What Art Can I Have as a White Person
We are Red T and Latham Zearfoss, 2 visual and community-oriented artists working and living in Chicago. We are white, and we work together to interrogate our own relationships to white supremacy. Nosotros do this near directly through the collective project Make Yourself Useful, which seeks to end apathy and angst among white people, and movement material support toward Black, Brown and Indigenous-led organizations, artists and movements.
To exercise this work, we need to meliorate understand whiteness and how to move against information technology. The ubiquitous invisibility of whiteness is one of the outset places we must begin, particularly as image makers and communicators. Using a methodology more aligned with community organizing than academic study, we issued a trio of short and open-ended questions alongside a request for a white picture.1 We put these questions out to white artists in our networks as a small-stakes disruption of white complicity:
one. What does the term whiteness hateful to you?
2. Where do you locate whiteness within your work? How practice yous feel it in your work?
3. What is the issue of your white identity on your practice and your presence in the art world/s you are a part of?
The responses we received—far greater in number than we'd anticipated—reveal a miracle of rhetorical stillness combined with a sense of mournful, occasionally rageful, self-reflection. We find description and purpose in Sara Ahmed's articulation that "…putting whiteness into spoken communication, every bit an object to exist spoken about, however critically, is not an anti-racist action, and nor does it necessarily commit a state, establishment or person to a class of action that nosotros could describe every bit anti-racist."2 We therefore invite our survey participants, every bit well as our readers who are white, to emerge from the shadowy cupboard of white malaise and put their energies, talents, and resources toward the collective movement against white supremacy.
A NOTE ON HOW TO READ THIS Certificate
The post-obit are the 22 responses we received to the aforementioned questions we posed to about 50 or so white artists. Nosotros also requested a "white moving picture" from each participant.The responses have been edited and color coded for impact and clarity. Nosotros wanted to highlight moments of Naming & Defining, Lessons & Emergent Critique, and Tactics & Effective Solidarity. You can enter the text and images at any signal.
Nosotros include here responses from Willy Smart, Elijah Burgher, Irina Zadov, Rebecca Stevens, Nina Barnett, Svenja Wichmann, Lindsey French, Jenny Kendler, kg, Gwyneth Zeleny Anderson, Mairead Case, Sarah Ross, Greg Ruffing, Jeremy Bolen, Andrew Mausert-Mooney, Christopher Meerdo, Sarah Faux, Bobby Gonzales, K. Abhalter Smith, and Charlie Manion. We responded to the prompts likewise, and take included those in the larger sampling, at the end. We received some wonderful editorial support from Mairead and Willy, and Danny Giles was our fearless (cheer)leader and editor throughout.
Each paradigm has a caption below information technology. Non every artist submitted an image. Some artists submitted 2. All information we have on each image is provided in its caption.
We hope this text will inform, heal, attend, incite, arouse and hogtie. Delight arroyo the text fully present, and open to the possibilities.
Willy Smart
Whiteness is the promise of inheritance.
My artwork and writing often incorporate, mimic, and linger on forms that appear to be neutral, unmarked, default, and without emotion—in short, forms that float the same valences every bit whiteness. By exaggerating and willfully reading as well closely, I endeavor in my work to draw attention to the erotic and emotional dimensions of these 'neutral' forms—to precisely those dimensions that are not neutral. In doing so I promise to reveal the ground that is underneath whiteness'south neutrality to be shaky, muddy, and anything but natural. I encounter it as of import to make this intervention on whiteness at the level of feeling because whiteness is so often not felt.
It is articulate that I have consistently been afforded opportunities, invitations, extensions on deadlines, and generous readings of my intentions that have shaped the ways I accept fabricated my work, and the work itself that I accept made. I am allowed to have my fourth dimension, to pursue inchoate ideas, to oftentimes switch modes, and to prioritize associations over lasting commitments to subjects. These are indications my white identity has adamant both the ways I move through and the moves I make within art worlds.
Elijah Burgher
Everybody is "middle form" in us—unless they are mega-rich, at which point they transcend form and ascend to godhood. This, I think, is the crucial hegemonic American myth that disguises white supremacy and destroys any kind of course solidarity in accelerate.
