An artwork might intuitively seem like an object more likely to be found in an archive than to constitute an archive in its own right. But if we recall Jorge Luis Borges’ Aleph – the object or “point in space” that opens out to reveal a whole universe – we can begin to see how a work of art can behave like an archive. This is less abstract than it might sound. Aby Warburg, for example, was inspired by the idea of artworks as partial cultural archives that could be wrenched from their historical eras and reassembled to form a new way of visual knowing. He called the resulting panels Mnemosyne Atlas, though the project remained unfinished at his death.
Alternatively, an artwork can be built from a small but complete informatic system, at which point it forms the limiting case of its own world:
Always, however, the archival function of the artwork – that is, to be a transparent window on to external events – is incomplete. Archival art always presents us with a figure/ground confusion: do we see through the work or look at it? What I want to propose is that in archival artworks we have a constructive counterpart to the de(con)structive postmodern “crisis” of representation. Rather than systematically breaking down the stability of the subject, the meaning of the work, the mortality of the author, archival work presents a positive instability. Such instability was described recently by N. Katherine Hayles in her talk A Theory of the Total Archive:
A total archive is of course literally impossible, but in imaginative literature, there are two ways to achieve it, as Borges has taught us: infinite expansion (“The Library of Babel”), and infinite compression (“The Aleph”). Apparent opposites, the two cycle continuously into and through one another, as do outside/inside in a Möbius strip or interior/exterior in a Klein bottle.
To Borges’ Aleph, Hayles adds his Library – a vast arrangement of all knowledge (and nonsense, for that matter). Both the Aleph and the Library are paradoxical: because the Aleph condenses space, it must expand; because the Library is complete, it has an arbitrary and limiting structure. Hence Borges’ story ends with the idea of an “eternal traveler” crossing the library and eventually finding that “the same volumes were repeated in the same disorder (which, thus repeated, would be an order: the Order).”
Likewise, where the artwork expands most fully it also becomes the most constrained, resistant to explanations that break apart the contradictions in the work. Relics are like this: they are either legitimate, sacred, non-made instantiations of the past alive in the present, or they are artificial, profane objects that tell stories of their non-miraculous provenance. We want them to be both, but they can’t be. Forgeries have this quality too. They are overburdened with historical meaning and therefore appear to have none.
Hayles calls the system that constrains a “total archive” an apparatus of control – again this sounds abstract but she is referring to quite concrete administrative systems: governments, corporations, universities. Interpretative inflexibility tips over into institutional control. So archival artworks can build worlds, and they can also wield authority, demanding much more than simply to be looked at or considered. We are on the outside, and they invite us in.
The London-based artist collective “UA” repeats a “Universal Hymn” at each of the group’s meetings. The hymn was “composed” by electronic music pioneer Peter Zinovieff, who gave the group the instruction to say/sing the letter A in any pitch, at any volume, in any pronunciation, for any duration: “Universal Hymn is A.” And he might have added: “Universal Hymn is Always A”, because, following the logic of ritual, any utterance of it is authentic.
A work like the Universal Hymn is always the same piece, across all performances, but it doesn’t rely on any idea of an original which can be copied. The Hymn is a minimal auto-archive, an Aleph. And it opens out into… whatever comes after – Live Action Role Play, collaborative sculpture, performance, song, poetry. So the Hymn is a social technology, like all good ritual.
The opposing archival tendency, the Library, is also present in UA’s work. Through installations they build worlds in which rituals have a place. This is explicitly archival, implicitly totalising. Borges’ Library contains every possible arrangement of letters – all words, all sentences, all books – and so meaning is randomly distributed can only be found by hard work. As Hal Foster put it in his 2004 essay on the “archival impulse” in art:
Although the contents of this art are hardly indiscriminant, they remain indeterminant like the contents of any archive, and often they are presented in this fashion—as so many promissory notes for further elaboration or enigmatic prompts for future scenarios. (Foster, 2004)
Rebecca Lemov’s drawings from the Database of Dreams are like this. They are, in the phrase of Michael Taussig’s that Lemov quotes, “fragments that are suggestive of a world beyond, a world that does not have to be explicitly recorded and is in fact all the more ‘complete’ because it cannot be completed.”
For example UA member Miriam Austin’s installations and performances are always already old – pristine, but only because they have been maintained in such good order, practiced with such care. The archival function of these works is precisely that they conjure a totality: some objects are familiar.
But the flowers are not quite natural, glistening but dry – apparently preserved in rubber. The knives have no handles and on inspection look more like the clavicles of an extinct metallic creature. The tables on which objects rest are split down the centre, creating a gap down which substances slide. Precision here is unnerving, imprecise. The absolute authenticity of ritual is grafted onto an unreal world in just the way authors use small “real” details in magical realism. The work is a world through which you can walk, and it opens out endlessly as a space of imagined vigilance, order, meaning.
Another UA member, Anna Hughes, makes work that is superficially similar, but intentionally less comprehensive in the world it creates. Here the exertion of a strange order brings us closer to the minute perfectibility of the Aleph than the grandeur of the Library. If enough force is applied to the arrangement of natural detritus it will cohere into a taxonomic singularity.
This is the straightforwardly historical element of Hayles’ idea of infinite compression/expansion: classifications require raw data, but data, as any historian or sociologist will tell you, is always cooked (Gitelman, 2013). This has not been a problem for the architects of archives – far from it. The presence of classification in data has motivated the most ambitious of all projects, from the archive of all human happiness (Jardine, this issue) and of all human movement (Laemmli, this issue) to the composition of the great encyclopaedias. As Simon Schaffer has pointed out, the Enlightenment encyclopaedists, in recognizing the multitude of possible “projections” on which their maps of knowledge could be based, still worked at “collecting knowledge into the smallest area possible and of placing the philosopher at a vantage point high above this vast labyrinth (Schaffer, forthcoming).” Universal because particular, a paradox that again pushes us to situate the artwork in a world, not just of ritual action but of half-reasoned order.
But the encyclopaedia, in one important sense, also eschews all classification: it presents itself by means of an anti-order – the alphabet. UA member Emily Jones comes closest the absolute plane of alphabetic arrangement in her list-poems, twitter feed and installations. But where Borges famously saw surrealism in the encyclopaedia’s juxtapositions, Jones draws out the affect of an unending (if not total) archive. Here is a poem she has written for this issue:
Roseate Spoonbill arriving at the coast (it’s the right moment)
The terms are indexical, in both the paratextual and linguistic sense: insofar as they fail to interrelate, they have to point elsewhere, to some other state of affairs, a location in the book of the natural and technological world. This is the assertion of an intuitive order onto an overwhelming slew of information. Jones’ intuition, however, is not formal but ecological: the juxtaposed phrases, titles and imagery range over the natural and the personal, the machinic and political. We have the materials for salvage, they seem to say, so let’s use them. The final archival meaning of a work is that it can be an “ark”, just like the first (and presumably last) museums. The impersonality of Jones’ writing is not a hopeless gesture to a world after humans or a non-human ontology, rather it acts to distribute authority equally amongst its component parts (the ark itself, of course, was built to a sacred design).