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Kyle deCamp on “Urban Renewal,” Part of Crossing the Line 2013
“In some ways it’s very much about innocence and loss of innocence,” the artist Kyle deCamp told me over tea a week and some ago, “and our collective complicity in this fantasy that we live these autonomous private lives that are constantly at odds with power.”
DeCamp and I were discussing her newest work, Urban Renewal, which opens this week as part of FIAF’s Crossing the Line Festival, supported by the Hermès Foundation’s New Settings program. Urban Renewal is just one of several pieces in this year’s festival that explores issues of community and politics, through a study of deCamp’s own experience growing up in Hyde Park, Chicago in the 1960s.
In 1963, when deCamp was just seven years old, her childhood home—“a red-brick row house, the sort you’d love today”—was leveled as part of an urban renewal scheme responding to transformations in the neighborhood, originally conceived as an urban village for the University of Chicago. But the plans for the transformation were stopped in their tracks, and for decades, the block on which deCamp’s house had stood remained vacant, until recent changes in the neighborhood, which counts President Obama as his family as residents, led to new use as an open space. But it was that image of empty, disused space that kicked off deCamp’s process for the show.
In the late ‘70s, deCamp made her way to New York City after studying at Sarah Lawrence, where she worked in the downtown scene as a dancer. She made her premiere with Douglas Dunn at BAM, and spent a number of years in the milieu around Merce Cunningham, where she served as an assistant to Charles Atlas as well as performing with choreographers like Charles Moulton and Karole Armitage.

By the mid- to late-80s, though, deCamp’s practice was changing. First, she decided she wanted to speak in performance again, and began working in hybrid performance and theater with the likes of the Builders Association, John Jesurun, and Richard Foreman. As a creator, though, she found herself drawn to a sort of documentary theater practice in which she, as an artist, served to embody and explore socio-historical research.
“I decided that my work—despite a completely allergic reaction to solo work, I hated solo dance, theater, blah blah blah—would be solo work, but wouldn’t be about me,” she explained, noting that this was somewhat out of the mainstream in the era of identity politics and solo performance emerging from the downtown scene.
Her first piece was Luteplayer (1991) which explored the tension between high and low art forms through Caravaggio’s painting of the eponymous musicians. 1993’s Ladyland saw her tackling the experience of Jimi Hendrix’s exploitation by the music industry, through the perspective of texts drawn from a dozen real women from Hendrix’s life. And in 2000’s Out of Breath, she explored iconic ’60s actress Jean Seberg’s persecution through Seberg’s own words, both as an actress and an interview subject.
Urban Renewal, though, is something of a change of pace. By the late ‘90s, deCamp was returning to the studio to re- explore her movement and acting practices, and in the spring of 2001. At the same time, she became fascinated by her own memories—something that had never been incorporated into her work before, as the text and material had all been drawn from historical sources. In the early spring of 2001, deCamp began a long-term writing exercise, in which she began recording her memories of her childhood—beginning with that vacant lot—writing each day in what she described as almost a “trance.”
“I felt like I’d been working from the outside in” she explained, “and I wanted to explore a practice that was working from the inside out.”
Instead of researching sources, looking at photos, talking to family, she spend several months intensely engaging with her own subjective experience, stopping only when the trauma of the 9/11 attacks, which she watched through her apartment window, pushed her into new psychic territory.
Those writings became the source material for Urban Renewal, in much the same way Seberg’s movie lines and interview texts, or the texts of women from Jimi Hendrix’s life, had formed the bases of earlier pieces. “I realized I was doing research!” she told me. “I’m researching a child’s memory of something that already didn’t exist by the time she was seven. So already I had a kind of container around it, which is that I was going to explore as truthfully and as rigorously exactly what I remember.”
Several years later, when deCamp was in an MFA program at the Rennselaer Polytechnic Institute, she began building the piece with video artist Joshua Thorson, and an early work-in-progress version was shown at EMPAC. In the piece, deCamp tells several intersecting stories. The first is her own personal narrative, reconstructed through her writings. The second is the history of the place now known as Chicago, from prehistoric times through its settlement by Native Americans, their displacement through European colonization, the construction of the city, and the urban transformation wrought by the Great Migration, including the construction of the now-notorious housing projects. And third is the political-intellectual history of urban design and planning, from the origins of “imminent domain” from the Magna Carta through European common law, to the history of colonial architecture, Baron Haussmann’s transformation of Paris, and Le Corbusier’s modernist design.
The three narratives are mapped geographically during the performance on multiple planes through the video design, which incorporates hand-drawn animation, creating a polyvalent performance space inhabited by deCamp as she intertwines the narratives until they intersect in 1963 in that vacant lot.
“I think my pieces are about those without power and how they’re functioning within a given invisible system,” deCamp said of her work overall. Like previous pieces, Urban Renewal explicitly plays with the intersection of the personal and the political, both fully indulging the power of personal narratives while placing them in a broader cultural and political context.
