I draw upon a recurrent image of the woman with a shaven head. Art has the power to bring about new values, but not instantly. Art today is the site of a trust that comes after the death of trust. Why should this be any different to psychoanalytical and critical interventions? Ettinger, a visual artist, philosopher, and psychoanalyst. BRACHA L. The space of painting is a passageway. When I touch the canvas to reopen a wound whose “memory” is not necessarily mine, I instantly resist the counter-desire to ignore it. After an earth-shattering catastrophe, must I not allow the traces of the horrifying to interfere with my artwork? Bracha L. Art that denies violence abandons its victims as if they are irrelevant to human life. I must carry you.”
The impossibility to not-share is painful. Self-fragilization doesn’t mean self-sacrifice. The idea, like the painting, becomes translucent. Members of their family perished in the fields of Ponar near Vilna. Art entails a potential resistance to structures based on violence, not as a reaction to them, but in offering a form of resilience from another horizon that is not blind to them. Our time is pregnant with the impression of loss and suffering. I mix pigment with ashes. He is the founder/director of the Histories of Violence project, which has a global user base covering 143 countries. But in Hebrew it also means “subject.” To make the world more bearable means to infiltrate the function of what I call “carriance” into the structure of subjectivity. While art evokes memory, it invents a memory for the future. Like psychoanalysis, painting in this regard is a form of healing when it discerns the space of what I have called the “subreality” — a net of strings of aesthetic and human connections, and their resonance — and makes of this space its subject. What I refer to as beauty, the source of which is the experience of trauma and pain as well as, without contradiction, of joy, signals an encounter with the horrible that we are trying to avoid, to paraphrase Rilke, as well as with the other’s desire for another life to a wretched existence and longing for light. The move from simply experiencing art to social and political acts of caring or witnessing is not automatic. Breaking with the violent past demands paying intimate attention to its often-erased figures. Empathy and containing are not enough, if we want to move from ethics to politics, because they address only the other who is in front of you and don’t reach the other others, those who are sometimes evoked yet are not there. The purpose of art is not to represent reality or to aestheticize it. Can carriance become a value? Having returned from Auschwitz, she used to repeat: “I have no memories except this one: My head had been shaved, and when I passed in front of the windows of the barracks I couldn’t recognize myself. Painting pains me. Art in this regard, like love, appears as a form of fragile communication I call communcaring, in which complete strangers can understand one another by resonance, both inside and outside one’s close “community.” One then realizes that humans are part of fragile and shared systems. The art historian Griselda Pollock also insists we bring forth another approach to trauma and art and shake some “well-established” notions. When violence kills trust, art is the space where a trust in the other, and by extension of one’s being in the world, can reemerge. In the painting, the subject matter is not simply a representation. Rather, critique becomes participatory in it. She can one day be you. This is one of art’s most important functions. ETTINGER: I begin with art. It is to trust that we will be able to bear in compassion the unbearable, the horrible, and the inhuman in the human. It adds an ethical quality to the act of witnessing. In self-fragilization resistance is born, with some kind of mental awareness that contributes to resilience. We are connected through art even if we are, as individuals, retreating from one another and from the world. Why have you been particularly compelled to focus on the symbolic violence against women? And yet, painting produces a kind of suspension in time. Celan wrote, “The world is gone. When you approach the vulnerable other, you can only do it by fragilizing yourself, by self-fragilization. How can this approach address violence? Painting for me is an occasion to transform the obscure traces of a violent and traumatic past. Art works toward an ethical space where we are allowed to encounter traces of the pain of others through forms that inspire in our heart’s mind feeling and knowledge. This means that the subject doesn’t have to be defined by a rejection and an abjection of an other. Self-fragilization is risky. I work a lot with transparent layers upon transparent layers. Some blindness to forms of violence and persecution will always persist. FEBRUARY 27, 2017
