“I could cry about it. Though I am a gypsy, I am still very devoted to certain things in life. Polaroid for me was as important as a canvas, paint and a brush to a painter. It stops here. I don’t have canvas, I don’t have a brush and I don’t have paint anymore.”
The artist Ulay (Frank Uwe Laysiepen, Solingen 1943) gets emotional when asked about the end of Polaroid, in a TV interview about his new exhibition. Though most famous for his performance art, Ulay has built an incredible oeuvre as a photographer, working solely with the Polaroid instant cameras. It took over forty years, however, before an exhibition was organized, dedicated solely to these Polaroids. Till May 1 of this year, the Netherlands Photo Museum in Rotterdam will exhibit many of the most amazing Polaroids Ulay made during his career as a photographer, which began in the late 1960s.
Where It All Began
Ulay grew up in postwar Germany, a devastated and demoralized country. He considered studying medicine or engineering, and chose the latter. When he left school in 1961, his interest shifted from engineering to photography, though not with a conscious artistic motive. “I took photos in factories, wanted to show the workers entrapped in these massive buildings, and I started doing self-portraits, at that time, using a cable with an Agfa camera.” Soon afterwards, Ulay set up a commercial business for photography - the first lab in Germany which could make color prints in 24 hours. He also had a huge studio in which industrial photographs for fairs and conventions were produced.
I hate nature
I can't stand looking at moons
night after night
Now the sun lies so smooth
over the mountains and the only thing that remains is
a rabbits gentle leap over everything
And now something inside me comes loose
like ice during the global warming
when lots of ice falls into the ocean, becomes ocean
something inside me comes loose
and becomes me
Soon scene serenade
arctic light over the sea and death
I have abandoned my old ideology and my new one is to try to create my own
And I have also had a flower beside me
when they thought I was dead
I have been afraid of death for six years
but it is not until now that I understand that life is short and then again I become afraid of life itself, just like the dodo dances until the day ends and it makes me so happy when I think about that you can do whatever you want and I don't want to wait until they think I'm dead
with having a flower beside me in bed
arctic light over the mountains on the other
sane swing soft serenity
arctic light over both lungs
I sigh, I fall asleep
I make a phone call
I'm tasting blood in my mouth and
she answers with hair she answers with tears
Shame doesn't make you
but stiff in the
I don't like skincare
"constantly moisturize the skin"
I don't like that advice
I can't do it
I lie on the ground and close my eyes,
even though I'm pressing my ear to the ground – I hear
it seems like earth
doesn't have a heart
ha ha, I've always known that
that it's only the ocean that has a pulse
And I have stopped believing in
now I believe,
maybe not only,
but a lot
"A gene is a locus (or region) of DNA which is made up of nucleotides and is the molecular unit of heredity"
it is what it is – it doesn't eat
it feels good no longer being able to blame someone
I no longer need to think about if I'm
middle or under class
I only Am
and it's nice
I listen to Celine Dion and drink beer
that's nature poetry to me
My thought is a flower in my head
the pillow smells pee and I don't care
a full meadow soon blossoms there
I will walk on it when I fall asleep
I will walk barefoot because nature is not very hard
For a period in my life I only wore black clothes
everything is black
When I look through the window I see all the way to
the underground clubs where I used to dream
I loved this city before it had walls
I loved this sea before it bled
and I saw it from
afar and it smelled
I felt it from all directions
Sway sweat sear promises amends
that comes in your mouth, my orgasm
falling asleep to the sound of animals
My lovely fate is to make sure that air doesn't enter the bread bag and makes the
white bread hard
Then you will be disappointed
And in everything they want to remove
It doesn't live
it's not possible
It doesn't eat
it doesn't collect
It's raining violently, drops are whipped
against the windows, and explode and explode and land on rivers
I’ve never heard of, never been to
It feels like someone is touching my hair, fondly as if life is already over and will
but the Day that this weather is warning us
for will come
has already come
"what can't happen" happen everyday
How I love the sound of
because it's useless and unbearable
Once I watched a documentary about Christiania it was about that kids who
grew up there were traumatized for life b/c all the sex and drugs (just another day in
motherfucking paradise). I could smell the smell of abuse and ashtray through the tv
screen, the edge of dirt under the nails
Someone said that I will never be right in the head and that I was and angel, a small animal.
