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John Massier
Margaret Cogswell: Buffalo River Fugues
Catalogue Essay: HALLWALLS CONTEMPORARY ART CENTER

Margaret Cogswell’s site-specific installation Buffalo River Fugues belies its own reality of hard, emphatic industrial materials with a lyrical eloquence that is almost tender in its application. It is as though the remnants of industrial ghosts past to which Cogswell is alluding surface as lines of melody realized in a gallery space. Ductwork and conduit are drawn three-dimensionally throughout the space and the multiple allusions to heavy industry emanate with reverent lightness.


Experientially, Cogswell’s installation is striking in its unavoidable contrasts. The gargantuan forms of industry diminish us when they loom before and over us—paradoxically, in much the same way that natural forms such as mountains, canyons, and rivers diminish and humble us. Cogswell uses our familiarity with this relationship to her advantage and great effect. Though her installation is succint and concise, the physical presence of enormous ductwork in the gallery is nonetheless startling by its allusion to an omnivirous scale.


Undercutting the weighty presence of the ductwork, electrical conduit snakes about with a serene grace, punctuated at specific points with lantern boxes, housing the looped images of white candles, burning down and then burning up again. The conduit, in particular, elaborates the sensation that the installation has been drawn in space. It all looks convincingly functional (and some of the conduit does, in fact, power specific elements in the exhibition), while simultaneously reading as what it is: a purposely-aesthetic realization, both a sculptural installation and a drawing rendered with galvanized steel and electricity. Industrial calligraphy.


The scale and materials set us up with certain expectations of volume and noise and cacophony and yet almost everything else in the installation cuts against the grain of this expectation. The environment is astonishingly serene and the sounds that are heard reach us not through an abrasive dissonance but at levels so intimate they almost whisper. A lone radio beside some abandoned toolboxes emits a remix fugue of aspirations and lost dreams: fragments of songs, evangelical prophecies, and tourists exclaiming the wonder of Niagara Falls. Cogswell’s audio elements are sentiments with no place to go and enhance the notion of abandonment within the space, particularly the sounds of an old steel mill like a labored exhausted breath.


Fugue is a double-edged reference that Cogswell utilizes with maximum flexibility. It is a musical reference relating to the repetition of a particular theme with variations within the repeated lines. It also refers to a disordered state of mind, specifically when one has wandered from home and experiences a memory loss related to the environment that has been rejected and left. Taken together, one could surmise a hauntingly elegant cycle of lostness, fueled perpetually by a forgetfullness as to the nature of the loss.


Buffalo River Fugues is the third in a series of River Fugues, in which Cogswell has explored the complex and still-changing relationship between humans, industry, and river systems—not merely in an elegiac manner, but in consideration of multiple layers of meaning within these relationships. She does not simplify the equation and lionize the natural world at the expense of industry, as though the latter’s contribution were merely degradation and environmental havoc. The elegance with which the installation is realized extends to each component and not merely the sense of loss.
Industry too has a certain irrefutable magnificence about it and it is impossible not to recognize this in Cogswell’s treatment of her industrial materials and components, and the undeniably hypnotic—one might almost say romantic— footage of hot steel running through a mill. In some sense, that is beauty incarnate. Her use of ductwork reflects a thicker brushstroke, but one equally compelling and valid as the lines of conduit or the delicate flicker of a candle. Industry is not a villain; it is an equal partner, a co-conspirator and enabler of progress.


It feeds us, fuels us, burns us, scars us. It’s beautiful and horrible. It makes our lives better, easier, and devastates the natural world. Like a musical composition, Buffalo River Fugues is constructed from fragmented parts because only a collection of elegant fragments suffices to reference the complex interdependence we share with the natural world we subsume and the industry that enables us to do so.


