I’m put off by museums in general; they reek of a holy death which offends my sense of reality. … Moreover, apart from my personal view, most advanced art of the last half-dozen years is, in my view, inappropriate for Museum display. … Museums do more than isolate such work from life, they subtly sanctify it and thus kill it.” [1]

Allan Kaprow wrote these words for the catalogue of a museum exhibition of his own work. The friction between this statement and its context goes some way to demonstrate a tension that invigorated the artist’s practice for some sixty years. This exhibition was in 1967, two decades into a working life that saw him move increasingly away from what he came to call “gallery art” – paintings, collages and immersive room-filling environments – towards public Happenings and, nearing the end of his life, more private and often domestic activities taking place with just one or two participants. An enduring concern of his work was in blurring the distinction between art and life: a concern which, despite itself, was a proposition of and about art. Kaprow sought to remove from his practice certain traditionally recognizable forms and qualities of art, but to incorporate his activities into the discourse of art and sustain his claim for their relevance, he had to continually feed evidence of his work back into the very institutions and contexts he held in doubt. Kaprow was “too canny and self-aware as an artist” to allow his ephemeral events to go unrecorded, and strove to bring his work to a public audience “even if this meant throwing into question his commitment to the living immediacy of the passing moment”. [2]

The relation between the living immediacy of his work and its institutional presence was no less fraught by 2005, when he met with curators Eva Mayer-Hermann and Stephanie Rosenthal to discuss the making of a major museum retrospective with the words “Here’s the problem: I don’t want to have a show!”. [3] Rosenthal later remarked that in that first meeting, the artist was seeking to “sustain a state of confusion – a situation in which everything is still completely open – for as long as possible”. [4]

In the end, that state of confusion was sustained throughout the exhibition itself and even as far as the book produced in its name. And rightly so. Allan Kaprow – Art as Life treads the same fine line between event and document that Kaprow himself so painstakingly navigated over the course of his lifetime. The lifelike art of Allan Kaprow exists not in a gallery nor on the pages of a monograph but in the live, fleeting moments of the happenings, activities and environments he created. To serve his work, the book and the exhibition alike had to hold back from it. The challenge was to foreground the ephemeral experiences themselves, and not the weight of their documentation.

The book makes little explicit reference to the particular challenge it raises just by being there. The sheer weight of the tome – 360 outsize pages of thick, full colour stock – makes an unapologetic claim for its own the authority as a definitive contribution to Kaprow scholarship, and its force as an object threatens to satisfy the reader, as though the book might be enough without the artwork. But despite its lavish form, what saves the book is a careful implementation of strategies borrowed from the making of the exhibition.

The vast majority of those pages are occupied by an extensive chronology of Kaprow’s prolific output between 1952 and 2007, comprising high quality facsimiles of notes, scores, diagrams, photographs and exhibition ephemera largely taken from the Getty Research Institute archive. These pages also include year-by-year lists of exhibitions, writings, teaching appointments, life events and works produced, accompanied by no narrative description or contextualization whatsoever. Such interpretive detail appears separately beforehand, in six newly commissioned essays that critically and historically situate the body of work in relation to the documents that survive it. The final chapter of essays – The Making of a Retrospective – consists of texts by the exhibition’s two curators, who also co-edited the book with Andrew Perchuk. These two essays set out the particular challenges of mounting the show and outline approaches developed to accommodate them, and in so doing they offer an implicit criteria with which to consider the success of the book itself as a sensitive account of the practice it describes.

An illuminating passage from an earlier essay warns that when one “feels ‘finished’ after reading the illustrated instructions or watching the video” of an Activity, one “does not necessarily feel any urge to undertake the Activity to truly experience the artwork.” [5] It is this demotion of the force of direct experience that the exhibition sought to avoid. It finally presented an intentionally overwhelming quantity of material arranged by media rather than strictly by project, “so that an overview would ultimately exist only in the viewer’s mind”. [6] Likewise, the book includes an excess of documentation in its chronology, the quantity and detail of which is almost impenetrable in the uninterrupted format it takes. Above all this format succeeds in giving the impression that something has happened, or has been happening, without allowing it to happen again for the reader of the book. Though the volume is immaculately designed and exists as a substantial, thorough and pleasing artifact in its own right, it refuses to leave the reader sated. We remain readers: not participants, not witnesses, but those who come after, to watch the work without encountering it directly.

Published just two years after Kaprow’s death, the book resolves itself as a kind of eulogy for lost work. There is no returning to the works themselves, but we may visit what remains of them. Through the chronology that emerges as our primary means of approach to the work, we watch the documents in private, with the voices of its mediators standing some chapters apart in separate texts. Again, what is true of the exhibition is true of the book: “The objectlessness of a Kaprow artwork presents us with something that cannot be fully assimilated within the public arena of the museum or gallery. It is always, in part, ‘something purely imaginary’, that we, like the artist, are ‘free to explore’ in ‘a beautiful privacy’”. [7]


Book review commissioned by a-n Magazine 2011:
Eva Meyer-Hermann, Andrew Perchuk and Stephanie Rosenthal (eds.), 2008. Allan Kaprow: Art as Life. London: Thames & Hudson

All quotations are taken from essays within the book:

[1] Statement by Kaprow in the catalogue for his 1967 exhibition at the Pasadena Art Museum, cited in Agency for Action, Stephanie Rosenthal: p. 57
[2] Writing the Happening: The Aesthetics of Nonart, Alex Potts: p. 27
[3] Agency for Action, Stephanie Rosenthal: p. 57
[4] Agency for Action, Stephanie Rosenthal: p. 58
[5] Time Pieces, Glenn Phillips: p. 40
[6] Agency for Action, Stephanie Rosenthal: p. 63
[7] Writing the Happening: The Aesthetics of Nonart, Alex Potts: p. 27