I feel whiteness in my longing curiosity about otherness (which I intend to exist understood expansively, including the religious sense of the "wholly other"). More than specifically, that longing issues from my white homosexuality: a feeling of secretly not belonging, enclosed in belonging and a concomitant longing for belonging elsewhere. Anywhere only here. A longing for a new linguistic communication to not only describe simply create a new self from the ruins of an alienated one. A longing for ecstatic community in the midst of a spiritually bankrupt monoculture. This undoubtedly drives my interest in magick, occultism, ritual, and mythology, which started early for me and now comprises my main subject matter alongside want and sexuality. That longing has a long and complicated history, though, and that's where whiteness comes into play. I'm thinking of the so-called "mod-primitives" in the 80s, the radical fairies and leather folk of the gay liberation era, and the beatniks in the 50s. The roots prevarication even deeper in the past, though, in the sexual politics of colonialism. Homosexual men, particularly, accept oftentimes drawn from indigenous cultures (or a certainly colonialist idea of ethnic culture in general), to conceptualize their otherness and conceive of their communities as forming "tribes" inside a wider culture that rejects them. See, for instance, the seminal work of auto-anthropology near the San Francisco leather community, Urban Aboriginals. This questionable identification entails regurgitation of stereotypes, cultural cribbing, and fetishism, but sometimes also leads to consciousness of racist power structures, activism, and solidarity—Jean Genet's dedication to the causes of the Black Panthers and the PLO, and Harry Hay'southward commitment to labor and Native American activism are 2 examples.
Honestly, one of the effects of my whiteness on my presence in the art globe, the ane that's snapping into focus at the moment, is my reluctance to participate in discussions like this, fearing I will say the "wrong" thing and that I have nada worthwhile to bring to the tabular array, preferring instead to listen in on the conversations of others, all the while knowing I ought to human action otherwise.
Irina Zadov
Prior to my family'due south migration, I understood my race, ethnicity, and nationality in the aforementioned way my Soviet authorities did: I was Jewish. It became clear that I was, in fact, white when my family unit arrived in Los Angeles as refugees in 1991, and I began attending school with mostly Black and Dark-brown classmates. Years passed and my family eventually settled in the suburbs of Denver, where I became immersed in the practices of whiteness. I began to dissociate myself from other Soviet immigrants, to lose my emphasis, and to straighten my hair. My mom changed the spelling of our last names. To neuter, to dislocate, to disappear into whiteness became our gateway into the middle form. For me, this also meant a loss of cultural rootedness, belonging, and an accurate sense of self. Becoming white was spiritually, morally, and psychologically gutting, while it provided innumerable privileges in every other aspect of my life. Becoming aware of my whiteness has complicated my family'southward narrative from that of a people persecuted for centuries to settler colonizers, who benefit from countless forms of structural racism perpetuated by the Us and Israel, in our name. I understand whiteness as an insipid form of violence, both ever-present and invisible, which harms both its perpetrators and victims. I understand that it is my responsibleness to resist, heal, and transform these harms.
Information technology is both a motivator to be and do better and a weapon pointed at myself and my people, reminding me to stay minor or to magnify and middle myself to the detriment of others. Whiteness has manifested in my art practice as a savior circuitous, every bit a strategic adjacency to power, as a refractor that blinds, muddles, excuses poor behavior, and at its best, every bit a motivation for genuine solidarity and accompliceship. Currently I am working with other white-identified Soviet Jewish queers to engage in ancestral healing as a path towards a more rooted foundation from which to practise reparations and collective liberation.
My presence in the fine art world has been bolstered past my proximity to and co-creation with artists of color, immigrants and refugees, femmes, queers, trans*, and nonbinary artists. My whiteness acts both as a lubricant and poison in the h2o of these relationships and collaborations.
Rebecca Stevens
Whiteness ways authorization through erasure. I tend to plummet whiteness and white supremacy—white supremacy may be the term for an agile ideology, but whiteness is its omnipresent reality. Whiteness does not require conscious fealty to it in order to part: information technology has been built over centuries. Whiteness wields ability through authority: politically, economically, and culturally. It erases other modes of being, forms of knowledge, and cultural structures, in gild to obtain and maintain that dominance. This erasure manifests through literal violence and destruction against black and chocolate-brown lives, communities, and property. It also asserts itself more than intangibly through what we exclude from our national, institutional, customs, and family narratives. And it reinforces its own power through the promise of assimilation, and the repeated history of groups (Italian, Irish, Jewish, etc.) "condign" white.