THIS IS THE FIFTH in a series of dialogues with artists, writers, and critical thinkers on the question of violence. To the vulnerability of the other, known or unknown, we gradually become more responsible. But beyond this, I would like both the figurative and the abstract form to evoke its own humanized passage from nonlife to life. Suddenly, something passes through. However, most cultural representations of violence do indeed produce objects ready for consumption. Painting activates a deep capacity to join in love and in suffering, in sorrow and joy, in compassion. Art affects and silently effects. In between the layers appear the space of a potential subject and the subject of that becoming-space. Etka (Ester) — the sister of my mother (whose name was Bluma Fried) — was deported to Auschwitz at the age of 18 with her other two sisters Hella and Sara. And if the artwork is a passage space of the kind I aspire to, this led me to rethink the humane in the human subject in terms of the feminine and the maternal (what I call “matrixial” comes from the Latin for “womb”). Her most recent publication is And My Heart Wound-Space, published on the occasion of the 14th Istanbul Biennial. It is to carry the burden of the suffering of others in the hope of a better time to come, which artworking tries to bring forth. In terms of psychoanalytic therapy, carriance as a concept and a value goes beyond containing, and compassion goes beyond empathy. Think of Paul Celan’s poetry, for me a source of inspiration. It doesn’t matter why and where; the refugee is your sister. Residues and traces of violence continue to circulate throughout our societies. It has its particular Eros. How would you respond to those who would argue that art has no place in any serious political critique, as it is limited when it comes to resisting oppressive systems and transforming violent and catastrophic conditions? Aesthetics today is the ethical challenge. Take Goya for example, or Resnais, Marguerite Duras, or Paul Celan. It forms the frontier of death in life, where life glimpses at death as if from death’s side, to paraphrase Jacques Lacan. Crucially, the subject matter that emerges in the painting as an image doesn’t simply correspond with the subject of a violated identity that will turn into an object of the gaze. We are less blind to actual suffering and to violence in the present; we tolerate sorrow. Alain Resnais’s masterful Hiroshima Mon Amour aside, a number of artists have tried to deal with the burdens of a similar symbolic act of shaming, but very few have succeeded in making a difference. Art works like a maternal healing when it solicits against all the odds the human capacity to wonder, to feel awe, to feel compassion, to care, to trust, and to carry the weight of the world. Space and depth, alleys and passageways, strings and threads, and the linking with the other by resonance, enter subjectivity as such. Their brother disappeared forever before the deportation. You see “nothing in Hiroshima. Freud talked on the affect and effect of art in terms of uncanny anxiety. It should work like a passageway, through which a blurred idea — as it is breathing its new form through color, line, and light — elicits an affective response in the viewer that paves the sense of personal responsibility. ¤
BRAD EVANS: You have consistently brought together in your works the often-disparate fields of art, psychoanalysis, and critical theory. Critique is not lost in this artistic entrustment. When the witnesses disappear and only witnesses to those first-generation witnesses can speak, art’s secret contribution is in creating a humanizing space. Art proceeds by trusting in the human capacity to contain and convey its rage and its pain, and to transform residuals of violence into ethical relations via new forms of mediation that give birth to their own beauty and define them. Painting works slowly. And it will pain you. How could Etka adequately symbolize the private meaning of the violence she endured? Enlarging the capacity to elaborate, carry, and transform traces of violence, whether private or historical, is a responsibility. Its figures appear when both light and darkness are in light. “To bear” and “to carry” come from the same root in Hebrew, in German, and in French. Beauty reaches us from there. It means that your boundaries become more flexible and you take the risk to feel the world’s pain and also its beauty. To think about the vulnerability of the other is not enough. But to dwell pensively with traces of violence is to tolerate anxiety, welcome the contingent and the unknown and to open yourself up as an individual to a possibility of collective non-abandonment which is love. What you see doesn’t reflect reality or your own self; the image is not a mirror. She lost her intimacy, what marked her out as unique. Light and space in painting works in color, line, and forms for the humane. Painting leads to thought and then leaves it behind. To not sacrifice yourself while not sacrificing the other — this is the challenge. And what ethical burden does this place on the artist as we seek to break out from the logic of violence and look toward more nonviolent futures? The coming together of art, psychoanalysis, and critical theory allows me to approach images of devastation, praying I can remain loyal to my insights and my pain and cure in viewers too a blindness to violence and persecution that continues to lead to the dehumanization of others and of ourselves. Art as a primary ethical form of compassion might be one of the only realms left from which we can open channels toward the humane. Painters, poets, and filmmakers who address the catastrophes of the last century and still reach beauty and the sublime in the sense I am speaking of are very rare. Eurydice n.53 – Pietà, 2012-2016. The figure’s wound is her own, but as we witness it indirectly, transformed by the painting’s processes, we realize that traces of her wound are in me and in you. Nothing,” “You know nothing,” wrote Marguerite Duras, hinting at the difficulty to seize and