I sat on Medborgarplatsen today and felt
the winds of change
whatever can happen whenever
you never know when the next thing will happen
I pray to the predictable god that I will be
like a jellyfish floating in the water, that I won't
know what will come later that I won't be ready
because it doesn't have smell nor color but it must
Working with Polaroid
In 1970, Ulay started to make photos with a Polaroid Zip camera. He soon discovered that Polaroid’s headquarters was actually located in Amsterdam. He went there and met and befriended Manfred Heiting, Polaroid’s Art Director, who sent Ulay on the road to London, Paris, Rome and New York. Heiting would later co-found the Photography Forum in Frankfurt (1975) and the Photo Museum Amsterdam (FOAM), besides organizing and curating over more than 50 exhibitions. Ulay was provided with the best and unlimited materials, and besides travel photography, he carried out experiments with new Polaroid material as one of their first official photographers. It was the beginning of a unique and extremely productive partnership between a remarkable artist and a unique company.
Polaroid’s instant photography ideally suited Ulay’s desire to explore his identity and body. In the documentary that was made for the exhibition and shown there, Ulay extensively discusses the different Polaroid cameras and techniques he used during his career, and the way he could use these to produce an oeuvre of unique photographs.
Documenting Performances and a Search for Identity
The exhibition shows, in the most explicit way, how Ulay used Polaroid to document his search for identity and intimate performances. Often, a series of photos would illustrate a performance. He refers to these photos as “auto-Polaroids.” A well-known example is the series of photo’s that show Ulay as half man, half woman, illustrating a part of his oeuvre that dealt with travestites, sexuality and the tension between men and women.
Some Polaroids show aphorisms that were typed over the actual photo. They date back from a period in which Ulay was fascinated by writing aphorisms and freewheeled between writing, photography, performances and taking part in actions of the Provos.
The most explicit photos document a performance that was inspired by Ulay’s fascination for the comparison of photographic emulsion and the human skin. At some point, he decided he wanted to go deeper and actually get a transplantation of a piece of skin onto his arm. He first got a tattoo of one of his aphorisms. Then a plastic surgeon cut through three skin layers, and removed the skin with the tattoo on it. During the operation, Ulay made Polaroids over his shoulder, while two nurses assisted in swapping the rolls of film. The skin was preserved by Ulay and turned into a little work of art.
These photos are among many others that show self-mutilation: from cutting into the skin of his fingers, to sewing up his own lips.
In later years, Ulay started to produce life-sized Polaroids inside a camera, the so-called Polograms. “The idea of the life-size came from this incredible beautiful book by French film critic, Andre Bazin, titled Ontology of the Photographic Image. Then I realized that you could combine the performance with photographic image, when the object of the subject in the photographic image is the same dimension as the actual object.” Performative photography was born. The exhibition shows the masterpiece of this technique: the Non Plus Ultra. A life-size photo that was the result of Ulay working literally inside the camera, directly onto the negative, and showing a hand that mysteriously seems to come out of another world towards the viewer.
In recent years, Ulay has shifted his focus more towards the people and cultures around him. People from all social strata – the Aboriginals of Australia, the homeless of New York, the youth of Dordrecht, visitors to the Albert Cuyp market in Amsterdam, and the young models of Chisinau (Moldova). More recently, his work has highlighted the importance of water in sustaining life on earth.
The exhibition Ulay | Polaroids can be seen till the first of May 2016 in the Nederlands Fotomuseum in Rotterdam. A publication about the exhibition and work of Ulay was produced by the curators, Frits Gierstberg and Katrin Pietsch: What is This Thing Called Polaroid (Valiz, Amsterdam). The museum is located in one of the most spectacular parts of Rotterdam, at the Wilhelminakade, next to “De Rotterdam,” the skyscraper annex “city within a city” designed by Rem Koolhaas.
From sewn lips to split genders to slit skin, Ulay’s remarkable, pioneering use of Polaroid photography forecast today’s instant-gratification, Instagramming by decades, and highlights how one of the most important performance artists in history is also one of the most important photographers.