I've always focused on relational and participatory art. Noticing and naming whiteness and other ability structures operating inside acts of participation and acts of relationship within my work (and frequently in the institutions that house my work) has get a principal site of investigation. White people (including me!) always want to escape the continual discomfort of our complicity in racism, whether past denying that complicity or demanding that we be absolved or believing we accept sufficiently addressed it. It takes agile work to counter this. I feel like a thing I tin do is demand people stay in their discomfort, and sit there with them. That's labor I'm capable of, that's work I can accept on, that's making myself of utilise.
The plow towards explicitly addressing whiteness in my work has come out of my grappling with what space I should take up as a white adult female, correct at present. I don't mean that in a guilt-fueled way, but to really ask myself where and how tin I be of utilise and where I should be making room for others. And then for me, it's not only a question of locating whiteness inside my work, but to specifically retrieve about the whiteness of my audience. How can my work make whiteness explicit and need a chat with the white viewers who make it possible? How tin I do this in a style that still rigorously considers where and how I make room for others and actively cede the power that various privileges give me?
Nina Barnett
Whiteness signifies a false and mundane sense of entitlement. Information technology means carelessness, ignorant insensitivity, a fearfulness of cocky-criticality, and shame.
For much of my art-making life, I tried to separate myself from my whiteness, to not admit it directly. I think this came from growing up in South Africa. After 1994 and the end of apartheid, many established white artists (William Kentridge, Marlene Dumas, and Penny Siopis, amid others) fabricated reflective, hard work about their own positions and awareness of the horrors of racial, colonial dominance. This was my introduction to contemporary fine art making and thinking, and while it shaped my understanding of the world, I was eager to step away from the burden of approaching my feelings toward whiteness (or even my feeling towards feeling) in my work. The heavy-handed, unsubtle directness of this work seemed overwhelming and unnegotiable.
I am trying to be more conscious of my white identity and the bureaucracy information technology engenders. It troubles me how the effect of my white identity has afflicted my thought procedure: the access I have/don't take, and the work I am allowed to make/discouraged from making, without my expressed witting awareness. For a while it felt quite paralyzing. Which is non a bad affair, I think—to be held back, and to listen to others instead of staking claim to an idea or a research area.
Svenja Wichmann
Whiteness operates through separation: separating me from my feelings, separating me from others past categorising and stereotyping. Whiteness is also the trauma of not being able to look at myself because of a hidden, suppressed feeling of guilt that comes with white culture'due south vehement past and present.
My white identity first of all leads to the privilege of not being perceived as a white artist but simply every bit an creative person. Never in the more ten years I spent in art schools and other art institutions was I asked almost my whiteness, let alone expected to make work related to or dealing with whiteness.
Lindsey French
Whiteness easily and quietly fades into the background. It creates conditions of scarcity. It is best friends with capitalism. It is an inherited structure that insists on its ain preservation.
My work is fundamentally about developing practices of receptivity. These practices involve consenting to risk, loss (of certainty, or ability, or privilege), and existence changed, altered, or contaminated past another body or forcefulness. This is where I experience whiteness most directly—because these kinds of practices are counter to the rules of whiteness (purity, cocky-preservation, preservation of power, frailty, isolation). In other words, (how) can I reroute the inherent characteristics of whiteness toward undermining white supremacy?
Quietness, passivity, stillness—these are typically tools of white supremacy. These conservative virtues often maintain the condition quo and readapt, rather than resist, violence. Simply timed strategically, can quietness exist used to make real space for someone else's truth? Can embracing passivity allow me to (decide to) lose something that I got unfairly—ability, position, access—or to not grab at it in the first identify? Can stillness be a position from which I recollect the historical and nowadays violences I do good from? I need to practice these things, considering whiteness has meant that I wasn't taught them. I demand to practise with others, because it is in these encounters where I observe community and accountability—and the possibility of forming new structures for sociality.
My white identity gives me access to institutions and opportunities. Other parts of my experience and identity have led me to experience a suspicion that I do non belong in these spaces. This feeling of unworthiness is part of whiteness also.
Jenny Kendler
Much like the idea of "ideal dazzler," whiteness has shifted dramatically over time—which, chiefly, exposes information technology as a synthetic category—and points us towards thinking on who might stand to benefit from the shifting, reconstitution, and maintenance of this category. I recall this understanding of the historical perspective serves as a reminder of what whiteness really is: an invention that enforces and perpetuates bureaucracy and dominion of certain individuals over others—and which has been aptitude over the years to serve the masters of this bureaucracy. Also important: Whiteness is a socio-cultural tool made past people. And then that tells us it can be unmade by people.
