Critics, historians and fellow artists agree in the documentary Burden that Chris Burden represented a seismic shift in the art world of the 1970s, although they differ on whether that was for better or worse. The divergent views are based on Burden's early use not of paint, clay, film, metal or found material but of his own body, which he had: stuffed into a 2-foot-by-2-foot-by-2-foot locker for his master's thesis at UC Irvine (Five Day Locker Piece, 1971); a bullet shot through while in Santa Ana's F Space Gallery (Shoot, also '71); electrocuted in his Venice gallery (Doorway to Heaven, '73); cut up by holding his arms behind his back as he snaked over broken glass wearing only briefs on Main Street in Los Angeles (Through the Night Softly, '73); and nailed like Jesus to a VW Bug in a Speedway Avenue garage in Venice (Trans-fixed, '74).
In co-directors Timothy Marrinan and Richard Dewey's film that is now available on home video, the talking head representing the traditional art world of the day was the late British critic Brian Sewell, who at one point snorts of a provocative Burden performance, "That's not art. . . . It's just a silly thing people go to see." Burden, who also passed before the documentary was in the can, is shown in the archival footage Marrinan and Dewey meticulously curated displaying real disappointment in being labeled the "Evel Knievel of the art world." Burden was convinced he made art that reflected a sick society while the motorcycle stuntman was simply a "trickster."
What is amazing over the course of the engrossing 90-minute documentary is how the view of Burden evolved to the point where another critic, Christopher Knight of the Los Angeles Times, appears on screen to hail the artist as one of the most beloved and important in the city. This is due to Burden having walked away from performance art in the late 1970s to crank out large art pieces from his cluttered Topanga Canyon studio. His work has been installed and exhibited in galleries and museums all over the world—one major retrospective was at Newport Harbor Art Museum (now Orange County Museum of Art) in 1988—but despite his OC beginnings, we must acknowledge that Chris Burden is a Los Angeles treasure. This is due to late career works such as: Ode to Santos Dumont (2015), a working dirigible that flies in perfect circles to honor the pioneering Brazilian aviator, which was unveiled at a private event five days after Burden's death and later installed as a tribute at the LA County Museum of Art (LACMA); Metropolis II (2011), a kinetic sculpture that took four years to complete and I'd liken to a Hot Wheels track on steroids, which also took up residence at LACMA; and especially Urban Light (2008), an arrangement of 202 antique street lamps on view outside LACMA, where the installation is powered by the sun to illuminate at dusk. Knight claims this "temple of light" is second only to the Hollywood sign in being the city's most photographed attraction.
You don't get a sense in Burden that the artist particularly cared about the adulation he received in either half of his career. He seemed shy and stoic, letting his art do the talking, even while indulging the same media his early work criticized. (Check out the plaid jacket and oversized polka-dot tie a bewildered Regis Philbin rocks during a post-Shoot interview. Talk about performance art.) It is as if Shoot was Burden's lifelong, well, burden, although Jonathan Gold, the LA Times food critic, pops up to say that while he was the then-professor's art assistant at UCLA, Burden flirted with shooting Gold in the arm to mark the 10th anniversary of the notorious stunt. "That wasn't my jam," Gold reports. I'll report that Burden is mine.
Burden was directed by Timothy Marrinan and Richard Dewey. Now available on iTunes, Amazon and Video on Demand.
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Five Steps of Love was directed by Ngoc Phuong Vu; written by Ngoc Phuong Vu and Kimmie Vu; and stars B Tran, Jun Vu and Quynh Chi Nguyen. Now playing at Regal Garden Grove and Edwards Irvine Spectrum.