
At the end of April, Shirin Neshat's film installation
The Last Word (2003, above) premiered in Washington
at Irvine Contemporary. It's one of the most important works of art made in the last decade. Seeing it for the first time in several years -- and for the first time since Iranians protested the country's last election -- reminded me why.
The Last Word is about the power of a security state and the courage and voice of the artist who creates under the promise of institutional terror. During the 17-minute film -- Neshat's first film installation with narrative dialogue -- a team of men threaten a woman, urging her to talk about nebulous, perceived misdeeds. (The film is based on the life of Shahrnoush Parsipour, an Iranian novelist who Neshat says was imprisoned four times -- once for five years -- by the Iranian government. She was never charged with a crime and finally fled Iran for the United States.)
The design of the film is spare: The authoritarian men wear simple white, button-up shirts, the woman wears black. The male protagonist sits at a long table. The woman sits across from him. At the beginning of the film there is one large ledger-book in front of him. During the course of the film, other men pile up other books in front of him. The film begins with the woman walking toward this man. When she arrives, he says, "You've been keeping your distance, but of course we've been kept an eye on you, following your every move," says a middle-age man who serves as some kind of state interrogator.
The woman says nothing.
"Why don't you say something? Are you afraid? What are you afraid of?"he says in a taunting voice.
The woman says nothing.
"I'm not here to harm you, we just have to clear up a few issues," he says, raising a menacing eyebrow at the word 'issues.' "You're the only one who could do that."
She still says nothing.
"Others have given up and confessed," he says. "You can't pretend any more. Not only did you take a wrong turn, you led others too. Don't you feel guilty?"
Nothing from the woman. The man becomes angrier. "I can make you regret being born. But you must know... your situation is very grave... Do you know how much evidence we have against you?"
Not a word.
Finally, partly prompted by her defiance and, apparently, partly by the mere fact that someone of her gender would dare be defiant, he erupts.
"
Woman! You've crossed the line. You have written subversive words.
Woman! You are guilty of corrupting human minds. Guilty of poisoning human souls." He stands, hovering over her, trying to physically intimidate her. "Your imagination is that of darkness and darkness is the place of the devil and you woman with words full of sin, words full of darkness, words, full of words, full of lust, words full of rage..." And he continues yelling but we can't understand what he's saying.
Finally, the woman responds with poetry. "I come from the land of dolls, from under the shade of paper trees, in a garden of a picture book, from the droughts of barren trials of friendship and love in the dusty streets of innocence from the years when pallid letters of alphabet grew...." She continues, reciting in a chanting melody, as the man and his cohorts stare in stunned silence. At first her voice is first shaky, then it is stronger. Her interrogator falls silent, transfixed, his mouth slightly open. Having staggered the regime with the beauty of her words, the woman walks away. Neshat's point is clear: Self-expression provides an avenue of freedom, individuality and liberation from whatever confines us. It wins. Insist upon it.
Just a few years after Neshat made
The Last Word, Iran's creative classes proved her right. In the wake of Iran's disputed 2009 election, artists, graphic designers and others found
ways to subvert the dominant regime's stranglehold on Iran's communications infrastructure. Mostly young people used art, design (and Twitter) to circumvent media traditionally used for organizing protests.
Neshat's film is about the power of the creative class to speak truth to power. A few years later, in her home country, the country from which she's been effectively exiled because of the range of her voice and the regime's fear of it, Iranians proved her right.
I can't think of a time-based artwork more worthy of being shown in the East Room of the White House during one of the Obama administration's now-familiar evening arts events. Imagine what it would say to the world if the White House invited an Iranian exile -- an artist
effectively kicked out of her country because she's an artist with an international audience -- to show a work of art about the power individuals (and artists in particular) have to challenge dictatorial regimes. It would highlight that art and artists are engaged in the sociopolitical discourses of our time. It would remind the world that the United States offers freedom to creative peoples who are deemed threats to their home governments.
Related: Unfortunately it's not clear who would initiate such a presentation. The White House
has no art adviser. The National Gallery of Art doesn't advise the White House on incorporating art into White House programs and I don't believe that the National Endowment for the Arts does either.