“Being cool,” my art-student friend told me during the intermission of Marina Abramović’s new show The Life and Death of Marina Abramović, “is knowing about what other people don’t know about.” Which, he continued, is why he hides his fanboy-like admiration from Abramović from his friends. Nowadays, she’s too popular to be cool.
The performance art world would seem to agree. Marina Abramović has, for four decades, been a noted figure in performance art, and among its most extreme practitioners. Abramović is known for extreme acts; she’s stripped and starved herself, often over long periods of time. Her art sits at the juncture of theater, spirituality, and masochism. If you remember that long scene in My Dinner With Andre, where Andre Gregory describes being buried alive as part of an artwork—Marina Abramović is like that, but with more blood and nudity.
But today, she’s often accused of being a sellout; the art magazine Hyperallergic referred to Abramović’s short dance with Jay Z “the day performance art died,” and even The New York Times has divided her career into two parts, bisected by the 2010 retrospective and exhibit “The Artist Is Present.” In the first, she’s an “avant-garde, inward-looking Belgrade-born experimentalist.” But since 2010, she’s a “celebrity darling.”
Something did change with the 2010 show at the Museum of Modern Art: At age 64, Abramović got discovered. The show was a combination of a retrospective of 40 years of work (actors restaged some of Abramović’s most notorious performance pieces: standing naked in doorways, lying naked with skeletons, etc.) and a new performance piece in which Abramović sat motionless, staring into the eyes of anyone who wanted to sit opposite her. As it turns out, thousands of people did, and waited up to six hours for the privilege. Since The Artist is Present, Abramović has collaborated with Lady Gaga, chilled with James Franco (and worked on a movie about his life), and announced the founding of the Marina Abramović Institute, a school in Hudson, New York, where she will teach her method to students.
Well, if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. While it predates some of the most recent anti-Abramović hype, you can’t help but feel that The Life and Death of Marina Abramović, is in on the joke. It begins with the artist’s funeral—attended by three dogs, wandering on the stage of the Park Avenue Armory—and it seems to wink at the haters, to acknowledge the transition of the last few years and to revel in it.
Life and Death is actually less Abramović’s own creation than that of her artistic collaborators, a kind of hipster all-star cast featuring theater producer/auteur Robert Wilson (Einstein on the Beach), singer Antony, and actor Willem Defoe. According to the program notes—formatted as a large-size newspaper with Abramović’s obituary on the front page—Abramović only provided a few basic incidents from her life, leaving her collaborators to decide what to do with them. She has done this before—offer up her life as the basis for a work created by others—though never at this high a wattage.
The result, unsurprisingly, feels a lot more like Robert Wilson than like Marina Abramović. Stunning tableaus, slow-moving gestures that are at once poignant and absurd, brilliant lighting and staging, and an elliptical form that asks as many questions as it answers. Willem Defoe is unbelievably brilliant, narrating the show in a variety of personas, and rapid-firing bewilderingly complex instructions to Abramović’s performance pieces; a blizzard of dates, affairs, and breakups; and repeated lines which function as mnemonic devices, jogging memory and giving birth to the scenes on stage. Antony’s music, partly performed by the singer himself (who looks oddly like Abramović), is as haunting and unexpected as ever. And Abramović, playing her mother in the first act and herself in the second, is a terrifying presence.