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Thomas Roueché
The 17th Istanbul Biennial returns, having been postponed by Covid-19, with a team of curators set on exploring the city’s neighbourhoods.
It seems strange from our current, “post-Covid” perspective to think back to the discourse around change and transformation that the initial 2020 lockdowns provoked. In the streets of Istanbul graffiti tags may have read “let’s not go back to normal”, but given the speed with which life has returned to mundanity, and masking has become unusual, it is interesting to consider what happened to that utopian desire for social change.
It is a particularly interesting question in the context of art. Fairs and biennials, after all, were publicised as super-spreader events, and for a time, the idea of touring an enclosed tent, filled with individuals who had taken long-haul flights from all over the world in pursuit of the ephemeral, seemed ludicrous. Even the much-publicised record-breaking art sales during lockdown, driven supposedly by the idle rich trapped at home and wanting new things on their walls, only served to heighten the pre-existing sense of inequality of access that lockdown cast in such a stark light. As the world reopened, there was a sense that the art fair or biennial could not continue in the same way as before, that there would have to be some sort of fundamental change or shift in the way in which these large, international events were conceived.
This September, after a long gestation, the Istanbul Biennial finally opened with a programme that had been developed by a three- person curatorial team – Ute Meta Bauer, David Teh and Amwar Kanwar – at a distance from each other, and from the city and its venues. Prior to the opening, details of the Biennial had been limited to the simple statement that this edition would “explore the city’s neighbourhoods”. Given that a well-known feature of previous Biennials has been the distribution of works in unexpected spaces throughout the city, this announcement did not shed much light on what was to come.
Disobedience Archive (Ders Bitti), 2005–ongoing. Curated by Marco Scotini in a setting by Can Altay. Video-based installation at the former Central Greek High School for Girls. Photograph by Sahir Ugur Eren. Courtesy 17th Istanbul Biennial
The Istanbul Biennial has for some years – in particular since the events and demonstrations at Gezi Park in 2013 – been an uneasy receptacle for the city’s self-narrative. That year, the show and its sponsors were seen as part of the problem, with protesters taking the Biennial itself as a stage for voicing dissent. The 2015 edition, curated by Carolyn Christov-Bakargiev reflected the mid-2010s vogue for mega-shows, its vast ambition criticised as hubristic and disconnected from local conversation. Similarly, Nicolas Bourriaud’s 2019 climate-focused show was forced to move venue, which critics said highlighted the Istanbul art world’s all-too-cosy connection with controversial real-estate development speculation. In each case, the local political conversation overshadowed the sublime and beautiful moments that each of these magisterial shows created, and which were so uniquely afforded by Istanbul’s remarkable cityscape.
That the 2022 Biennial grew out of a long process of discussion and careful listening is evident at every turn. The easy criticisms that are often levied at international curators of local shows – not least their disconnection or dislocation from the city itself – became, as a result of travel restrictions and lockdowns, a main, avowed concern of the curatorial process. Events, parties, press conferences, as well as the artists and their practice, were developed in the context of the new world of social-distancing rules and endless, endless Zoom meetings. As Teh put it to me, in an interview on the occasion of his first visit to Istanbul in June 2022, just three months before the opening: “Intellectually, it was hugely stimulating to be so involved in these conversations and to be disagreeing constantly about what was interesting about these conversations and agreeing sometimes. It was… exhilarating – but it was absolutely exhausting.” Eventually the team would, with the help of I˙KSV director Bige Örer, divide responsibilities within curation.
Nakamura Yuta, Atatürk’s Catafalque: Another Utopian Architecture, 2022. Installation featuring artefacts designed by Bruno Taut at Barın Han. Photograph by Sahir Ugur Eren. Courtesy 17th Istanbul Biennial
As a result, it was perhaps unsurprising that this year’s Biennial seemed to offer a synthesis of many previous editions, and felt alive to criticism of previous years. Distributed across the city in clusters, the curatorial team hoped that visitors would engage with the host neighbourhoods while discovering the art. The selected artists showed a connection to relational aesthetics and performance art, again and again returning to ideas of community and collectivity (in this regard it is easy to see a parallel to this year’s Documenta). The curators of the Biennial, which is untitled, referred in their introductory essay to the idea of compost – old forms breaking down to produce new, fertile ground for new growth, spread out across the city.
The result was a surprisingly humble event that felt more aware than ever of limitations and context. Touring the different spaces – such as the Müze Gazhane, a remarkable new exhibition space recently opened by the Istanbul Municipality in an old gasworks site – the interplay of work and location sidestepped any sense that Istanbul was merely a backdrop to the work of prominent artists. Nearby, arthereistanbul, a venue founded by Syrian refugee artists, was woven into the wider network of the Biennial, which amplified its space and the voices of an imperilled community.
Çiğdem Öztürk, Footsteps, 2022. Library installation at arthereistanbul.Photograph by Sahir Ugur Eren. Courtesy 17th Istanbul Biennial
This theme continued with Can Altay’s work, which staged Marco Scotini’s Disobedience Archive (2005–ongoing) in Istanbul’s abandoned Central Greek High School for Girls, folding the archival work about resistance into the ongoing protests at Bog˘aziçi University. That the school’s interiors had remained untouched since 1999 added a poignant sense of context to the piece. Elsewhere the iconic, politically radical Bread and Puppet Theatre performed its work, Demons of Society (2022), with a cast of 70 local volunteers in three different locations across the city. The puppet theatre, which was founded in 1963, is famous for distributing bread among its audiences, a simple, radical and effective mode of creating community.
Bread and Puppet Theatre, Demons of Society, 2022. Performances at Santraistanbul and Müze Gazhane. Photograph by David Levene. Courtesy 17th Istanbul Biennial
Lieko Shiga, Human Spring, 2019. Photographic series at Küçük Mustafa Paşa Hamam. Photograph by Sahir Ugur Eren. Courtesy the artist and Istanbul Foundation for Culture and Arts (IKSV)
Arahmaiani, Flag Project, 2006–ongoing.Installation of flags at Müze Gazhane. Photograph by Sahir Ugur Eren.Courtesy 17th Istanbul Biennial
For her Flag Project (2006–ongoing) at Gazhane, Indonesian artist Arahmaiani stood with a group of local performers, each holding a flag emblazoned with a word in Turkish, including “peace”, “nature”, “unity” and “equality”. To the somewhat surprising and discordant sound-track of Turkish protest music – from contemporary rap to the 1970s protest song “Ceviz Ag˘acı” by Cem Karaca – the performers stood in a circle, waving their flags and taking turns to stand in the centre.
In the context of Turkey’s conflicted public sphere, in which free expression can come at a price, Arahmaiani’s work was a reminder of what a space like the Biennial can offer a city like Istanbul. Perhaps it was precisely this Biennial’s long gestation, its debt to collaboration and collaborative thinking, its calm and quiet willingness to step back and facilitate the conversation of others that made it so effective. And standing on a hot day in the courtyard of Gazhane, watching Arahmaiani’s flags waved high in the air to the sound of utopian songs of past and present, it was hard not to be moved. ◉