Ray Johnson: In Memory of Moticos

Ray Johnson photo by Bill Wilson

Ray Johnson photo by Bill Wilson

Memory is not an instrument for surveying the past but its theater. It is the medium of past experience, just as the earth is the medium in which dead cities lie buried. He who seeks to approach his own buried past must conduct himself like a man digging.

—Walter Benjamin, Berlin Childhood 

Ray Johnson has been called a mystery artist, outsider and visionary. He’s one of the earliest progenitors of pop art, performance, installation and happenings, and was the founder of correspondence art, phone art, Moticos and nothings. Ray’s body of work has had a growing interest and fascination since his untimely timed suicide, on January, Friday the 13th, 1995.

Ray Johnson with Suzi Gablik as they set up a moticos installation, autumn 1955. Photo by Elisabeth Novick.

Ray Johnson with Suzi Gablik as they set up a moticos installation, autumn 1955. Photo by Elisabeth Novick.

Born in Detroit on October 16th, 1927, Johnson attended Cass Tech High, where his caricatures of Hollywood starlets were a popular sensation. These early drawings were the beginnings of Johnson’s fan-club satire riffs on a celebrity obsessed world — a subject that would hold solid throughout his life. Johnson’s best friend in high school Arthur Secunda, saved his juvenilia from the trash (and in personnel letters),and each one clearly show how caricature, pop-culture and a flippant line, (similar to early Warhol) had penetrated his art.

The Loves of Raymond Johnson, Card 2, 1943 black ink and watercolor on paper 5 x 2.5 inches. Collection of  Arthur Secunda

The Loves of Raymond Johnson, Card 2, 1943, Collection of Arthur Secunda

By combining his classmates and teachers with pop culture heroes like Betty Grable, “spy dancer” Mata Hari and the famous stripper Gypsy Rose Lee, the young Ray elevates his own middle-class life through the power of exotic imagination.–Sabastian Matthews, Messages in a Bottle: Notes of an Unlikely Curator 

Often referred to as the most famous unknown artist in New York, in death, Johnson achieved a kind of fan-club immortality of own. His highly personal art-from, was transformed into miniaturized mass communication. Using everyday letters, books and simplified performances, Johnson opened the borderline between his network of friends and the world, especially between what is human, humble, small and overlooked. He used alternatives to traditional exhibition —to escape and subvert the gallery system and create a thoughtful sometimes humorous art experience, in-the-present, open-ended and free— a style and system similar to ’60s free-form radio, stand up comedy and jazz. Although he embraced a humble process (mail-art, sidewalk displays, collage) Johnson manipulated, improvised and often performed his work like a great jazz artist riffing on universal themes, vocalizing and wailing on modern culture.

He meant his death by drowning as a mailing event. When he sent works of art through the mail to people as gifts, he was describing what he thought were the correct relations among people… An envelope from Ray was like a haiku, a moment of immediacy and indeterminancy, a particularly vivid moment outside the economy, outside the machinery of our culture. It was free.  –Bill Wilson, Dear Friends of Ray, and Audiences of One

Johnson’s work was a parallel world, often compared to the internet and social media. He re-imagined art as gift communication, a part of daily life—and a constant engagement that links the past, present and future into interchangeable symbols; fateful accidents, magic reversals and poetry. His books and letters were simple but intricate puzzles, jokes and riffs, self-contained anti-museums; missives that questioned artistic purpose, collecting, collectors and especially the use of art, stretching it’s boundaries into poetry. Each piece was an offering made for its receiver, often giving specific instructions, with a response or action to follow.

I happen in my work to use words. And perhaps it’s all incorrect that these be looked at in terms of painting or creativity or beauty or whatever. It might very well just be useful objects like an automobile or a chair. And these happen to be things hanging on the wall. And what I wish — well, it would have to be a great interest — would be to try to present what goes into the making of [it.] I never used to believe in a work of art being bought.

-Ray Johnson interview with Sevim Feschi, 1968

Ray Johnson setting up a moticos installation, autumn 1955. Photo by Elisabeth Novick.

Ray Johnson setting up a moticos installation, autumn 1955. Photo by Elisabeth Novick.

Johnson was Warholian ten years before Warhol. In 1955, he used the neologism Moticos, as a Zen inspired name for the asymmetrical pop-art collages he made from newspapers, magazines and found poetry. These forms were organized into 3-dimensional patterns and subjects, then displayed freely in public spaces; on sidewalks and gallery lobbies of New York City. They are often referred to as proto-happenings or guerilla street art. He once described Moticos as “boxcars on a moving train” – a blurred movement and slice of time. The passage of time, was marked by the Moticos, grouped together as thin slices of moveable sculpture, glyphs reflecting the urban rhythms of culture, a portable communication, always rebuilding and ready for travel. Their installation was quick and instant, art that literally “popped-up” on the sidewalk.

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Moticos installation, New York City 1955, photo by Elizabeth Novick

Influenced by an apprenticeship under Joseph Cornell and an earlier Black Mountain College residency, Johnson worked primarily with collage, poetry and ink drawings, connecting with an ever expanding circle of artist-friends that included John Cage, Frank O’Hara, Norman Solomon, Andy Warhol, Cy Twombly, Richard Lippold and Robert Rauschenberg. Collage was Johnson’s way of altering time and memory, using ideas and connections that could flow freely and disseminate between artists and the public quickly and informally. He connected with a small but growing circle of friends through postcards or letters, and tapped into memories (both his own and those of artists, correspondents and general culture) –a strategy that was collaborative and communal. When Johnson took his friend Andy Warhol for a haircut at Billy Name’s tin-foiled apartment in 1959, the silver factory era began — a world where Johnson was an active explorer, instigator and participant.