John Massier
Visual Arts Curator

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Eleanor Heartney

Margaret Cogswell: Cuyahoga Fugues
Catalogue Essay: SPACES WORLD ARTISTS PROGRAM
ISBN # 9667008-6-4

"The authentic artist cannot turn his back on the contradictions that inhabit our landscapes." -Robert Smithson

It is rare for an artist today to dwell on images of industry. From the perspective of contemporary art, it is as if the factory, the steel mill and the oil refinery do not exist, or have been relegated to that portion of consciousness where unwelcome realities are entombed and repressed.

Yet this was not always so. The history of art and literature since the industrial revolution are full of depictions of the world of smoke stacks and factories. Sometimes these are presented as metaphors for lost innocence, as when Milton serves up the “great furnace flam’d” with its “adamantine chains and penal fire” as the image of hell in Paradise Lost, or D H Lawrence conjures the coal mine to suggest the blighted landscape of modernity.

But for others, industry is a symbol of progress and hope. Carl Sandburg’s Chicago is the “City of the Big Shoulders” personified thus:

“Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs. ..”

Charles Sheeler’s sleek precisionist factories and Joseph Stella’s cathedral like suspension bridges are the visual equivalent of this optimistic vision.

Whatever their particular position, such artists draw on the great shaping tension of the modern world brought about by the intrusion, in Leo Marx’s apt phrase, of “the Machine in the Garden.” Nostalgia for an imagined pastoral past mingles with recognition of the transformative power of industry to create an almost schizophrenic sense of reality. As Leo Marx notes, our national myths are rural but our reality is urban.


Margaret Cogswell’s Cuyahoga Fugues is a rare artistic exploration of this complex terrain. She has taken as her subject the Cuyahoga River which winds along a 120 mile journey through Ohio to Cleveland before emptying into Lake Erie. Known by the native inhabitants of the area as the “crooked river”, the Cuyahoga gained notoriety in 1969 when its surface caught fire, a disaster which helped spark the passage of the Clean Water Act.

Cogswell was struck by the multiple roles which the river plays in the lives of those who live along its shores. It offers recreation, glimpses of natural beauty, and for many inhabitants, a means of livelihood. Without the river, and the trade routes it provided, Cleveland would never have grown into a major city. Nor would the Republic Steel Corporation and Jones and Laughlin steel mills, which at one time employed 3,400 have ensconced themselves there.
Today the mills are only a shadow of their former selves. Most of the blast furnaces, basic oxygen furnaces, continuous slab caster, hot mills, and finishing divisions have been abandoned. Their empty shells lie crumbling throughout the Flats, like ruins of an ancient city left to the elements. However, Cogswell discovered that there is still a functioning blast furnace where molten iron is made from coke, iron ore and limestone.

Cuyahoga Fugues is just that - an installation which weaves together voices, the sounds of river and steel mill, and video images of nature and industry to convey a sense of the overlapping realities that find their center in the Cuyahoga River. To create this work, Cogswell traveled the length of the river during the winter of 2003, taping the landscape and its inhabitants. She gained entry into the working blast furnace and recorded its sights and sounds. And she interviewed the river’s residents - steel workers, children, environmentalists, fishermen, city planners and a local social and cultural historian.

The resulting installation brings all these elements together in a darkened gallery whose windows have been closed off by sheets of the same steel made at the mill. Dominating the gallery are two large steel pipes of the sort used for conducting the wind from the power house to the blast furnaces to feed the fires. These become literal conduits for the sounds and images of river and industry. Coiling from the back corner is a pipe which has been partially cut away and covered with plexiglass which creates a screen on which an interior projector casts images of the Cuyahoga river. Distorted from the oblique angle of the projection, we see the reflected landscape of the river as it moves from its rural source to its industrial mouth at Lake Erie. The indigenous sounds of “civilization” along the way belie the beauty of the landscape. At one point a siren warns of an approaching train and ghostly reflections of ducks in the water float by. At another the shadowy figure of an ice fisherman perched atop a cooler appears. The sounds of the river mix together - mingling birds chirping, rushing water, sirens, a symphony of car horns. The film carries us from the relative purity of the upper river to the densely populated industrial section below. Meanwhile, the circular opening of the pipe distorts the images in another way, abstracting them to create a whirlpool effect.