My piece of work is primarily concerned with homo beings' complex relationships with the natural earth, and often focuses on climate change and biodiversity loss. The critique of whiteness may not be explicit, but the critique of human exceptionalism is central to my piece of work. In my understanding of the globe, human exceptionalism is the original (and earliest) exceptionalism/hegemony/dominion, and the one which umbrellas all the others, predicating and justifying the general domination of capital over life, and alongside patriarchy, nobility, colonialism, ecocide, genocide, slavery, ageism, ableism, and white supremacy.
I am certain that my whiteness has bought me easier admission to spaces of cultural capital: academic institutions, speaking gigs, museum exhibitions, and and so on.While I am grateful to see this dynamic shifting in the art world, it is certainly still firmly in place in the pinnacle tiers of the art world, where art and capital are synonymous. And these top tiers are all the same centers of power in terms of what culture gets created, supported and proliferated.
kg
Whiteness is Caroline, not Karolina (kar-oh-lee-nah). Whiteness is being able to fight for Karolina and win. Whiteness is existence safe, trusted and belonging, face to face, while someone spits derogatory anti-immigrant sentiments at me, assuming my whiteness means OUR whiteness. Whiteness is promising and makes the forgiving piece of cake. Whiteness is a tool I use, having done nothing to accomplish it. Whiteness is grotesque and unsafe, and I live at that place. Whiteness is hobby craft, traditions rendered like shooting fish in a barrel and corking without the history of the people who accept invented and grown them. Whiteness is taking and diluting.
Whiteness is weaving in the lineage of modernists, racists, appropriators and never having to say peep about information technology, and being coddled by mentors when asking how to challenge this. Whiteness is (not) broad, vague, non-artful, normal, everywhere if you can fit it. The thought that my experiences are universal, that my white vagueness is universal is what I work confronting. My whiteness demands I make in such a deeply specific autobiographical over-sharing detailed AF way. My whiteness has proposed "how do I tell a story, my story" without contributing to the lineage of those modernist, racist, appropriators.
My whiteness has fabricated me distrustful of my ain value and the value of my contributions as a weaver/poet. It has made me cynical of institutions that cover me, knowing very little near me and the work. Whiteness = trust in the art earth and it is not a trust I accept and motion into.
Gwyneth Zeleny Anderson
Whiteness is a lie with real consequences; a rabid avoidance of discomfort, peculiarly when it comes to commencement to try to empathize the pain of others traumatized by white supremacy; a lack of knowledge about my lineage, and the resulting desire to latch onto unlike cultures to satisfy this lack; a detachment from the sources and labor of food and objects; dissatisfaction with the present; fearing that my thoughts, my being, are inherently evil. Finding the actual substance of whiteness feels like focusing on one of those grey dots in an optical illusion. When I effort to look at information technology directly, information technology's gone, but the page is swarming with dots.
I find whiteness in my perfectionism, especially when leaning on the written word to justify what I've fabricated. Information technology's a fashion of communicating to the world that I am in control of my ideas, my materials, my picture—and that I'm a "good" artist because of this power. I associate this with whiteness, since whiteness wants us to constantly prove loftier intelligence and values control. Similarly, the pursuit of more and more opportunities feels like an extension of whiteness. I should always exist showing more than, applying to opportunities more than. Even though whiteness carries the illusion of existence capable and entitled, I think with it comes an expectation that no one is worthy of anything unless you take pushed yourself to extremes. I locate whiteness in the times I've been driven more than past beingness impressive than past being engaged with the actual artwork.
I locate whiteness in an artwork that involved a verse form written by my neat grandmother about wanting to flee Baltimore for the countryside. The verse form was next to an article from the early 1900s about redlining. I made it after moving to Baltimore, in a temporary relocation fabricated out of wanting to spend time learning virtually my family unit's role in systemic racism. I meet whiteness in older performative video work, before perceiving my body as not being neutral. I see information technology in a video I made at an all-white art residency, where I wanted to brand work with other participants, and accidentally created a portrait of only white midwestern urban artists making each other laugh. I besides made a video there that involved pressing on people's sunburnt skin, causing blanching—momentary blotches of paleness where the blood is pushed abroad, then rushes back.
