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Silence at UC Berkeley Art Museum
As a part of our ongoing partnership with Art Practical, today we bring you a feature from writer Bean Gilsdorf on UC Berkeley Art Museum‘s Silence exhibition.

Joseph Beuys. Das Schweigen - The Silence, 1973; 35mm film, varnish, copper, zinc; reels: 7.5 x 15 in.; box: 9 x 17 x 17 in. Collection Walker Art Center, Minneapolis, Alfred and Marie Greisinger Collection, Walker Art Center, T. B. Walker Acquisition Fund, 1992. Copyright 2012 Artists Rights Society, New York, VG Bild-Kunst, Bonn. Photo: Courtesy Walker Art Center.
In Alan Moore’s graphic novel V for Vendetta, the main character tells his young acolyte, “Silence is a fragile thing. One loud noise and it’s gone.” On my way to the UC Berkeley Art Museum’s Silence exhibition, I had a related thought: What would it be like to view an exhibition about silence in galleries full of walking, talking, sniffling, rustling people? Would they break my contemplative experience of the work? As an art patron I admit that I am regularly annoyed by other museum- and gallery-goers; and as Murphy’s Law would have it, the day I visited the museum was the monthly free day, attracting a larger-than-usual crowd. As misguided as it may sound, I wanted to see Silence in silence, and what I got was something different—and far richer.1
Of course, John Cage (whose innovative 1952 work 4’33”inspired the exhibition) declared that there is no such thing as silence: “There is always something to see, something to hear.”2 This was certainly true for the experimental films that were shown at the Pacific Film Archive earlier in February, as part of the exhibition’s related programming. The “silence” in the theater during films such as Maya Deren’s Meshes of the Afternoon (1943) was filled with noise: the hum of the HVAC system, the shifting of patrons in their seats, the occasional stifled cough or sneeze. But more than that, the films made me aware of what I was not hearing, which is to say, a tightly controlled soundtrack meant to direct my attention in a particular direction.
Some of the films’ lack of integral noise created an alternative experience, such as the state of synesthetic sound in Steve Roden’s four words for four hands (apples.mountains.over.frozen) (2006), a film in which handmade dots of colored marker flashed on the screen in ever-changing patterns; in my head I could hear horns and other brass instruments, depending on the bright colors that burst into view. Similarly, Nam June Paik’s Zen for Film(1962–64)—what the film curator Steve Said called “the most Cageian film in the series” during the press preview—changed my consciousness. The 8-minute projection consisted of ambient dust and debris on the surface of the film; random dark speckles popped and disappeared and linty threads seemed to wiggle their way across the brightly lit screen. As I concentrated on the chance animation of minute fragments, it felt as though time was stretching to accommodate my focus. Instead of being bored and restless, I became relaxed, content to watch this meditative flow, and suddenly aware of my own breath and presence in the space.

Kurt Mueller. Cenotaph, 2011–13; Rock-Ola - Legend - 100-CD jukebox with collected silences; 65 x 37 x 28 in. Courtesy of the Artist. Originally commissioned and produced by Artpace San Antonio. Photo: Todd Johnson.
Viewing the works installed across the street at the museum, I had a more intellectual experience. In the first gallery, Andy Warhol paintings—two Big Electric Chair works from 1967 and Little Electric Chair from 1965—hang amid a suite of canvases by Christian Marclay that isolate part of the original Warhol image and reproduce it in different colors. The silkscreened word silence on a pink canvas is shockingly different than the same word on a silver canvas, exemplifying how much color affects interpretation. I spent most of my time in this space, looking at the long vitrine in the middle of the floor that contains Marclay’s notes and sketches documenting his labor through the ideas on the works in the room. The notes, which include Internet printouts about the death penalty, are chilling.
























