The Globalising Wall in the 2012 Adelaide Festival's RESTLESS exhibition

Some of you have been inquiring as to what I am doing here in Adelaide. Well, all is about to be revealed.

Danae Stratou, my partner, is presenting her video installation THE GLOBALISING WALL as part of RESTLESS, an exhibition presented in the context of the 2012 ADELAIDE FESTIVAL – which is opening tonight (18.00 at the Samtag Museum, Adelaide). 

Danae’s piece is based on (a) a video made of photographic stills that she took during our travels (that produced her earlier installation entitled CUT – 7 dividing lines) and (b) the concept of some Globalising Wall which I came up with in the context of a  joint presentation first performed at the New York Brecht Forum in 2007. 

Description of the video installation: The video (of which a sample can be seen below) is projected on a free-standing wall. Viewers are enticed to walk behind the wall’s front (where the video is projected) by means of a stripe (printed on the wall under the projection and listing the divisions the images depict) which winds to the wall’s other side. Once there, the viewers are confronted by the first paragraph of the text below (which I wrote for the official catalogue).

Catalogue entry: 

THE GLOBALISING WALL

Fences have a longstanding relation with both liberal individualism and imperialism. Good fences were meant to create neighbourliness amongst the propertied and to guard their individual freedom against the encroachments of the ‘other’, most notably, of course, the state. But as is often the case, the truth had a nasty underbelly. For the same material (a precursor to the 20th Century’s barbed wire) had been used to erect the Enclosures which uprooted whole populations from their ancestral lands, first in England, then in the colonies. Fences, in this manner, ushered in commodification. Initially, it was the fenced land that was commodified, priced in accordance to the wool or the corn that would ‘grow’ on it. Almost immediately, it was the turn of the human toil exerted within these fences to be commodified too, to become waged labour. Once the mechanical loom and the steam engine were thrown into the mix, the path toward the commodification of almost everything was thrown wide open.

However, something happened to fences after 1945. They started turning into impenetrable walls. What used to be relatively porous barriers were sealed off, the pores plugged, their openings cemented. Ceasefire lines turned into human-free zones, no man’s lands gave their place to immense fortifications the purpose of which was, curiously, not so much to fend off a foreign army but to sever the normal ebb and flow of humanity. Even rivers were seized as opportunities to create perfect divisions while some oceans, most famously around Australia, suddenly lost their iconic potential to unite, ditched ancient customs of solidarity at sea, and acquired the symbolism of division and the ironclad logic of exclusion zones.

This unprecedented determination to divide perfectly erupted in disparate places at roughly the same time, shortly after the Second World War. As the last old fashioned Empires were collapsing, this newfangled type of wall spread like a bushfire: From Berlin to Palestine, from the tablelands of Kashmir to the villages of Cyprus, from the Korean peninsula to the streets of Belfast. When the Cold War ended, we were told to expect their collapse. The Global Village was the new paradigm which promised us a world without barriers; a world in which we would all be as good as our wares. Instead, they grew taller, more menacing, adamantly opposed to human movement across them, longer. They globalised, almost in a bid to poke fun out our delusion that we were shaping an infinitely mobile, integrated world.

From the West Bank to Kosovo, from the killing fields of old Ethiopia to the US-Mexico borders, their spectre was upon us. It is as if they were merging into some Globalising Wall that was weaving its way across the planet’s face, hell bent on reshaping it in its own image. Before we knew it, it infected societies that had never known division previously, often following the path of invading Western armies; it sprouted in our Western cities, begetting ‘gated communities’ which were then transplanted in Cairo, in Rio, in downtown Bagdad. In the name of security, the Globalising Wall is spreading generalised, debilitating insecurity to all those caught in its path. And given its incessant proliferation, this means all of us.

Danae Stratou’s new work attempts to capture The Globalising Wall’s stirrings on a constructed video. Using stills that she took during our travels to seven of the Wall’s original ‘sites’,[i] she put together a moving strip of images that expose the Wall’s unyielding motion, its audacious reach for new lands to divide, its monotony, its aesthetic, its sense of hideous purpose. The video is projected on a large free-standing grey wall upon which The Globalising Wall appears as it would to a passenger travelling on some imaginary train that speeds past its intercontinental length. The steady pace of the video projection; the audio which alludes to the imaginary train, but also packs actual sounds recorded in situ from the depicted places; the fixed strip that runs along the grey wall just under the projection in a loop (embracing and circumnavigating the free-standing wall and imprinting upon it the names of the places that appear on the video); these are the elements which Stratou combines in a work that seeks to ameliorate, perhaps to annul, indeed to counter-oppose, the horrid divisions it depicts.

Yanis Varoufakis

September 2011

[i] The Green Line dividing Cyprus, the barb-wired Ibar river that cuts through Mitrovica in Kosovo, Belfast’s ‘Peace Walls’, the minefields in the grey zone between Eritrea and Ethiopia, the fortified Line of Control on the mountain ranges of Kashmir, the Wall of Shame that cuts through Palestine and, last but not least, the paradoxical US-Mexican Border Fence which can be seen as Globalisation’s greatest irony. 

A glimpse of Danae Stratou’s video of THE GLOBALISING WALL (please note that this is an earlier version; not the actual exhibition video that will be presented today in Adelaide) 

10 Comments

  • Have you included somewhere Robert Frost’s 1914 poem “mending wall”?
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mending_Wall .

    The whole poem at http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15719 .

    quote:

    ” ‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
    Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
    Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
    What I was walling in or walling out,
    And to whom I was like to give offense.
    Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
    That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
    But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
    He said it for himself. I see him there
    Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
    In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.”

  • It seems to me that globalization with its unchecked capitalism is taking us back to a feudal system. Feudal systems built all those castles and walled towns. I am still amazed that no law ( check) stopped the creation of CDS’s and that the world economy was allowed to become a global casino, to all intents and purposes.

  • Their inner suffering is much more worst than the suffering of their victims.

  • Its spectre is indeed upon us and you must be both congratulated for your wonderful perception of the reality of these walls; particularly the gunshots driving your message home.

    However, another set of walls came to mind as I read your catalogue entry:

    “However, something happened to fences after 1945. They started turning into impenetrable walls. What used to be relatively porous barriers were sealed off, the pores plugged, their openings cemented.”

    They are the walls created around the financial institutions that have stopped the flow of new, free enterprise equity capital investment, into new industry right down at the grass roots of all nations. All constructed to enable the increasing flow of government borrowings, in turn, flooding into and swamping the global “Markets”.

    Your combined exhibition should be set up permanently in every city on the planet and I for one thank you both for taking the time to so thoughtfully construct it.

  • If Ghandi had been alive today in occupied Palestine, he’d probably be kidnapped and placed in indefinite administrative detention by Israel, without trial and little hope of release (hence the word “indefinite”).

  • Well done Danae and Yanis.
    Viewing your video a “funny” thought came to my mind: the Centre of our Globalised World, the Temple of the Minotaur to use your inspiring metaphor, lies at at Street called Wall!