Ray Johnson January/February

January/February by Ray Johnson, 1966

For many years the work January / February (1966) sat in the Detroit Institute of Arts’ (basement) deep freeze. Even long after his death, and covers on Artforum and Art in America, the work remained unseen. After the museum’s $158 million overhaul in 2007, it suddenly saw daylight. It had currency. Sturdy and mysterious; it looked like a maze of windows stretching across the frame, a flattened connect-the-dots sculpture to fill in yourself, a key work that sums up many of Johnson’s best ideas—a kind of open theater where memory is projected.

January/February recalls Johnson’s ’50s experiments with Moticos, built up from layers of pasted magazine pages and Bristol board, carefully cut and sanded smooth. The work takes on the form of boxes, steps, stacks of books, postcards or a secret architecture with divisions in space. It could be a library, apartment complex, windows, maps or a blueprint of the museum itself, viewed as an overhead diagram, or interior graphic. Perhaps dozens or hundreds of moticos were cut-up and recycled to make this single layered monument.tumblr_mxlt26QFyy1r6ssrvo1_1280

“Moticos” is an anagram of the term “osmotic,” the adjectival form of “osmosis,” which refers to the process of liquid flow between two semi-permeable membranes, and more colloquially, to the gradual process of assimilation or absorption of ideas. According to the possibly apocryphal account offered by Johnson, the term was arbitrarily picked from a dictionary by his friend Norman Soloman; yet, this word effectively evokes the idea of dynamic flow and exchange, qualities that are relevant to Johnson’s developing collage practice during this period. –Johanna Gosse, From Art to Experience: The Pourous Philosophy of  Ray Johnson

January/February is covered in antiqued cardboard fragments, dashes of rubbed out color and words built up on the surface. One of the few words left whole and readable is an almost microscopic clue: undivided. The view is both macro and microcosm, desolate yet dense and overflowing with hidden information, an undivided collection of divisions, randomness and repetition, a visual Zen koan—a specialized viewing field that Johnson developed. The moticos and their reconstruction by destruction was Johnson reinventing himself –reclaiming his original vision as talisman codes. January/February is connected directly back in time to his pop mash-ups of the mid-’50s through a series of snakes and ladders, another symbolic motif that Johnson worked.

As custodian of imagination and memory, the museum is the flip-side of life. It enables accidental communions, collisions of time in a controlled vacuum. The museum is a launching pad for alchemy, an undivided space where one can experience the life force of generations – and tap the memories of growing up beside them. The museum is a space where the material and anti-material collide, where deviant observations are allowed, outside the confines of work, home and society. January/February is a portal into Johnson’s cosmic undivided universe; a doorway into a new consciousness.

All museums are moticos, assemblages of collected time, tombstones of past civilizations and culture. Museums are defined not only by what they contain but by what they ignore, what is uncollected or stored in the basement. When thinking about objects in the museum, an alternative history takes shape, a history reborn in stillness with our own thoughts about culture and all that surrounds us, waiting to be uncovered.

A shorter and different version of this essay appears in the January 2014 edition of ArtForum.

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13 comments on “Ray Johnson: In Memory of Moticos
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    I look at the piece of art on the left (both are by the great mail artist Ray Johnson) and I wonder how it is that he became so famous and the Guggenheim Museum would not have ever dreamed of having arrested while he was alive, but the John and Mable Ringling Museum of Art/Florida State University had Dennis James Gergel Jr. arrested for doing artwork with the exact same intention. Gergel is not a famous artist, nor is he likely to ever be. And if Gergel was to do an update of this Johnson piece and mail it to the John and Mable Ringling Museum of Art/FSU, then I am quite sure he would be arrested again. Life, fame and mail art are not fair I guess.

  2. Dennis Gergel is a lame ass artist and a creep. He should be in jail. His artwork is illegal and it is a waste of space. He should be wiped off the face of the Earth. I hate him!
    8:22 PM

    Anonymous said…
    Dennis James Gergel Jr. is a joke! He is a fool. He is a creep and has no talent at all. He is not an artist, he is a fake! He is just a lame ass, who is a waste of space. Everyone hates him and hope he dies soon. Go to Hell Dennis Gergel! You suck!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
    8:20 PM

    Anonymous said…
    Dennis Gergel is a creep. His “artwork” is creepy. He acts like a creeper. I love to insult him online and send him fake mail art in his mailbox. I post all the time using his name. He is a fool and will never catch me.
    8:36 PM

  3. AnonymousMarch 17, 2018 at 6:03 PM
    WARNING TO ALL OF MY MAIL ART FRIENDS: New Mexico artist Allegra Sleep has been harassing a Mr. Steven High, the director of the Ringling Museum through the mail art network. She is also altering existing add and passes so that they are sent to the Ringling Museum in Florida. People have no idea they are sending work to the museum, because she only uses Steven High’s name and the museum address (e.g. “Return to Steven High, 5401 Bay Shore Rd, Sarasota, FL 34243”). She was banned from facebook under her real name for harassing an actress online. She created a second facebook account under her alias “Alan Smithee”, which facebook also deleted. She uses the alias Alan Smithee in mailart as well as John Ringling, and Ray Johnson. She was arrested for harassing the Ringling Museum, and the U.S. Post Office is investigating her. Please pass this information on to other mailartists.

  4. Dennis James Gergel Jr. was born on August 25, 1970 in Sayre, Pennsylvania. He graduated from the Ringling School of Art and Design in Sarasota, Florida in 1997. He concentrated most of his artwork on the subject of railroading and did freelance projects for Lionel Electric Trains, CSX Transportation and others. He worked fulltime for K-Line Electric Trains located in North Carolina. He did art, design, research, writing and created products for K-Line Electric Trains. Dennis James Gergel Jr. passed away in 2018 at the age of 47.

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