Nick Cave Turns the Park Avenue Armory into a Dance Hall

Nick Cave at the Park Avenue Armory, 2018.
Nick Cave at the Park Avenue Armory, 2018.

“We live in exhausting times and we are all in need of a savior,” Nick Cave tells me as we settle into one of the Park Avenue Armory’s 19th-century period rooms. It is a remarkable statement from a contemporary artist whose life’s work has addressed what it means to be a black man in America.

Celebrated for his iconic Mardi-Gras-meets-Muppet Soundsuits—named for their swish and rustle when worn, and what he calls his “bling-bling sparkle-sparkle factor”—Cave has woven fantasy and flash mob into his lexicon. But his rainbow sculptures are more than a shiny array of tassels, pipe cleaners and synthetic hair. Referencing African masquerade and religious vestments, Soundsuits bestow a second skin on their wearers, obviating inherent biases about race, gender and class.

Cave made his first Soundsuit from twigs in 1992, a response to the LAPD beating of Rodney King. In 2013, collaborating with Creative Time, his performance piece HEARD NY infiltrated Grand Central Station with a dance troupe in colorful horse-sized Soundsuits, in an attempt to force commuters from their daily fugue to an innovative dream state. In 2016, his paradisiacal Until—as in “guilty until proven innocent”—deployed millions of plastic beads and over 10 miles of crystal across a football field expanse at MASS MoCA. Scattered with lawn jockeys and images of guns and teardrops, the exhibition was designed to instigate dialogue on social injustice. Aesthetically, Cave described the experience as being inside “the belly of a Soundsuit,” posing the rhetorical question: is there racism in heaven?

Nick Cave's Arm Peace, 2018. Courtesy of the artist and Jack Shainman.

Yet now, Cave says, we have officially entered unchartered territory. While politics have always galvanized resistance and self-expression in artists, there is an existential urgency today that he describes as “a collective sense of wading far into unprecedented, choppy waters.” But what if we could release our frustration and fatigue through movement? His voice is quiet and resolute, with the slightest trace of his Missouri origins. After nearly two years digesting the rise of this administration, he is ready to unveil his artistic response to the 45th president of the United States: a gargantuan, shiny multisensory haven to speak our minds and move our bodies—to coalesce and reclaim a sense of freedom.

This is the central dogma of The Let Go, Cave’s grand, carnivalesque summer fling for the Armory: dance party as both rejuvenation and protest. Part installation, part discotheque, from June 7 through July 1, Cave transforms the conservancy’s 55,000-square-foot Drill Hall into a kinetic frenzy—with live music, DJ sets, school groups, church choirs, hula hoopers, Soul Train lines, Twister games and yes, Soundsuit invasions. There is also a schedule of Let Go community events: a Freedom Ball, outrageous costumes encouraged; Up Right dance performances, orchestrated by Cave and accompanied by the baritone of Jorell Williams and Vy Higginsen’s Sing Harlem Choir.

“We are all in distress as we are just trying to bring a level of understanding to the state of the political climate,” Cave explains. “It is a different type of presidency with behavior that we have never, ever experienced before. How do you process that every day? You are dealing with your own shit and then on top of this, you are thinking, Oh god, what is going on in our country?”

Cave, a professor at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, describes the stream of letters the school’s president Elissa Tenny has issued this past academic year. “Since fall, she has had to write about six letters to the campus addressing current affairs, which is very unusual,” he says. “So I’m thinking, Wow, this is how she is going to be spending her time, trying to comfort and bring a sense of security to our student body.”

Nick Cave's Soundsuit, 2009. Courtesy of the artist and Jack Shainman.

But rather than lament reality, the Armory dance party—like his Soundsuits—is a form of empowerment. For Cave, who trained with Alvin Ailey, dance is as much emotional catharsis as political act. Conceptually, The Let Go hearkens to club culture of the 1970s and ‘80s. “When I need to escape, when I need to work something out, I just let it go on the dance floor,” explains Cave. “I thought about the Armory’s Drill Hall turned into a dance hall, in response to a town hall,” he says. In a real sense though, The Let Go is a jubilation. “This surreal celebration defies categorization, so New Yorkers of all backgrounds and ideologies can find renewal and selfhood.”

“We are always looking for art projects that challenge the orthodoxies,” says curator Tom Eccles, director of the Center for Curatorial Studies at Bard College and longtime Armory curatorial advisor. We are seated in the building’s cavernous main hallway, with the rhythm track to our conversation provided by Cave special projects director and collaborator, Bob Faust, who is wearing a Soundsuit and posing for the camera.

Cave at work on one of his Soundsuits, worn by collaborator and special projects director Bob Faust

Over the years, the Drill Hall has become synonymous with site-specific, unconventional participatory art. Last year, Ai Weiwei’s Hansel & Gretel—a high-tech surveillance zone of hidden cameras, infrared drones and face recognition software—streamed live footage of guests as projected snow- angel imprints onto the floor. Some critics found the project merely entertaining rather than provoking any serious discussion about society’s creeping authoritative tendencies. But the two are not necessarily at cross- purposes, according to Eccles. Armory projects are successful when people forget they are looking at art. And audience diversity matters to the storied cultural institution. “Nick is someone whose work calls in very different audiences than we might normally have at the Park Avenue Armory,” says Eccles. Enticing viewers who might not otherwise immerse themselves in a rich, sensory experience is core to the Armory’s mission. “We are on the Upper East Side, which might as well be Riyadh for many folks in New York,” Eccles chuckles. He contrasts the Tate Modern’s Turbine Hall, similar in scale but with myriad options in the museum vicinity. “It’s a hike up here and people expect to spend at least an hour,” Eccles says. “One way you engage people is with a sense of playfulness.”

Indeed, that wonder and whimsy is perfectly encapsulated in The Let Go’s show-stopping centerpiece: a 100-foot-long, 40-foot-tall mylar curtain that streams across the Drill Hall dance floor and is sure to set Instagram alight. Chase, as Cave has named the metallic sculpture—as in young black men being chased by the police—evokes one of Tina Turner’s dresses on steroids, with foil fringe in layers of black, red, green and blue.

Nick Cave's Wire Tondo, 2017. Courtesy of the artist and Jack Shainman.

“Nick walks such a fine, intelligent line,” says Armory president and executive director, Rebecca Robertson. “The issues are represented there, but then he asks you to let go in a way that brings people together.”

In conjunction with The Let Go, Jack Shainman Gallery is showing another integral facet of Nick Cave’s practice, lending a sense of slow disquiet to complement the Armory’s extravaganza. The exhibition “Weather or Not” is a series of tondos—circular wire, bugle bead and wood sculptures, some as large as six feet in diameter—created by mapping cataclysmic weather patterns onto brain scans of black youth suffering PTSD from gun violence. The tondos suggest shooting targets, climate change and Soundsuits, but most of all, an imminent sense of danger. In May, the single new tondo at Jack Shainman’s Frieze New York booth tantalized fairgoers.

Taken together—the unapologetically optimistic dance hall and the swirling, sumptuous tondos—reflect Cave’s vernacular: as dark as truth may be, art can heal the soul.

“If I were here, I would be texting my friends, ‘It’s Friday, let’s meet at the Armory and go dance for two hours before we go to dinner,’” says Cave. “If you are inhibited about dancing, you have the dance instigators there to help you. And Chase is always moving. You always have a dance partner.”