PEREGRINE HONIG

On Reality Television Artsport Programming and Blowing Willie Nelson

Peregrine Honig in her Studio. Photo Mike Sinclair

 

COMPILED & EDITED BY MIKE MILLER

In 2011, writer Greg Zinman asked Peregrine Honig 12 guestions for Elle Magazine about her 2010 sojourn on the Bravo reality extravaganza Work of Art, known also to some as Survival Manhattan Studio Jungle.

Greg Zinman: Were there any differences or tensions between how you conceived of your work and how that work was represented on the show?

Peregrine Honig: Being on a reality television show is about living in a green room and existing backstage twenty-four hours a day on a nightless, bookless, musicless road trip. The inside jokes are endless, you randomly stop to drink and eat, it’s exhausting and annoying, but something is always about to happen. I made a good friend on this trip, Nicole Nadeau. I stood for countless hours in the same room with Jerry Saltz, a writer I’ve followed for over a decade. I met small people with big names. I mastered quoting Simon de Pury in the voice of Count Chocula. I had a fine time as long as I remembered where I was and what I was doing.

The art making process is intimate, so even if you leave the space you make it in, that energy still stays with you. So there I was, exposed and expectant. Everything took more time and was consolidated. This is the nature of the reality show as a medium. I recruited myself, my identity. I signed endless paperwork and put a moment of my life in the hands of a team of talented strangers to edit and debut as a show about art.

Artists are the Anglerfish of the sea. We follow this funky little light and manage our lives. Artists rarely get picked first for conventional sports, so it was entertaining to be chosen early and take home silver.

GZ How insightful or helpful were the crits, and are there any pieces of advice you received or insight gained from your time on the show that you've taken with you, post-Work of Art?

PH The doors opened to the public immediately after our allotted studio time expired and critiques would bleed into the morning. Trying to remain sharp made us skittish and funny. We would switch drinks off camera in hopes of future blips and behave childishly until the militaristic selection process started. I was impressed at the guests who showed up to be critics for the first season of a show. We, the artists, were temporary media sculptures. I was disposable. I knew it. I was curious how the critics would be judged by the art world when their episode aired.

I’ve been reading Jerry Saltz’s conversations about art since I was in my late teens. I’d attended panels and lectures where I listened to him speak about the nature of the art world. I was hopeful Saltz would be name enough to drive and draw an interesting jury in an intelligent direction and create an ornery audience. His wife, Roberta Smith, has always had my ear and she’s a Kansas girl. I wondered how geography would affect how I was considered.

Some of our visitors were awkward fits but it was the first season — no one knew what the puzzle picture was — kittens in a basket, a map, something to show off that black light. Our third critic “changed his mind” about his initial “dislike” of my piece to a “like” and was grumpily reprimanded. “You can’t do that,” everyone snapped. Doh!

GZ How has your having been on the show affected your creative process, if at all?

PH I developed compulsive habits — some I had to break myself of and others I pointedly retained. Because music, books, natural light, and privacy were removed from my studio practice, I lost all sense of time. So I started rituals —I would sweep the space around my desk and wash my hands before and after I entered the room. I still do this. I regressed because being watched constantly is invasive and terrifying. I enjoyed the company of the staff and producers so it was hard to relinquish my privacy to them everyday for months.

GZ How has your having been on the show impacted your career?

PH Having millions of strangers watch you do anything in their living rooms is going to change the way you consider yourself.

I really enjoy curating and I like being on different sides of walls, seeing situations from multiple directions. I curated myself into a television show plugged by the wonderful and dainty Sarah Jessica Parker. My host, China Chow, emerged to every critique feathered, sparking, sleek, or elegantly tussled in breathtaking shoes. Once they panned in, Chow was placed on an apple crate in Uggs and pecked at by hair and makeup. I understand and appreciate film as a medium in a very different way now.

Lying got old. I told my husband to tell people I was on a book tour during the filming. I had finished Widow, a four-year print project formatted as a fashion magazine with Landfall Press, a month before auditioning for Work of Art. My television identity relates to the images in Widow and added a great layer to the piece. The contract we signed to remain silent or get sued for a million dollars was erosive. My husband finally broke down and explained where I was when his parents voiced concerned for our marriage. His awesome depression-era Georgian father reprimanded him for breaching the contract. “You signed,” Lewis scolded. I called my grandmother on my birthday during the filming and she asked what channel I was on. Adorable.

I’ve had an interesting life so far and being on a reality television show has made my life more and less interesting. The impact of being on television has enriched and marginalized my career. Bigger doors have opened to me, but the ratio of which thresholds I want to step through is equal.

Earlier this year, Julián Zugazagoitia approved my proposal to turn The Nelson- Atkins Museum’s two golf carts into a birdcage and a chariot. The project was exciting because the museum got on board very quickly and the christening of the sculptures was incredibly well attended. There’s no way to mark how being on television positively affected the fabrication and success of the work and the opening, but I am more sensitive to media as a narrative tool. When I speak, I can hear the sound of my voice, not just the words.

GZ. Were you allowed to sell the work you made on the show?

