Benjamin Reiss: Air Conditioner & HEPA Filter
Sept 18 - Oct 16, 2021
It is another record-breaking fire season in California, and Reiss’s choice to situate his sculptures alongside a series of would-be preparatory drawings gives “Air Conditioner & HEPA Filter” a whiff of the Manhattan Project. A curious byproduct of the “gee whiz” diagrammatic pop science from which Reiss culls so much of his imagery is a rift between mechanical function and its geopolitical weight; the artist’s brilliance lies in his ability to mush these things back together in unexpected ways. As with the books of Edward Tufte or the drawings of David Byrne, we get to hold both the data and its teleological frame. Reiss is interested in what he terms “consolation knowledge,” or the process by which an uninformed viewer remains materially ignorant while being inundated with data. These scraps of mechanical, scientific, medical, and political information, while dazzling, ultimately afford us no agency, offer nothing to make sense of our situation. A gun is no less threatening because it can be disclosed in a sprightly diagram.
Somewhere in between Joseph Beuys and Carmen Sandiego lies the work of John Bock, Jason Rhoades, Sarah Sze, John Kessler, Marjetica Potrč, Roman Signer, and countless others who have charted globalization’s relentless flow of raw material. To their voices Reiss adds his own peculiar terminology, necessitated by an idiosyncratic specificity that also happens to be utterly universal. Bubblegum might be industrial lubricant might be cake icing might be gunpowder might be denture paste might be breakthrough adhesive. Numnums. Ant trail might be cargo cult might be marching band might be hamster wheel might be turbine fin might be assembly line might be slip n’ slide. Habitrail. Along Reiss’ habitrails flow numnums, ceaselessly, frictionlessly, senselessly proliferating and disappearing in time with the consolidation of knowledge, the repressive effects of ideological apparatuses, and the overwhelming absurdity of postmodern life. Thank God we are human-scale after all.