or, as John Stallabrass calls it, ‘holidaying in other people’s misery’. As I argued
in Chapter 7, the subjectivities represented in reality TV are removed from
any social or political context. Although a large degree of self-reflexivity is
maintained, down to the camera operators periodically being drawn into the
fray, what is kept hidden is the programming, funding, commercial and political
pressures that govern the style and content of broadcasting. Television as an
institution is still veiled in secrecy. Many years ago, Rosalind Krauss accused
video artists of retreating into a narcissistic, hermetically sealed world delimited
by the closed-circuit, corralling artist, on-screen image and camera. There is
little doubt that reality TV does much the same work, but this time manages to
separate the mass of individual couch potatoes not only from their own lives
but, in the one-dimensionality of the representations they see on the screen,
from any deeper understanding of contemporary life.
Video art embracing the personal can just as easily share television’s dubious
obsession with ‘freak show’ documentaries and the narcissistic exhibitionism
that is as endemic in art as in televisionland. Tracey Emin unashamedly spills
her guts in her art as she did famously on a BBC Newsnight Review debate
in which she drunkenly staggered off the set whilst giving her co-panellists
the benefit of her colourful views on art in general and the Turner Prize in
particular. Unlike feminists’ careful linking of their experiences to a critique
of a patriarchal political system, Emin deals in individualised acts of excess.
As she happily declared to a television interviewer, ‘I wasn’t confessing, I was
throwing up.’ The 1990s did not invent narcissism. Even 1980s feminists could
indulge in introspective confessionals, much encouraged by the unblinking
stare of the video camera and its ability to record over long periods of time.
One might think that any woman’s experience aired in public is by extension a
political act, especially at times when women have not been able to speak out.
Back in the 1980s, Martha Rosler held the view that the personal is not political
when ‘the attention narrows to the privileged tinkering with, or attention to
one’s solely private sphere, divorced from any collective struggle or publicly
conjoined act and simply names the personal practice as political. For art this
can mean doing work that looks like art has always looked, that challenges little,
but about which one asserts that it is valid because it was done by a woman.’
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Contemporary reality television and the individualism of art in the early 1990s
contributed to the gushing of purely therapeutic confessionals throughout the
culture and did little to change the conditions under which people lived.
The Internet has now become a major repository for these liturgies of
neurotic interiority. Individuals set up web cameras in their homes, sometimes
one in each room, so that the world can tune in, 24 hours a day, to the banality
of their lives.
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Chris Darke asks perceptively, ‘what is video voyeurism after
all, but a kind of intimate surveillance?’ Contrary to video’s traditional claim
to offer an encounter with reality, this two-way gaze, this mutual super-vision
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