PH We signed away the individual pieces but I had assumed this would happen. I spent the first half of my stipend for the final show on silicon and plaster to make molds for the wax horses, baroque frames, and children’s heads. The second half covered documentation, printing and framing of the Twin Fawns, human hair for the horses, hiring a red-haired girl in a green dress to walk around and comb the horses, and renting a cotton candy machine. I have my molds, my source material and images, the twin fawns, my hands, and my mind. I made decisions about Fair Game, my final show, with Work of Art’s restrictions in mind.

There were pieces I created on Work of Art that acted as props for larger ideas. The time restrictions allowed for me to make prototypes and maquettes of my work. The camera became part of the final medium to my construction and I started to produce with video documentation as a framing device. The Widow Having a Conversation With Herself, two small-battery operated televisions turned on to static facing each other through a passageway I had sewn from storm screen, died during the critique. The light from the glass faces turned and reflected through the black mesh until the batteries ran out of juice. There was something satisfying about the piece no longer “operating” when we were brought down for the selection process. The piece’s conversation had run its course.
 
GZ Were there any misconceptions about your role in the show that you've had to dispel?

PH People have a pretty clear sense of how reality television works. It’s sort of like Tina Fey’s take on Photoshop — everyone has one relative who thinks that picture of Sarah Palin in an American Flag bikini holding a rifle is real. I didn’t audition for a reality show thinking I had any control over the editing process.

A lot of people think they know me because they recognize me. I get fan mail. It’s awkward and awesome.

GZ Why do you think there was so much hostility from the art world towards the show? I'm thinking of various blog posts, reviews, and of Jerry Saltz's candor about how he faced criticism from his art world friends for participating on the show. By that same token, a lot of people seem to love the show, and think that it can help popularize contemporary art...is WoA the art world's secret crush?

In 2008 my friend Rita Brinkerhoff and I took a class from the fabulous cartoonist Linda Barry, Writing about the Unthinkable. Barry admitted to reading her long lost high school journals with great hope of finding early genius. She read each entry, and eventually compared the writing to a monkey running through the Battle of Waterloo searching for bananas.

I was making work about popular culture and social hierarchies and mocking paparazzi publications when I auditioned for the first season of Work of Art. I was already headed to Miami when the director of a residency I had attended posted the call.

My decision to be exploited and exploit myself provides me with endless avenues to consider my work as pop culture and how people respond to my ideas through the television as a medium.

I’m fine with television being a resource for people who want to feel closer to something they are afraid of. If a television show motivates one teenager to stand in front of a painting that pulls him or her over the dark side of the moon, pass the remote.

GZ What role or place do you think Work of Art has in the contemporary art world?

Ha! What role does anything have in the contemporary art world?

GZ Does the structure of WoA allow for the creation of great art? Or do its restrictions (the specific challenges, the time constraints, the fact that the artists are always being observed, etc.) preclude the creation of great art?

PH Who knows what allows for great art. Goya would not have created his black paintings on camera with a microphone noodled up his front and a battery pack latched onto his linen pants. Great art is relative and making bad art is part of getting there.

GZ How accurately does •Work of Art• portray artists and the NYC art world?

PH There is a reason jokes are funny — it’s because there are recognizable truisms. My favorite joke to date — “What’s the worst thing you can hear when giving Willie Nelson a blowjob?” answer, “I’m not Willie Nelson.” It’s not to say that Work of Art is an old skinny hippy with braids wearing denim that looks so much like Willie Nelson you end up on your knees in your mind to laugh at the joke. It’s that Work of Art looks like what it is and references the NYC art world — something that also looks like what it is. Both are abstract and both will sustain skinny hippy boys and girls with braids wearing denim until the end of their time.

GZ What do you think viewers can learn about art from watching WoA?

It’s easy to get emotionally attached to strangers.

GZ What would viewers be surprised about the show that they don't see broadcast?

PH I own a nine-year-old lingerie store. It’s small and beautiful and it pays for my studio. All of the producers have stopped by and bought pretty things. Simone de Pury is a lingerie connoisseur.

GZ Finally, please tell me what some of your current projects and plans are.

PH I’m writing you from La Pueblo de Cazalla. It’s Feria so all the women and their daughters are dressed to the nines in polka dots, beaded peinetas, with roses pinned to their heads. Old men are singing cantes and the girls are dancing sevillanas on the sunflower seed shell peppered floors of tiny bars. I have a Beatrix Potter book in my backpack.

What are my plans? I guess you’ll have to keep watching.

 

Peregrine Honig, Widow (cover), Published February, 2010.

PEREGRINE HONIG
(b. 1976, San Francisco, California, Lives and works, Kansas City, Missouri)

Recent Solo Exhibitions include Fashism, Dwight Hackett Projects, Santa Fe, New Mexico, 2008; Pretty Babies, Geschiedle, Chicago, Illinois, 2007; Whiskers for Prada, Aruba Ballroom, Las Vegas, Nevada, 2006: Albocracy, Jet Artworks, Washington, D.C., 2005; Patriot Acts, Acuna-Hansen Gallery, Los Angeles, California, 2004; Mint Forest Drawings, Geschiedle Gallery, Chicago, Illinois, 2004; New Work, Byron C. Cohen Gallery, Kansas City, Missouri, 2004; Boys and Veils, Dwight Hackett Gallery, Kansas City, Missouri, 2004; Alphabeta, Greg Kucera Gallery, Seattle, Washington, 2000.

