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Sack-White Cube, Black Room, Sweet Scent PDF
Sack-White Cube, Black Room, Sweet Scent PDF
Sweet Scent
Daniel Sack
I
n an antechamber before the closed I step into a small white room, but it is
doors to Gregor Schneider’s 2013 immediately wrong. Fluorescent lights
installation performance Süßer overhead burn with sulphurous con-
Duft (Sweet Scent), a uniformed guard stancy. Where the hallways had been
explains the situation to those queu- the scuffed off-white of the everyday,
ing for the free unticketed event: “You here the walls, the ceiling, and the
will enter one by one. You will have floor are thick with incandescent white
five minutes. You will know you have paint that gathers in the corners into
reached the end by the lit exit sign. Take an impenetrable luminosity. It creates
your time and open every door.” Laconic a haze around the edges of vision, dis-
reviews reveal little, suggesting only that locates the orthogonal axes of the room
the guarded installation is arguably the so that I seem suspended in a ragged,
most controversial offering in the 2013 vibrating density. Nothing could live
Edinburgh Fringe Festival; scant words here. Two small square vents are the
in the festival program mention only only details on the surface. Surely they
that it deals with racism and slavery, that account for a plastic sweetness in the
one must be eighteen years old to enter. air hinting at toxicity. A humming white
When it is my turn I am let into a short noise cancelling all ambient differ-
white hallway with another closed dou- ence also prevents time from passing
ble door at the other end. A passageway as normal. Thinking I know the work
off to the side has been boarded up; I of Schneider, an artist who mines the
would need a screwdriver to pry it loose. subconscious terrors of everyday archi-
Opening the double doors, I find myself tecture, I bask in the discomfort as long
in a nearly identical second hallway. At as time allows. Returning to the hall-
the other end stands another double way, I linger briefly over an emergency
door — distant muffled conversation tells fire alarm recessed into the wall that I
me that the event’s end lies beyond; to had not noticed (some ironic jab at my
my left a niche offers a single door. claustrophobia?) and proceed to the
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second set of doors with its indistin- a Route 66 road sign. Elsewhere, anti-
guishable voices beyond. quated medical theatres rise steeply over
concrete pits studded with drains that
What I’d thought an exit is, in fact, a final once discarded the wet stuff from surgi-
room. It is almost pitch black, and the cal subjects; they now host performance
talking has stopped with my entrance. events. Süßer Duft’s white walls may
I am standing face to face with a naked seem like blank canvases bracketed off
black man. I cannot recall how I react in the timeless discipline of modernist
exactly, but as my eyes adjust I see that painting. Yet Summerhall’s architecture
we are not alone. There are eight or ten of analysis here plays out on the racial-
young men in this small dark room — all ized bodies of human subjects, unearth-
naked, all black. They do not make eye ing the discrimination behind the scenes
contact, but I am watched. Their atti- of a strikingly homogenous Scotland:
tude is one of ease: a few lean against in 1817, at the height of the slave trade,
the walls, others are seated, someone 32% of the population owned slaves; the
brushes past me. Clearly shaken, I pre- 2011 census states that African and Black
tend to play the casual observer before minorities account for less than .5% of a
fumbling for the lit exit sign. population that is 96% white.
Upstairs I emerge into the café at For nearly thirty years, Gregor Schnei-
Summerhall, tables filled with people der’s installations have staged the
chattering away over tea and a scone, interior worries of particular buildings.
oblivious to all that is taking place in the In 1985 a sixteen-year-old Schneider
bowels of the building. The site of the inherited a house in the city of Rehydt,
Royal (Dick) School of Veterinary Studies Germany, and undertook the massive
in Edinburgh for nearly a century, the project called Haus U R inside its walls.
Summerhall complex was purchased by While living in the anonymous house,
Robert McDowell in 2011 and converted so like its neighbors from without,
into an art space. It has since become he ceaselessly rebuilt its interior from
the most adventurous venue in the within. Inside and outside collapsed
yearly festival. The former institutional into walls in front of walls, crawlspaces
frames of the medical and educational between floors, or windows facing
shadow the work shown, betraying a windows facing windows facing walls.
certain preoccupation with defining and Schneider continues constructing his
disciplining the living. The small animal endless fever dream of a house inside a
hospital in the courtyard is now a pub house. In 2001 he transported the entire
where slides of hundreds of biological building to the Venice Biennale as Totes
specimens are inlaid in an amber-lit bar. Haus U R (Dead Haus U R), for which
Bones proliferate overhead, while glass he won the Golden Lion award. “My
cases hold beakers in a cabinet of curi- working method is always one of dou-
osities. An adjoining dining room pres- bling,” says Schneider, “a double just
ents a more troubling display: artifacts in front, just underneath or just inside
from Africa on one wall, masks, effigies, what already exists, or a plausible double
and “primitive” paintings on another, placed at another site. So there is no
oddities of American nostalgia such as invention.” 1 He has “employed” fictional