Matthew Lawrence


Writings

Entang Wiharso, Black Goat Is My Last Defense

5 Traverse Gallery, Providence; for Visual Arts Magazine, 2008

The nature of identity is something that most artists, if not most people, wrestle with, often to the point that it approaches banality.  Background, gender, class, family, and appearance are concepts we all fight despite not really being able to do much about any of them.  However, the duality of identity can be as beautiful as it is oppressive, and as frightening as it is ordinary.

In the Black Goat Is My Last Defense exhibition at Providence’s 5 Traverse Gallery, Javanese-American artist Entang Wiharso approaches many of these themes with a tangible urgency, reminding viewers that personal identity itself should be fought as much as it is embraced.  His large acrylic paintings depict tranquil-looking four-eyed people, thoughtfully studying or knowingly winking at the viewer, sometimes in the same image. In Threatened (2008), for instance, a man who resembles a bald version of the artist looks straight ahead, his lips taut like someone waiting for you to finish your thoughts before offering his own opinion.  These paintings focus on Wiharso’s dual identity as an Indonesian-American, viewing the world with two pairs of eyes.  They are calm pieces with large heads and oversized necks, seemingly oblivious to the vines and objects that attempt to torment them; in Melting Family Portrait (2008), a piece not included in the show, Wiharso paints his own wife and children this way.

The rest of the show is not nearly so serene, however, and a majority of the gallery’s wall space is devoted to bloody scenes of violence.  The triptych Upside Down Landscape (2008) is over eight feet high and almost fifteen feet wide, taking up an entire wall of the gallery.  In it, monstrously large shadow-creatures loom over smaller, violent scenes where arms, legs, tongues and penises menacingly snake around like invasive vines.  A huge, slightly nebulous figure on the left holds a dog, while a clawed penis longer than the figure’s legs snakes upward.  To the right, figures attack and dance on one another.  At the top of the painting, a different scene is taking place, with characters moving along a black hill like a parade of medieval flagellants.  But though the landscape is presumably the central part of the piece, its small size and proximity to the ceiling negate the viewer’s ability to fully understand what’s going on.  It’s a little overwhelming, despite large swaths of blank canvas, but the style seems to indicate that Wiharso works in a frenzy of feeling.

Black Goat Is My Last Defense, the show’s title piece, is composed of aluminum plates depicting life-sized superheros.  Words are written across the bodies like graffiti, and it’s hard to tell whether the words are supposed to represent the feelings of the figures or the artist’s own hatred of them.  It’s not really clear what to make of a Batman with animal ears whose leg taunts “LICK ME!”  On the other hand, this ambiguity is essential to keeping the work interesting.

Unfortunately, due to an unfortunate mix-up, the title piece was held up in customs until after the show ended, as was the goat sculpture that was to occupy the inner gallery.  Though a lamentable loss for the gallery and the exhibition, the absence of certain key pieces also, in its way, highlights the jarring clash of dualities that Wiharso approaches in his work.  As a man living between two cultures (and dividing his time between the two countries), it is significant that one country would prevent him from showing his work on the grounds that the work might be suspicious.

The second, smaller room of the gallery was composed of one large piece, as well as a video projection presenting the pieces that didn’t make it to the gallery in time.  The three-wall mural, Unspeakable Victim: The Story Behind Super Hero and Black Goat, uses a comic-like format to show a Batman-like hero fighting a goat who we see at various points chasing the hero, hammering his head, and swallowing him.  

The goat imagery is somewhat poetic; black goat is sort of like a black sheep, an outcast in one’s own town or family.  It also reminds viewers of a scapegoat, one who can be blamed and persecuted for a larger social ill.   

But the key image, I think, is a small one towards the corner of one wall.  A black goat drawn with a body inside, as well as some eyes and other body parts, and a house.  It’s impossible to tell whether the goat ate the hero, or whether the hero has created a Trojan horse, a means of attacking by pretending to be something else.  Either way, the man has been swallowed, and the angry-looking drawing implies that hiding one’s identity as an offensive strategy is something akin to suicide.  (Perhaps it is poignant, then, that the United States government refused to allow Wiharso’s goat sculpture to enter the country.)

The figures in this piece are bloody, and they taunt one another with their bodies, licking each other’s blood and stabbing themselves.  Genitalia are prominent; penises take various lumpy forms, all of them massively oversized and completely devoid of eroticism, save perhaps one in which a headless Super Hero is endowed with a high-heeled woman.  

Super Hero, the athletic black figure who appears repeatedly throughout the work, looks a lot like Batman, which is notable since the Caped Crusader has himself undergone many identity shifts since first appearing in 1939.  He has gone from pulpy comic book hero to colorful, kitschy TV star, before returning in much darker form as a Hollywood action hero.  He has appeared in radio dramas and at least two animated television series.  Even recent Hollywood films have used four different actors to portray him.   

Batman is, of course, also a man; Bruce Wayne is a well-loved millionaire philanthropist, but no one in Gotham City ever suspects him of being the dark, muscled superhero.  Like Wiharso, Batman must juggle a great many identities; perhaps it is surprising, then, that in interviews the artist aligns himself with the black goat.   

The style of this piece is rough and urgent; on one wall a penciled note saying ‘STABBING HIMSELF’ appears above an image of someone doing just that.  While the sense of urgency might have been tempered somewhat by the detained goat sculptures, the work nevertheless stands as an interesting portrait of a man haunted by the meanings of identity.