Carrying the knowledge that my ancestors acquired traumas that are withal palpable, and that I still benefit from, is something that influences my thoughts and intentions throughout the mean solar day, which includes my art practice. How I spend time while making fine art is a kind of extension of prayer, meditation, spell-casting. I imagine my energy going towards decomposable the bedrock of oppression, white supremacy, illusions of separateness, even if the art itself isn't head-on confronting these topics.
When I was a teaching artist at a museum, there was a design of white people, myself included, being offered more work than the people of color. Some of the other artists and I confronted our employers about the lack of transparency on how to get more work. I felt confident that I wouldn't lose my task over the complaint—every time I've raised complaints to employers, I don't worry over information technology costing me my chore.
Mairead Instance
Whiteness to me now ways leveraging my body and its privileges (and the platforms I have as a writer and instructor) to make others safe in the ways they desire. I have a scar on my face from doing this. I count Chicago youth equally my heroes and guides.
In my classrooms, I am ever an adult (meaning, I try hard not to require emotional labor from students on my account) and there are always multiple paths to success, many of which the students define for themselves. When advisable, I decentralize myself. I also build pedagogy and classroom practice directly in opposition to the prison industrial complex (which can exist tricky when I am actually teaching inside it, equally I do 2-iii times a month). Some concrete examples are rejecting 3-tier systems and singular definitions of success, using words like "normalization" in art instead of jail, reaching out to traumatized parents, acknowledging the trunk and how information technology feels, and telling my students I love them every day.
Building classrooms that make room for art and love and sincerity, and growth in awareness, while likewise rejecting white power in structural ways, especially in this country at this fourth dimension, is a rigorous practice. Sometimes information technology's hilarious, and sometimes information technology breaks your heart into smithereens. It'due south like being in an ocean.
Sarah Ross
Whiteness maintains the monopoly on norms—and punishments that follow, for those who do not fall into those norms. This is the groundwork of white supremacy. Dylan Rodriguez says that white supremacy is a substructure non simply maintained or enacted through the bodies of white people, simply is as well the very footing on which we stand, the foundation of our being. In this way, the logics of whiteness, much similar (and bound up in) the logics of colonialism, can be taken up past people of color. For instance, people who piece of work as police, in land foster care systems, in schools can and do enforce normalization and the shaping of behaviors, no matter their race or ethnicity.
I of the commencement times I saw whiteness in my work was when I was showing my piece of work Torso Configurations Testing the Resistance… and Archisuits to some students in a prison. Folks laughed at the work (which is commonly seen every bit pretty funny) that features me, a mid-20s white adult female, flopping my body over bus benches and other defensive architecture. I talked about the problems the work was intended to take upward: the mundane violence of architecture and urban planning, targeted at poor and unhoused people. The students totally got it, but too patently said, "If we pushed our bodies through bushes or pressed up confronting architecture in public, we'd become arrested!" Of course. This is also why when I asked my cohort of friends to model Archisuits, some other project that puts bodies in vulnerable positions in public places, all my white women friends volunteered. This was probably fifteen years ago or more, but it got me thinking about how unsettled I was nearly early performance fine art, especially that of white women who were able to be naked, be utterly vulnerable. I hated it and was fascinated by it at the same time. Here, the lingering prospect (or imminent prospect, for the students in prison) of violence towards raced and gendered bodies was made invisible in some of those pieces. The piece of work of Adrian Piper and William Pope Fifty. is therefore so radical, as they take that on and make it visible. Today, I am trying to resist the logics of whiteness in my work and life past taking upwardly projects that are collaborative and also reflexive of the figure of white women. That is to say, the figure of the white adult female has for and then, and then, so long been an alibi for violence and death. I want to resist that and expose it equally a expiry-making tool that white women must transform. I've had several simulated starts, but that is 1 of the things I'g most interested in now.
In my collaborative work, I organize classes and art collaborations in a prison. The prison is a kind of ground zilch within which the material impacts of whiteness, white supremacy, and the histories of racial violence are fully nowadays. I've been doing this for almost thirteen years now, and you can't go a day without thinking about the structural violences—both the mundane and spectacular—that reproduce the logics of criminality and incarceration. Over the years I know I've had feelings of guilt, questioning why I'm there and not someone else, or how and if I might be organizing through white logics, which does affect my practice. Having a collaborative practice makes me even more concerned about this, so for me, the piece of work includes a lot of communication, check-ins, and reflection at all parts of the process. Ane thing that matters to folks in my community (both in the prison house and collaborators exterior) is a consistency of showing up with a politics of care and radical change. This does not supervene upon whiteness, just I hope it is a small way of eroding its logics.
