I hear sounds from across the lake. Women crying—birds mating—a kind of hysteria I can’t quite name. The sound is familiar but wrong and the wrongness disturbs me. I’m listening, keyed to each successive moment. I’ve never heard this before; I’ve never heard anything quite like it before, high pitched, attenuated, almost screeching, going on intermittently, never quite beginning, never quite ending.Roni Horn, ‘WALLACE STEVENS’S ICE’
?I wonder, out here in the cold, I wonder in the night’s day and out here near the vastness of this lake: I hear this noise and am awed. This is the sound of ice, of ice against ice. I think of the sound of the peacocks and of the heavy hemlocks.
I do understand, you know. The hopeless dream of being. Not doing, just being. […] And at the same time the abyss between what you are for others and what you are for yourself. The feeling of dizziness and the continual burning need to be unmasked. […] Every tone of voice a lie, an act of treason. Every gesture false. Every smile a grimace. […] Which has tortured you most? Playing the actress with the interesting face? Keeping all the pieces together with an iron hand and getting them to fit? Where did it break? Where did you fail? […] And so you were left with your demand for truth and your disgust. Kill yourself? No – too nasty, not to be done. But you could be immobile. You can keep quiet. Then at least you’re not lying. You can cut yourself off, close yourself in. Then you don’t have to play a part, put on a face, make false gestures. Or so you think. But reality plays tricks on you. Your hiding place isn’t watertight enough. Life starts leaking in everywhere. And you’re forced to react. No one asks whether its genuine or not, whether you’re true or false.Ingmar Bergman, ‘PERSONA’
Now I see you. You’re sitting on the bed, back against the wall, legs apart. I’m kneeling between them and you say to me: that was sweet, that was so sweet.Roni Horn, ‘CROSSING A FIELD I REMEMBER’
This exhibition reads the work of Roni Horn through the prism of cinema for the first time. Horn’s photography and sculpture are presented alongside clips from Ingmar Bergman’s 1966 drama ‘Persona’. This juxtaposition not only clarifies the profound influence of cinema on Horn’s work, both formally and conceptually, but also sheds light on its intense psychosexuality, which is often submerged under its conceptual rigor and empirical character. While words, literature, and language are often grasped as keys to Horn’s practice, this exhibition reveals that the body, desire and sexuality — the ‘secrets’ of the ‘swamp’ — are equally crucial to the instability and mutability of identity, which is her main theme.
Like many of Roni Horn’s works, Bergman’s film centers on a paired form—the interaction between two women: Elizabeth, an actress who for some unknown reason suddenly refuses to speak, and Alma, the nurse who is assigned to her care. While their ever-changing relationship defies a definitive narrative, Bergman presents visually and formally a peeling off of each character’s masks to reveal the deeper psychic conflicts that define who they really are. At times their interaction feels like a struggle of wills, at others like a reversal of roles, with the nurse increasingly performing for the actress and the actress quietly observing the nurse. There are moments where we feel like we are witnessing an erotic relationship with a sadomasochistic dimension. Are we watching two different people merging into one, or one person taking over the other’s identity, or even two sides of the same split personality?
Both Bergman and Horn reveal the tension between the external world, where the socially inscribed body reigns and the internal world of psychic reality, locus of the lived body with its drives and desires. Bergman exploits the formal devices of the medium of film to mimic the mechanisms of psychic life: Dramatic contrast of light and dark, repetition of identical and near-identical images, camera angles, close-ups, cutting and splicing.
Horn’s writings from Iceland attest to the projection of the libidinal energy onto the landscape. Employing cinematic techniques in her drawings and photographic suites, Horn has developed a syntax of forms whereby her erotic imagination—real and fantasized, conscious and unconscious—coalesces into a unique cosmology. Concrete manifestations of Horn’s sublimated sexuality: The hot springs and pools that double as eyes and orifices, the phallic quality of her stuffed birds photographed from behind, the gridded peep hole views of the girl’s locker room in ‘Her, Her, Her and Her’ (2002-2003), the serial images of Margret sweating in the thermal waters. The clown in ‘Cabinet of’ (2001-2002) with its smeared red nose and lips can be read a symbol of sexual arousal, while revealing the relationship between identity, mask and performance. ‘a.k.a.’ (2008-2009), a series of self-portraits, charts Horn’s exploration of her androgyny to reveal the relationship between gender and performance and, like Bergman, the multiplicity and fluidity of identity.
Roni Horn. ‘SWEET IS THE SWAMP WITH ITS SECRETS’ Hauser & Wirth Monaco
?22 September – 17 December 2022
‘Roni Horn. ‘SWEET IS THE SWAMP WITH ITS SECRETS’ is curated by Jerry Gorovoy for Hauser & Wirth Monaco. The title is taken from a poem by Emily Dickinson. Works by Roni Horn are currently on display at Bourse de Commerce in Paris in the exhibition ‘Felix Gonzalez- Torres – Roni Horn’ until 26 September 2022.