The other pipe is suspended in the middle of the room, making a right angle whose intersection is also filled with a video screen. Here, the sounds of the mills dominate, filling the air with whistles, sirens, and the harmonic sounds of the wind rushing through pipes to feed the blast furnaces. The images projected on the screen are equally dramatic - we see the fire radiating from the mill, rolling steam from the cooling process, the flatbed railroad cars carrying hot slabs from the continuous slab caster to be rolled into sheets at the hot mills, billows of smoke from the basic oxygen furnaces, an eerie tour of an abandoned mill, and finally the rushing of river water used as a coolant throughout the mills.

Placed between the two pipes is a mini-installation inspired by the ice fishermen, Cogswell encountered on her trip upriver. A small monitor which proffers a blurry video of the men sits atop a cooler of the sort they carried onto the ice. A fishing rod is propped against a small log. A small transistor radio has been outfitted to project a series of conversations with river denizens. A woman talks about the way her husband courted her on the river, a man recalls the long history of the river, and children discuss the color of water and where it comes from. These voices mingle with others which emanate from the transistor radio, a portable item hardwired with electrical conduits to the thermos and portable TV. The second set of voices belong to former and present mill workers who talk about the river and the mills, as well as the dangers and exertions of the job.

Together, the visual and aural elements of Cuyahoga Fugues form a story that is at once celebratory and elegiac. It reflects a set of relationships between people, nature and industry which is changing and a way of life which is ending. But it also acknowledges the intense bond between the river and the people who live on its banks. The river, both eternal and ever in flux, becomes a metaphor for life itself.

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Christopher B. Bedford

Artists Rethink Our Interaction with Nature
Arts & Life, The Plain Dealer, Friday, June 6, 2003, Section E, p.E8

".......Cuyahoga Fugues, a site-specific installation by Margaret Cogswell, is the most accomplished work. The New York-based artist has transformed her section of the gallery into an eerie industrial chamber that explores the complex interdependence of man, industry and the Cuyahoga River.
Two enormous galvanized steel pipes divide the space. Through the Plexiglas portal of one pipe, we see and hear digital film that captures the fiery imagery and windy harmonics of a working steel mill at night. The portal also plays scenes of a mournful, deserted steel mill, more like a graveyard than a center of production.

Glittering images of the silver Cuyahoga in the dead of winter are projected through a 24-inch steel and Plexiglas pipe at the other end of the gallery. These are interspersed with scenes of a fisherman who has dropped a line through a hole in the ice. With neither sentimentality nor irony, Cogswell records poignantly the mythic character of the Cuyahoga as a natural phenomenon that both sustains and outlives human endeavor."


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Douglas Max Utter



Making the Wind, Elements @ SPACES
angle A JOURNAL OF ARTS+CULTURE, VO. 1 No. 4 June 2003, page 17

".......A fugue is an interweaving of repetitive themes and structural features, a catís cradle of sound suspended between two or more musical thoughts. Cuyahoga Fugues is a deceptively simple installation of large duct work and video projections by New Yorker and SPACES World Artist Program resident Margaret Cogswell. In the always factory-like gallery at the rear of SPACES Cogswell has brought together thoughts about the constant revisions of the winding Cuyahoga river, and the mythic interiors of steel mills. She visited a surviving blast furnace in the Flats during recent winter months and was overwhelmed by the heat and elemental grandeur she encountered.

In one place she also thought she heard something singing above the roar of the flames. Asked about this, her guide replied, "This is where we make the wind." He explained that "wind" in mill parlance is the air brought in to feed the furnace through a system of pipes. In her installation, Cogswell includes a recording of mill sounds, among which the high notes of the "wind" can be heard clearly at times. It seems like the voice of something like a soul, one that can be heard here and throughout the galleries and works at SPACES."

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