Selected Group Exhibitions include The Diane and Sandy Besser Collection, de Young Museum, San Francisco, California, 2007; Sattelite Exhibitions, Bridge Art Fair, Miami, Florida, 2007; Scope, New York, 2006; Nova, Chicago, Illinois, 2006; Identity-Sexuality-Gender, Contemporary Art from the Collection of Thomas Robertello, Kinsey Institute Gallery, Bloomington, Indiana, 2005.

 

Selected Collections: Albrecht Knox, Buffalo, New York; Kemper Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri; Chicago Art Institute; Fogg Art Museum Seattle, Washington; de Young Museum of Art, San Francisco, California; The Milwaukee Art Museum; National Museum of Women in the Arts, Washington, D.C.; Whitney Museum of American Art, New York, New York; and Yale University Art Gallery, New Haven, Connecticut.

Awards include Art Omi International Artists’ Residency, 2008; Inspiration Grant, Satellite Exhibitions, 2007; Creative Capital Development Program, 2007; Art In the Loop, Laura DeAngelis Celestial Flyaways, 2006; Avenue of the Arts public arts project grant, 2002; and Charlotte Street Fund, 2002. Other Activities include: (1997-present) Owner and director of Fahrenheit Gallery; Contributing writer and illustrator to Review Magazine; and Cofounder of Satellite Exhibitions.

www.peregrinehonig.com

Blonde Screamer, watercolor 30 x 22".

Distant Terror, watercolor 30 x 22".

Lotus Bride, watercolor 30 x 22".

Southern California, 37 x 35".

Artist Statement

Allowing myself to make artwork about fashion was an indulgent and necessary development. My drawings needed to be bigger because they were moving physically forward. After coyly naming the series "Fashism", I was wisely reprimanded by the critic Zane Fisher for the weak combination of "fashion" and "facism" for a title. The more appropriate and honest title of the new work came me to me a month after the show opened.

When I get to Miami or New York and pull out the card that gets me past the beautiful crowd, into the front row seat of a fashion show, my heart always skips. I still feel like it isn’t quite my place, that I don’t quite belong, that somehow, even with the store and the focus of my art, I have managed to slip in uninvited. So I rechristen my work with all the love, emotion, and labor that has gone into understanding it. I am the first to sit in front of my art, decide on this season’s trends and colors, models and themes. I am V.I.P. These girls in my new work are "V.I.P.": first off the line to be ushered into the club. They are bizarre and overtly sexual to the point of primal indecency. They follow trends to the edge of racism and criminal intent. They will wear anything to be beautiful and young, noted and admired. There is no limit to their acceptance of ornamentation as a vehicle for displaying luxury and defining fashion.

 

Being raised in a feminist environment can trip a budding fashionista on her heels. Coveting luxury goods from an objectifying industry did not coincide with the "Our Bodies Ourselves" mantras and aesthetics of my childhood. Sure, I believe in gender equality and I continue to fight and raise money to ensure women’s rights locally and globally. I also believe there are women who are more beautiful that other women. I am talking about the outside, the surface and facade.

I enjoy the glistening shell the fashion industry delivers to me. Perhaps the environment I was raised in allows me step back in a way less politically nourished women are able to. No amount of dieting, makeup, surgery, or jewelry will transform me into the six foot tall Japanese Brazilian girl slamming her lean frame down the bright runway. Her skin is amazing, her body defined and unconventional. While I desire to slip inside her and view the world from behind her smoky eyes, I understand that this is the wonder of fashion and the fashion industry. She is a luminous screen draped in silk and I project a reality onto her. The narration behind my projection determines my version of the show’s success. I am obligated to my aesthetic.

The Fawns

I came upon twin fawns in the display case of a mom and pop toy and science store in Kansas City, Missouri. It took me two years to win the trust of the shop owner and save the money to buy them. A taxidermist spotted a dead deer by the side of the road. He stopped to properly dispose of the body and realized she was pregnant. He opened her and found near full-term twin fawns, he removed and preserved them.

Deer rarely have twins and the taxidermist retained the uterine gesture of their bodies. I built them a vitrine with a light blue base. Their prematurity exaggerates the delicacy of an incredibly sweet thing. The points of their hooves, the length of their lashes, the spots of their hides, nose to small nose in an ur-cartoonish realism … Viewers' eyes trick them into believing the fawns are breathing. The tragedy of beauty is its transience.

The twins live forever in their own demise. They are sleeping beauties.They have been muses since I first saw them …

We dress death in lilies and bronze the names of our dead sons on walls. We erect altars of toys and hold candlelight vigils to express hope. My twin fawns sleep endlessly on their baby blue block in my studio. The twins never opened their eyes yet their wondrous fatality evokes an acceptable alternative to death.

— Peregrine Honig