The young Bas Jan Ader
LIARS are in guest editing power and we SUPERSWEET prostrate in front of their regal selves. We do as you command, your majesties. Jump off the roof; ride in into a canal; or sail out into the angry Atlantic Ocean never to set foot in LA again! Well, we aren't taking that last command too seriously, we are just fooling around impersonating Liars’ much beloved artist Bas Jan Ader, who, no pun intended, has been lost at sea since 1975.
Fall II, 1970
The adventurously romantic, albeit brief, life story of Bas Jan Ader began in April 1942 in the war-ridden Netherlands where he was born to a loving family of Dutch Reformed Church’s ministers. Not much longer, he lost his father to Hitler’s anti-semiotic raid. No, his father wasn't Jewish, but he was charitable enough to help Jewish victims escape, hence off with his head by the Nazis.
A few years after the tragedy, Ader, now a teenage boy, tried his hands in art at the Reitveld Academy, but by insisting in using only one piece of paper for all coursework during his school years, Ader, as one could expect, failed. This, however, did not tear him to pieces - emotionally. He hitchhiked to Morocco and got himself on a yacht heading for the States. As fate had it, after an almost
year-long sailing, Ader found himself marooned on the Californian and found his way back into art enrolling at Otis Art Institute. There he met his soon-to-be wife Mary Sue Anderson, who happened to be the daughter of the school director. They married, eventually, and Ader took up a teaching career at several colleges and university in the West coast.
Ader’s artist career is at its peek in the 70s and his works are conceptual by nature. Mastering a 16mm, Ader started creating short, black-and-white films that would later become the landmarks of Ader’s artistic career. Talking about the subject matter in Ader’s filmic works, SS would say it centres on a fall - more precisely, the act of falling. In his films, Ader was captured falling on a roof, falling from his bike into a canal, dangling from a tree branch and subsequently falling into a stream, or letting bricks fall onto cakes, flowers and eggs.
Movements, actions and consequences play a vital role in Ader’s films. As the camera angle is always fixed and non-moving, the audience is allowed to view the actions pictorially, though with no power to intervene. Ader also plays up his viewer’s expectation. In Fall II (1970) a cyclist is spinning down a narrow lane adjacent to an Amsterdam’s scenic canal. In a swift second, he seems to have lost control, or perhaps he deliberately does so, and rides onto the bank, then into the water. The simplicity of the action - a man riding a bicycle - disrupts the viewer’s expectation of a tragic incident that subsequently incurs. There, too, is this very subtle sense of sadness, despair and tragedy.
Interestingly, Ader’s works are never overtly and fatally tragic. Fall I (1970) depicts Ader seated in a chair on top of a roof; he twists and slowly rolled down falling to the ground. In Nightfall (1971) Ader carries some heavy cement block tiptoeing over strings of lights; then no longer to bear the weight, Ader drops the cement on the glimmering lights one by one, imprisoning himself in darkness. Both scenes incite suspense, discomfort as well as unknot those tensions at the end. As a performer in his own works, Ader is subject and object, the performer and, at the same time, the performance. He acts upon himself, re-positions himself in an unlikely situation, essentially making himself vulnerable, subjected to the force of nature and challenging the authority of an artist and his control over his oeuvres. Also, Ader’s works explore the relationship, and the difference, between art and documentation of life. Yet, life and art are intertwined, as Ader becomes an active agent in his own artistic performances.
What is also perceptible in Ader’s works is resistance and inevitability, of somebody fighting against the gravity but eventually succumbing to it. Strangely enough, Ader’s works are not entirely pessimistic. Given the small-scale tragedies and implied violence - falling, smashing, hurting, etc. - the audience is perhaps encouraged to see beyond individual works focusing on its meta-theatrical nature and fixing their gaze not into the performance but the performer, whose perpetual presence and engagement in his works implies something about life that is persistent, ongoing, never giving up. This is a very adamant, highly metaphorical journey of Ader’s life as he continued to challenge himself and the boundaries of his own artistic visions.
In his last experiment In Search of the Miraculous (1975), which is the second part of his diasporic triptych, Ader set himself a task of sailing single-handed in what was the smallest sailboat across the Atlantic Ocean. This ended in a real-life tragedy of Ader’s disappearance (and his presumed death). His death seems to have facilitated the metaphorical merging of his artistic vision and his philosophical stance, that the artist/performer has eventually subsumed by his art/performance.
Check out SUPERSWEET's collection of Bas Jan Ader's film works in our Art Gallery.
Words: Poonperm Paitayawat
Images: © Bas Jan Ader
In Search of the Miraculous, 1975