Greg Ruffing
Whiteness channels supremacist notions found in social and religious coding of the virtuousness of "lite" against the demonization of "night." Whiteness makes the earth in its ain image, and envisions itself as the (hetero)norm, the default, the universal perspective that speaks for all lives.
Whiteness turns cultures into mascots and plastic costumes, calls that a "tribute" and offers it for auction. Whiteness colonizes a place and builds cocktail lounges/condos/cul-de-sacs/shopping centers named after the forest it destroyed or the people it displaced. Whiteness so surrounds these places with walls and gates and guards, and builds a monument to itself in the town foursquare.
My hometown was founded past white settlers who were too continued to Northern abolitionist communities, and then it was a major stopping point on the Surreptitious Railroad. However this context was seldom (if ever) mentioned in our schools, and goes by and large unacknowledged today while the boondocks grows into a politically bourgeois sprawlscape that is content to commemorate the narrative of westward "pioneers" and let whatever abolitionist history fade abroad in cobwebbed farmhouses and rusty plaques.
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Jeremy Bolen
Whiteness is seductive and fierce. Whiteness is wildly irresponsible and unresponsive.
I am often unsure nearly my place equally a privileged white male in the U.s. making work in areas I frequently don't live in, that are experiencing massive environmental injustice. I feel similar i productive employ of my whiteness is to apply this privilege to foster productive connections and collaborations. What resources do I have access to and how tin can they be shared with others? When I co-founded Deep Time Chicago, we had the idea of creating a public research trajectory—a fully inclusive culling form of investigation and instruction focusing on environmental injustice, modes of stewardship, and cultural change in the anthropocene. Information technology's not fully realized yet, only we are trying. I am in the center of planning a big projection in Johannesburg, which is tricky on countless levels—just one of the reasons for it is to connect diverse scientific cultural institutions I accept access to around the world with artists, scholars, and activists in Johannesburg, every bit I think and hope it can create a larger dialogue in a place that is suffering in so many ways.
Andrew Mausert-Mooney
I understand whiteness every bit a genocidal tool of commercialism that designates certain people as human and certain people as non-human, to the do good of the increased accumulation of uppercase.
Agreement whiteness and how information technology functions, so that information technology might be dismantled, is an ongoing process for me and has itself been a central theme in my work since I started making films. Initially, out of a vulgar agreement of the task of representation, I addressed whiteness past casting non-white actors in my films. I saw so many white people in experimental movies (despite having the wonderful and world historically important counter example of the work of Kevin Jerome Everson, who I studied under), that I believed information technology was simply more than interesting to have not-white people within a frame. Eventually I began to experience critical towards the limits of representation, especially in the way I was deploying it, and began testing out a desire to make films ABOUT whiteness, where the whiteness of a character had to exist read as a prominent part of the motion-picture show. Those films felt lacking, because without significant analysis they ended upward lending the films the aforementioned tone of reactionary (white) violence I was trying to eviscerate. Through reading, I began understanding whiteness as a tool of oppression to prevent recognition. As I continue to reflect critically on my work and (especially!!) read more, I at present know whiteness is a barrier to global class struggle, and that if we are serious about dismantling whiteness we need to approach it with a class assay.
I went to grad school for art and currently work as an adjunct in art departments at two universities. You merely have to look around at faculty meetings to know that my whiteness is related to why I'm there. I but went to a kinesthesia coming together with about 50 adjunct, full fourth dimension, and tenured teachers and I think in that location were maybe 2 or 3 people in the room who weren't white. Of course, the custodial staff at the same university is almost completely people of African and Latin American descent. It's heinous and typical.
Fine art worlds that are sanctioned past capital—even ones that pay out artists relatively nil, as is the example with small offshoot salaries—function to segregate people by their class and human relationship towards whiteness. You accept to work actually difficult to non become completely segregated. Particularly in Chicago, which is already and so segregated outside of "fine art worlds," it'southward been of import to me to develop relationships with other artists that aren't white. I endeavour to use projects and infrastructures I've helped build (like the TV network I co-direct, ACRETV.org) to take something to offer when starting and so developing those relationships. I try to practice this because I savor the specific artists nosotros've gotten to work with, just also so that I'm not silo-ed in my ain white art globe similar the structures will try and do to you. It's an imperfect strategy.