“My hope is that through the intimacy of my performance—in contrast to the enormous scale of this visual, spatial, historical world—that through my remembering about a childhood place and spaces in buildings, that I will create portals of invitation for everyone seated in the audience to trip into their own memory of childhood places,” deCamp explained. “I’m trying to invoke a private remembering of their own spaces, whilst at the same time I’m inviting them to come along through my own evocation of this particular place.”

| BWW Reviews: Kyle deCamp Chips Away at Accepted Realities in URBAN RENEWAL |
March 3 6:09 2014
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In early October of 2013, Kyle deCamp and Joshua Thorson presented Urban Renewal at FI:AF on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. Based on deCamp’s experience growing up in the Hyde Park neighborhood of Chicago in the 1960’s, Urban Renewal reveals the commonly kept secrets of an era through memories, perceptions, and politics couched cleverly in deCamp’s unflinching personal narrative.
After viewing Urban Renewal this past October, I had every intention of writing a simple review of the piece and being finished, but as I wandered home from the performance, I could not shake the feeling of having been exposed to information that had been intentionally buried for many years – a veritable missing link. deCamp’s willingness to draw the map, so to speak, of the last fifty years through her own story unearthed questions about my own identity, both as an individual and as part of the American collective, which I somehow felt unprepared, or perhaps unentitled, to answer. She had finally chipped away the surface of where and when and deliberately plunged into the vagueness of how and why.
I have to question why most of the history within Urban Renewal was new information for me. I am a product of the Midwest and a former resident of Chicago. I was educated in the United States, but the term urban renewal was not one with which I had been intimately acquainted through education or informed exposure. My experiences had made me aware of “dangerous” neighborhoods and “safe” neighborhoods. I knew that some neighborhoods used to be safe, and I was vaguely aware of episodes, which always seemed like the ancient histories of now unchangeable realities, that caused many a safe and thriving urban community in the Midwest to fall into rapid disrepair. While each city’s story is eerily similar, the real cause, the history leading up to the each incident, has somehow been deemed a mystery.
A collective willingness to accept mystery as an explanation for anything will surely throw us off the scent of truth. deCamp tracks her way back to the scent trail of historical accuracy through the beautifully harsh lens and no-nonsense voice of an acutely unaffected, yet supremely aware, younger version of herself. In a seamless line of communication between the innocence of youth and the moments that stealthily settle as demarcations between what once was and what is becoming, deCamp not only reveals her personal history, she inches it alongside, under, and above the events that were, unbeknownst to herself, shaping her world. I could not help but long for the opportunity she had created to sit down with her young self and somehow, without ruining any of the goodness, explain what was really going on. It is a modest act of heroism, letting us into her personal narrative in order to clear up that which we have been encouraged to accept as a mysterious truth. In doing so, deCamp innocuously airs the dirty laundry of not only her generation but also the actions and expectations of the generations that preceded her own.
Through her stories, deCamp puts her life in relationship with the history of the world that surrounded and formed her experiences. While I was not shocked by the nature of her stories, I was pleasantly surprised by her frankness. As a Millennial, I feel I am part of a generation without a history, and while I have never understood or questioned this, my personal reaction to deCamp’s honesty revealed a protectiveness that I had never seen as an impediment to finding my personal history until it was so overtly disengaged. In the dialogue of Urban Renewal deCamp discusses the racism, displacement, failure, distrust, abuse of power, drug culture, and human rights struggles that directly link the “dangerous” neighborhoods of present-day, Midwest cities that I have been primed to avoid without question to their lineage. In discovering their history, I discover my own: the situations my parents’ generation has hidden in an effort to protect their children, the shame and guilt of my grandparents’ generation, and even the generations before. In accepting mystery as an explanation, we feebly erase our history. What remains are the deepest, darkest, most difficult lines to hide: the lines of trauma, guilt, shame, and desperation. These are the stories that we speculate about but cannot answer because they are locked in secrecy in an effort to protect us, the next generation, from the trauma of shame and guilt.
After many weeks of reflecting, contemplating, and finally sitting down with deCamp and discussing the work, I am realizing that the feeling that has haunted me since leaving the theater stems from this question: Why didn’t anyone tell me? Her journey had unloaded years and years of questions to which I really had no answers. For all practical purposes it was her story, but it was also our story. History. History, which my generation, myself included, assumes began and ended before we were born. We exist in a state of “problem solved” mentality. Everything that needed to be sorted out was sorted out by our grandparents, so that our parents could lead lives with greater opportunity and less difficultly which, in turn, would lead to our existence in a world where we have been labeled as “entitled” to opportunities that were inconceivable not so long ago. I wonder about our personal histories. Are we entitled, now that the road has been cut before us, to go back and track the sent of truth? Have we cultivated the courage to use our stories, especially our mistakes, to unveil the repercussions of our actions? Do we know our own experiences well enough to see them in relationship to the whole experience? Are we bold enough to chip away at our accepted realities to not only blow the dust away from when and where but to then lift the lid on why and how?
| BWW Reviews: Kyle deCamp Chips Away at Accepted Realities in URBAN RENEWAL by Kayt MacMaster – March 03, 2014 |