Hi Everyone!
Welcome to the Summer Gift Series: What is Art for? In this 4-part series, we'll be asking that question and exploring some answers, which include a free Sense Writing sequence.
And what better place to start than midtown Manhattan, 1990s?
I remember coming back to NY on a break from university and walking down 42nd Street near the Port Authority.
I had become familiar with the notorious neighborhood as a teenager, sometimes cutting high school to wander around. I was young, but I felt safe walking around outside, sometimes taking photographs and developing them. I felt I knew where to walk, and where not to, and doing this let me hone my intuition.
The streets felt particularly forlorn that day I was visiting. It was deserted. It was the early 90s — I was in college by then — and the cleanup of Times Square had begun.
The whole area felt like an empty space; there was no longer the notorious economy of the neighborhood, the peep shows and porno shops, but there wasn’t anything yet to replace it. It was now full of abandoned ex-XXX rated theaters and not much else.
Mysterious Messages on 42nd Street
But walking down the street, I kept noticing that the theater marquees normally promoting adult movies now had these mysterious messages— what felt like personal messages just to me.
Years later, I learned that artist Jenny Holzer had taken over all the marquees during this transitional period, but at the time, they felt like whispers just for my visit. It was transfixing and dreamlike, like seeing the northern lights but having no one to tell.
How did this happen? Who let this happen?
These days, though they can feel a lifetime away from the sanguine 1990s, I find myself thinking about that landscape, that no-man’s land, when something is changing and no one knows what to make of it yet.
And though the potential for ruin is high in these neglected spaces, this is also where surprises can happen.
Tuning into Texture
But in order to notice or invite these surprises, we have to actually be where we are, in that space of the seedy neighborhood that doesn’t know what it’s turning into yet.
Be there, even though you’re a little scared, intentionally putting yourself out of your familiar context, still safe but maybe a little on the edge. Instead of accepting the stories of how it is (thanks, mom and dad), you go looking for the texture of how a place actually feels.
That’s what being a teenager is— going to an edge and coming back home, and then going back out again.
And it’s also what creativity is.
As we grow out of our growing-up years, we can lose touch with that process and instead end up with more familiar responses to profound uncertainty, like:
Despair!
Trying to hold it together, clinging to the illusion of normalcy
Or seeking to “rise above it all” and taking the high road
These responses are effective coping mechanisms— but they’re all choices that keep us away from the texture of our experience.
The Paths Back
In this summer series, we’ll be exploring paths back to the texture through the power of our body and nervous system.
This is what art and art making can do— even these days, when we might be asking what art is even for. (I know that I’ve been asking this question, along with many of my friends.)
Like Jenny Holzer changing the marquee signs — and the municipal office who granted her the permit to do so — art:
Gives us a way out of despair!
Loosens our grip on always trying to cope
Lets us not always take the high road
In the next few weeks, we’ll be looking for some answers andseeing what emerges in practice in a free Sense Writing sequence. And in doing so, I’m hoping to find my own way there too.