties to the arms trade. They make it clear that complicity is not the natural default for artists, despite the overwhelming cynicism and hopelessness that pervades the scene.
I would like to see art galleries and institutions as sites that could be occupied once more, of their general inclusion in a protest economy that would revivify these places. I dream of the turbine hall filled with stolen police horses. It would be incredible to understand and materially map the way in which art galleries could serve as sites of revolutionary organising – there are surely enough of them at this point.