Christopher Meerdo
Whiteness is all about foundational and fundamental systemic racism that was fix in motion by colonial imperialism, genocide, and slavery. Whiteness is a shorthand for talking about the residual irreconciliation, the gulf in healing, the lack of reparations, and the impairment information technology continues to perpetuate. Whiteness is an abbreviation, a symbol. At its surface, it is a visual marker, a meme, or a tendency. Strip away those surfaces, and whiteness is the violent legacy of white supremacy rebranded every bit the police, the edge patrol agent, the president. Whiteness is watered down, palatable, room temperature, and omnipresent.
I have made work that directly deals with whiteness and other piece of work that does non. The recognition of whiteness inside and effectually me challenges, negates, and pushes the conversation I am interested in having as an creative person. I don't call up the art world is the most important identify for this type of objectivity to happen, because ultimately the art globe does little to influence the parts of society where white supremacy is most pervasive—the criminal justice arrangement and the financial and political sectors—but it is the tool we have and we should use it yet.
Bobby Gonzales
Whiteness is as vague as it is distinct. The shape and class of whiteness is divers by what it denies. Whiteness is the grasping, gasping usurper. Whiteness is a spatiotemporal shape-shifter.
The location and feeling of whiteness in my work lies in my unearned chapters to disregard my race while making piece of work. Whiteness is located in my white body in front end of the camera. I feel that my whiteness is by and large unevaluated past the white viewer, perceived as being a body without race—a place where race isn't present as a conceptual underpinning of the work. Alternatively, I worry that my white trunk is regarded every bit oppressive to people of colour, specifically queer men of color. When I use my torso in my piece of work, it is my endeavor to objectify myself. I can cutting up pictures of my torso to make collage, and I am not worried most the violence inherent in this dismemberment. I ordinarily only use photos of myself for this reason.
The well-nigh primal parts of my white identity are the accumulations of stability, opportunity, and capital provided by it. These are precisely the things that every artist needs to move freely through the fine art earth. If I was even marginally less privileged than I am, I don't see how I'd be able to pursue a career equally an artist.
Sarah Fake
Whiteness is the unspoken say-so of a white body as a universal body, a powerful body, an unquestioned body.
I'm not asked very often about race in my paintings, partly because of the abstraction in my work, but also considering I'1000 non treated as someone who occupies a racialized trunk. This permits me to modify how I depict flesh and body parts in my paintings without existence asked to justify every colour choice based on my own identity. I move betwixt flesh tones and surreal colors (dejection, pinks, purples) according to my own emotional and painterly concerns. Being able to de-prioritize external realities of how dissimilar bodies are seen and treated feels like a function of whiteness in my paintings, not necessarily a freedom only a space in which I'1000 performing a white identity.
I've moved through art institutions with ease, rarely feeling like those institutions were non built for me. Outside of academia, I've heard covert dialogues discussed more openly—art globe folks confiding that they feel encumbered past the pressure to be "woke," discover information technology irritating, would rather not feel pressure to include artists of color in a group show, and and so on. In a chat like that I'one thousand seen equally a condom white person to confide in, so I effort to not remain "safe," to counter ignorance directly, and non to work with those people. Every bit a professor I teach a more inclusive fine art history and resist specific white Western notions of "gustation."
G. Abhalter Smith
I observe whiteness as mediocrity bolstered by entitlement creating homogenized culture past milking willful ignorance.
In my exercise as an creative person and in observance of my white identity, I encounter myself as complicit with shameful memories of familial racism. I seek to exist enlightened and not repeat the harms of my ancestors. I consider audience as integral to my work and I take advantage of notions of "universal appeal" through appropriating and subverting tools of promotional advertizement. I consider joy and delight as meaningful transactions in art experiences. Every bit the founding director of Roman Susan Art Foundation, I seek to share the privileges of my race/class past providing exhibition platforms and opportunities. The best way I tin exercise this is to trust artists.
Charlie Manion
Whiteness unlocks humanistic political philosophy in the abstract, making it seem like our club is already equitable and accommodating. Abstract formal gestures extend that false neutrality into the aesthetic realm—complicating information technology, sometimes, but also masking it farther.
It's inescapable, every bit far every bit I tin can tell, that the interplay between my whiteness and our faux meritocracy determines that whatsoever gesture towards collective liberation is accompanied past a twin pace forward into white domination. My creative success is always a win for white supremacy, no matter what I believe or choose.
