The Center for Midnight

A history in fragments
Assembled by the Midnight Society
October 29-31, 2018

The famed Pastel Academy in Berlin pro­duced sev­eral artists who joined together in 1965 to form the Center for Mid­night. They included:

Min­erva Black spe­cial­ized in the cul­tural and phys­ical pro­duc­tion of irrev­erent embroi­dery. “I know so much, but I really want this to be for anyone."

Her protest embroi­dery detailed the con­se­quences of social and polit­ical theory by depicting clas­sical Greek fig­ures in modern settings: Perse­phone at the supermarket; Hades shop­ping at Sears.

Though most con­sid­ered the golden age of lith­o­g­raphy to be over, Ter­ri­toria Migraine had been con­vinced oth­er­wise by the work of Yann Hirsch, who was lately noto­rious for opening the old wounds of the insular world of lith­o­g­raphy.

At the same time, the film­maker Ben­jamin John O’Toole was pro­ducing his documentary, The Now Without Humiliation, one frame at a time.

By 1965, he had com­pleted 23 sec­onds of footage.

In the same year, the Center for Mid­night began to grow its home on Corpus Catha­rina, an island in the North Sea. Its build­ings were woven of live lapis plants, an unripe rhizome.

When Min­erva Black arrived in 1967, she embroi­dered the ideas of Maria Tallchief into a sea­side tree.

“Absolute Ascension,” the Center’s first work, depicted four magi­cians con­juring love out of a hat.

Upon his arrival, Ben­jamin John O’Toole pon­dered her cre­ation “for nearly five minutes” before pro­ducing a series of short films in response.

From “Apollo Suicide,” a pam­phlet accom­pa­nying the Center for Mid­night’s opening exhi­bi­tion in 1968:

Inside the Center for Mid­night, we find six plinths, an entire vir­tual world. On their sur­faces are engraved six dif­ferent fig­ures holding the past.

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The second figure car­ries a dust pan filled with the crys­talline shards of an under­water empire that sank into oblivion when per­spi­ra­tion fled the cities of Rome.

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The sixth figure writes on the plastic knowl­edge of the world.

Ter­ri­toria Migraine fetishized transparency: things like air, the sea, time, and the inten­tions of short stories.

She med­i­tated nightly in front of a salt­water aquarium.

She con­tinued her cor­re­spon­dence with Yann Hirsch, the self-styled “bad boy” of lith­o­g­raphy. Lately spurning blocks of tra­di­tional size, Hirsch had begun to use titanic blocks (he termed them his “ancient children”) labored over by teams of assistants.

His let­ters clearly touched Migraine; she embraced the medium with a frenzy. In the summer of 1970, she penned her only-known manifesto:

For Yann:

Lith­o­g­raphy is defined by the power of the L. The L is one of the most expres­sive goals of the artist. The L is a ship coming to the rescue. The L is the nec­es­sary question, the sole sys­tem­atic medium for the explo­ration of life. Lith­o­g­raphy relies on invis­ible forces. We are moving together. The freak and the dancer make a pat­tern in the fire. Life is anti-machine but our under­standing of life is machine-dependent. We channel the L through the mech­a­nized lith­o­graphic order.

The etching “Seaset” was designed by Migraine and fab­ri­cated by Hirsch from one of his mas­sive “ancient children,” which required the devel­op­ment of new lith­o­graphic techniques.

In 1971, Okyanica-La Trail fin­ished their large-scale painting “Seaset Revisited,” a scathing cri­tique of academia.

From Mid­night’s Other Children: An Investigation, by Marcela Ogilvie:

The Center’s leader, a cold-eyed scion of the Okyanica-La clan, spear­headed ini­tia­tives in three car­dinal directions:

North-northeast: parties of violence.
  Inside: stable marriage.
    Toward the ocean: structural production.

To gather cul­tural pro­ducers around these ini­tia­tives, the Center estab­lished an ill-fated colony on the Okyanica-La estate, which occu­pied most of Corpus Catha­rina Island. Its extrav­a­gant galas of age and aus­terity became cel­e­brated inter­na­tion­ally (see e.g. the cover story of Artforum, spring 1967). People whis­pered about these functions: Who could afford to be so spare, so abstemious? Who could and would afford to sponsor the lack of room and board for all the residents?

In this chapter, I will argue that the Center’s famously gaunt galas had all along been under­written by a single donor: Yann Hirsch.

In Toronto, Okyanica-La Trail met bassist and pup­peteer Jean-Marie Jules Attico, a vet­eran of an avant-garde per­for­mance col­lec­tive Exper­i­mental Bathing. The two worked on five paintings, one for each weekday, that stretched 870 by 530 feet.

Min­erva Black was strongly opposed to Attico’s involve­ment in the Center for Mid­night, and soon revealed her large-scale embroi­dering “Neue Big Chrome,” which directly crit­i­cized the Exper­i­mental Bathing move­ment.

Of her work, Black said, “It takes a lot of thread.”