transmit a terrible reality by an image. Crucially, the subject that emerges in the painting doesn’t simply correspond with the subject of a violated identity that will turn into an object of gaze. Our generation has inherited, and lives through, a colossal requiem, from the harrowing memories of the 20th century and before, to the continued violence we witness today. She could be your mother. I argue that human affects like compassion and awe are just as uncanny and as primary as this anxiety; they counterbalance the tendency to split and abject and reject the other. Theodor Adorno and others have questioned the relevance of art in response to realities of extreme violence. Painting is about bringing into visibility that which is not ordinarily visible, including the forms that violence takes. So the question of art, like that of the human subject it is intended to be experienced by, is always also the question of this loss and of the bringing of compassion back into life, for the future, starting from both image and from an abstract horizon. To deal with traces of the real of violence is almost impossible, almost unbearable. It not only makes us confront the atrocities of the past, but provokes how we see and feel about the present moment. There are no promises; a painting might not do its work. Resnais forces us to enter the debris of violence. One has to personally tolerate what runs counter to the individual desire to seek mental security and to withdraw. If a transformation in the traces of violence is possible through painting, a slow and indirect working through of a special kind of Eros, a nonsexual love, emanating from a sense of the vulnerable other accessed by our fragility, occurs. Art enters the domain of community and of the political without opposing aloneness. The question “What is art?” is certainly not a question of aesthetics, styles, and technique alone. That’s my only memory.” One day, a second memory emerged, an image: the hair clip another girl from our family, shaven-headed too, refused to be separated from. I didn’t know, out of all these women, which one was me. Each of my paintings starts from the traces of images of human figures — mothers, women, and children — abandoned, naked, and facing their death. As a painter I accept having to remain in such a mental and spiritual zone, mostly alone. The shareable “matrixial”-space-subject, associated to the feminine in the human, doesn’t only contain its “objects.” It carries. Nonviolent encounters with such transformed traces of violence are humanizing. Art invents images and spaces, whether it uses traces of earlier images or not. But individuals encountering art create a potential for more caring collective action. Can art that opens an abstract passage depth space and creates links between kernels of objects and subjects’ hearts fight against political paranoia? My aim is not to construct or deconstruct memory. Can you elaborate more on your conception of beauty, as it directly challenges some well-established criticisms of the aesthetics of violence, which are precisely concerned with how it can be dangerous by rendering it pleasing for public consumption? Both beauty and the sublime are to be rethought for our time. We enter a subreal space where links to our past open us to multiple potential realities. What do you understand to be the political importance of the arts in the 21st century? Ettinger
Your art deals with some of the most difficult and challenging aspects of the Holocaust. ¤
Note: A shorter version of this conversation was printed December 16, 2016, in the New York Times column The Stone, under the title “Art in a Time of Atrocity.”
Brad Evans is a political philosopher, critical theorist, and writer, who specializes on the problem of violence. There is no real beauty without compassion; art humanizes the shock and transforms trauma as you realize the impossibility to not-share your psychic, mental, and physical space. It allows us to enter the space of the trauma of others and of our own with neither fight nor flight, and to dwell in its resonance. Admitting the other’s vulnerability without fragilizing one’s self will probably not lead us toward action. Art alone can achieve such an encounter-event. And today we must take care of the other, the war victim, the refugee. Yet it does give us a chance. How do you respond to this so-called unrepresentability of human atrocity? Art is a womb-passage time-space that has the power to re-link and invent new subjects and forms in and by light and space. This conversation is with Bracha L. Beauty is not pre-given by an image but is the result of the process of working the abstract space. By trusting the painting as true you become a witness to the effects of events that you didn’t experience directly, you become aware of the effects of the violence done to others, now and in history — a witness to an event in which you didn’t participate, and a proximity to those you have never met. I wrote extensively on co-existence in terms of co-emergence and “co/in-habit(u)ation”: to inhabit-with and get used to one another by a slow re-attunement. It creates connections of “co-emergence”: “I feel in you,” “you think in me,” “I know in you,” and so on, in which subjective existence is articulated through one another. Light and space can flourish without us, the humankind. We join in sorrow so that silenced violence will find its echo in our spirit, not by imagination but through an artistic vision.