Latham Zearfoss
Whiteness is the currency of white supremacy. It is similar a skeleton central, in that information technology unlocks (or locks) value in everything it surrounds or is surrounded by. Whiteness is bossy and whiny and tearing and casual. Whiteness is (pretty) (ugly).
I used to rely on black and brown collaborators, figures, and avatars to push against whiteness in my work. More recently, I have reoriented my tactics toward using whiteness and my own human relationship to it as both hammer and mirror. In this new more self-aware space, I am asking these questions in and around the work, both in process and finish-product: What can nosotros white people learn/teach about moving away from white supremacy and towards liberation for ourselves and others? What does this even look like? How do we push against white supremacy without mimicking its issue? What are the ethics of engaging in a project intended to lessen our (white people'due south) unearned privilege and ability? Why is it so hard to see/know/feel our whiteness? What separates whiteness from white people? How close tin can we get to destroying white supremacy? What, if whatsoever, unique gifts exercise white people take across their privilege? How can these gifts be put to the task of transformative social and racial justice? Does art assistance move the needle?
I've been organizing with other white folks against white supremacist thinking and behaviors for a few years now. Group piece of work like this lends a super helpful accountability to my ain anti-racist values (which I can and then easily choose to bandage bated) forth with a space to process all the messy feelings that come with this work (white fragility is very very real). White supremacy all the same insists that white people are only answerable to their whiteness when they volunteer to be and then. And there is literally no benefit in doing so, beyond the immeasurable—and occasionally ecstatic—benefit of truly living i'south values. Which I cannot recommend enough.
Ruby T
The monster sits here, passively claiming some inocuous european ancestry while secretly avid on the lifeforce of the earth and the majority of its people in the proper noun of judeo-christian notions of "goodness" or "righteousness" or "correctness," all codewords for the hetero-patriarchal capitalist paradigm. The monster appears in endless outfits and bodies such equally father-knows-best, the non-turn a profit industrial complex, my queer ashkenazi jewish cousin claiming not to be white, prisons; a sludgy malaise like to seasonal affective disorder, american yoga, a climate death march.
Ever since I was a child I have had solar day dreams almost being straight, suburban, boring, and brainwashed so that I could avert the work that comes with knowing the truth about my and my ancestors' complicity in white supremacy. My art is the material evidence of my efforts to proclaim, theorize, and exorcise those avoidant and mediocre fantasies through things similar decoration, extravaganza, dress-upward, sex activity, drawing, reading, writing, and political organizing. All of this and then that I can stay closer to truth, which links to freedom. And through so many channels, whiteness has been made synonymous with freedom, fifty-fifty though whiteness is a nihilistic and violent trap that I know has nothing to do with liberty. In this mode, my work is too about trying to accomplish a freedom that opposes but does not lie about whiteness and my human relationship to it.
Avoidance (or worse) fueled past scarcity feelings is so clearly indicative of white supremacy and commercialism's interlocking relationship. I am cultivating a sustained practice of facing this truth and interrogating feelings of scarcity in society to resist collusion with harmful people and structures. When I do accept to collude and participate (and everyone does), I speak out against expressions of racism when they arise. Still, these practices are ultimately defensive; damage reduction at best. And equally I share above, my art practice has some significance when it comes to processing and exorcising my white bullshit, but this work is more gestural and instructive than textile and actionable. So actually, grassroots organizing, educating, and fundraising are the only ways to truly exist accountable in my book. I used to attempt collapsing my impulse to organize into my art practice, just I learned that for me information technology's more constructive to put whatever skills I gain from being an artist, and resources I gain from being white, into direct action.
- From editor Danny Giles: The first definition of a "white picture" is an image that depicts and critiques whiteness as a dominant however often unmarked and unarticulated racial category. It invites visual artists and critics to deconstruct representations of whiteness as part of the process of dismantling it and revealing how it is structured within our society and culture. The 2nd definition of a "white picture show" is an prototype that is blank, empty, or erased or otherwise deals with notions of voids or fugitivity and how artists employ absence or erasure to refuse the ofttimes limiting and violent terms of representation.[↩︎]
- Sara Ahmed, "Declarations of Whiteness: The Non-Performativity of Anti-Racism," Borderlands 3, no. 2 (2004): http://www.borderlands.net.au/vol3no2_2004/ahmed_declarations.htm [↩︎]
Source: https://monday-journal.com/survey-for-white-artists/
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