Of their own work, Okyanica-La Trail said, “The future is defined by sen­sa­tional and mostly fas­cist people. To oppose this, we must find a pri­vate part of the world.”

Of his work-in-progress, O’Toole said, “It’s a bloody kind of pecu­liar life, and of all the ideas ever invented, ‘domestic’ is the blood­iest and most pecu­liar.”

For most of 1969, Ben­jamin John O’Toole and Ter­ri­toria Migraine lived together in a turret perched on the edge of Corpus Catha­rina. They con­sid­ered the view from their one window to be the whole truth.

The Center for Mid­night opened its doors to the gen­eral public only once a year, on the vernal equinox at high noon.

The Okyanica-La family funded O’Toole’s screening in Ams­terdam of 2,880,000 con­tin­uous one-second short films about the pho­tog­raphy and growth of domestic pain.

Yann Hirsch’s exper­i­mental novel, Le Per­cus­sione de l’Espa, opened a rift within the Center upon its publication. Okyanica-La Trail praised it. Ben­jamin John O’Toole claimed that reading the text was akin to “watching Neil Arm­strong deny the exis­tence of the moon.”

After the dis­so­lu­tion of his rela­tion­ship with Migraine, O’Toole strug­gled for many years without any con­sis­tent patron.

In 1970, Jean-Marie Jules Attico drowned swim­ming in the North Sea.

In 1972, Ter­ri­toria Migraine wrote the opera Wilson, which was both a drama­ti­za­tion of the life of pornog­ra­pher Wilson Wells and a scathing indict­ment of O’Toole.

Okyanica-La Trail and Min­erva Black had long been close collaborators, but they parted ways over a dis­pute involving a water taxi fare.

Asked in 1972 about their rela­tion­ship with Min­erva Black, Okyanica-La Trail said only: “Shit feels real.”

How many people do you need? Is an artistic move­ment only a move­ment as a col­lec­tive? Can one person alone carry the melody?

One of Ter­ri­toria Migraine’s most iconic and, in retrospect, prophetic lith­o­graphs is “The Taking of Commissions.” It depicts the col­lapse of a rabbit society.

Many people were happy to see the Center fail. Andy Warhol said, “Their name was cheap, wasn’t it? Like a bill­board in San Francisco.”

The Center for Mid­night’s elec­tricity was shut off in 1974 after a pay­ment to the power com­pany went missing. No one noticed.

O’Toole decamped for Ams­terdam where he founded the fes­tival “Distractions,” which strug­gled to stay afloat until O’Toole’s death in 1995 to an ether overdose.

After viewing O’Toole’s final film “Black Dog and Grellus” (1974), Susan Sontag denounced the work as “truly, an evil piece of filmmaking, a work whose exhor­ta­tion of the virtues of vio­lence casts a sin­ister shadow on what­ever aims the Center for Mid­night might have possessed.”

When O’Toole died, Min­erva Black is reported to have said, “He became a response to himself.”

The only one left was Okyanica-La Trail. They and Yann Hirsch mar­ried in 1990 and never spoke of the Center again. The couple had two children, Khan and Berkeley.

In 2002, Okyanica-La Trail’s “Seaset Revisited” was sold at a pri­vate auc­tion for 3.2 mil­lion dollars.

After the Center’s abrupt dis­so­lu­tion, the lapis plants of its build­ings instantly bloomed.

Many of the Center’s works have found con­sid­er­able audi­ences in airports, including “Neue Big Chrome.”

A con­tem­po­ra­neous critic wrote:

The golden age of lith­o­g­raphy is over. Migraine began her work as a game, but found the future in stone.

Ter­ri­toria Migraine’s last etching, “Batorica Time,” was com­pleted in 2001.

Yann Hirsch’s gar­gan­tuan blocks, his “ancient children,” were only pub­lished posthu­mously in 2004.

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How this piece was written

The Mid­night Society was a pop-up writing col­lec­tive in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, com­prising artists, scientists, humanists, librarians, and algo­rithms. The col­lec­tive con­ducted a three-day writing exper­i­ment to pro­duce a short account of the Center for Mid­night, a fic­tional artistic move­ment of the late twen­tieth century. Each sen­tence rep­re­sents a meticulously-crafted col­lab­o­ra­tion between humans and a recur­rent neural net­work trained on artists’ biogra­phies and other corpora. A human wrote text in a custom text editor, the algo­rithm sug­gested the fol­lowing words, and all par­ties remixed and reworked the snippets.

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Assembled by Calla J. Carter, Judy Heflin, Tithi Jasani, Patrick Juola, G. Christopher Klug, Clelia L. Knox, Max Krieger, Matthew Lincoln, Michal Luria, Liam Philiben, Gesina A. Phillips, Emma Slayton, Robin Sloan, Krystal Tung, Annette Vee, Chris Warren, Scott B. Weingart, Katherine Ye, and others.

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Pro­duced with sup­port from
STUDIO for Creative Inquiry & Digital Humanities at the CMU Library

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