Sibling ribaldry: What next for Britart's notorious duo, Jake and Dinos Chapman?

So far, they have created Hell, defaced Goya and painted with Hitler

John Walsh
Saturday 18 June 2011 00:00 BST
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Jake and Dinos Chapman are on a break. They haven't seen or spoken to each other for months. They haven't had a falling out; they just decided to live and work apart for a year and see what art emerged. According to their minders at the White Cube gallery in east London, neither has a clue what the other has been working on; it will be a surprise for them both – and for a sceptical art-critical world – when it's finally unveiled next month.

Jake and Dinos apart! It's unthinkable, like Gilbert leaving George to pursue a "side project" or Jedward chasing their destiny as solo performers. For 20 years, the Anglo-Greek siblings have been at the forefront of the Young British Artist explosion that brought Damien Hirst, Tracey Emin, Sarah Lucas, Marc Quinn, Rachel Whiteread and Chris Ofili to national fame. The Chapmans came on strong, both as artists and as people. Their work was startling, in-your-face and upsetting – child mannequins with penile snouts, dismembered naked figures hung from fibreglass trees, a bonsai Armageddon involving thousands of tiny plastic Nazis – and its makers didn't seem like guys who'd worry about the reaction of sensitive aesthetes. Tall, robust and shaven-headed, they came across as clever young geezers who enjoyed taking the piss out of the art world and would be handy in a scrap, should Brian Sewell, Robert Hughes or any other critics come after them. Gregor Muir, who charts the history of the YBAs in his book Lucky Kunst, claims the Chapmans changed the Nineties art scene by getting into a fight in the Coach and Horses in Farringdon in 1992. After a stranger picked a fight with Jake and walloped Dinos over the head with a beer glass, he claims, "the art world was imbued with a sense of danger that would see off the politeness that had been threatening to drive it back into its cosy, middle-class box".

Their new show at White Cube, opening on 15 July, is under serious wraps. Nobody from the press is allowed near the brothers' studios (although my spies in the art world hint that Dinos has been embracing Catholic iconography) so we can't discuss their newest productions. But I was able to throw a few questions their way.

Would you say, I asked innocently, that you had similar imaginations? "I'd say," said Jake, "we have different influences which, in terms of our artistic symbiosis, amalgamate and form unconventional aggregates." Come again?

"The fact that there's two of us making the work," said Dinos, "means there can't be a precise point of departure. I make things for one reason and Jake makes things for another reason, so you've already got this thing that's multi-purpose, multi-faceted."

"We're not trying," Jake continued, "to produce a unified sovereignty. We're not interested in the similarities between our interests, but the divergencies. This show will be an exemplar of that. Catastrophic, maybe, but we'll see."

Whose idea was the split, the separation?

"Mine," said Jake immediately.

Really?

"No," he said. "'Course it wasn't."

There was a silence. "I suspect it'll just be more of the same really," said Jake. "I know what I've made, but I suspect what Dinos has done isn't so different from the work we made before. After 20 years, the work starts to evolve its own components and decide its own momentum."

Jake continues: "The idea is that splitting up this unholy, or holy, alliance, might lead to a more autobiographical output."

"I can't stand autobiographical work," said Dinos. "I mean, who's interested?"

Tracey Emin's public appears to be, I said.

"It's not interesting. I was talking to my wife this morning and she said, 'It's art therapy'. And it is. It doesn't belong outside her head, I think. Whereas, we're interested in art rather than ourselves."

By now, certain things have become apparent. One is that Jake, when you first encounter him, talks like an art-theory textbook. If I had a quid for every polysyllabic abstraction he used in our first 20 minutes, I'd be a rich man. His elder brother Dinos, by comparison, is more open and conversational, but loves to deny that anything is true about their work. A third thing is that you can't be sure if they're sending you, and themselves, up.

Their first major piece, in 1993, was a three-dimensionalising of Goya's Disasters of War aquatints. Instead of depicting soldiers in the Peninsular War engaging in acts of wanton cruelty, the Chapmans used fibreglass mannequins of pre-teen children with their features distended by penises. Some of the children's limbs were welded together. It was unsettling stuff. The tabloid press talked about "paedophile art".

"Lots of things written about the original Goyas were idealistic," said Jake, "they didn't describe the actual work. These images are talked about as depictions of cruelty for a moral aim. But the sublimity of the images works as an indulgence of the violence." You mean Goya's revelling in it? "There are... libidinal elements. They're sadistically erotic, something that isn't consistent with the moral authority given to the work."

He rejects the tabloids' suggestion that they depicted the sexualising of children. "The point is, if the piece had any correlation to the real world, the penises would've been in the right place. The mannequins were more like Pin-the-Tail-on-the- Donkey, gone wrong. They're about putting wrong things on other wrong things. If you're looking for an artistic meaning, you could call it a kind of genetic Cubism, with a Picasso-esque mutant body, rather than a literal notion of child abuse."

"A child is more like a puppy than it is like one of those mannequins," said Dinos, inscrutably. "They're not models of disfigurement or paedophilia, they're sculptures which, if they were alive, they'd be very scary because they could chase you in their trainers."

I know you buy the mannequins, I said, but where did you get the penises?

"I sent Jake into Ann Summers," said Dinos.

They're not dildoes, I pointed out. They're quite small willies.

"Yeah," said Dinos, deadpan, "they were in the children's department."

The wicked brothers returned to Goya in 2003 when they bought a mint set of the original Disasters aquatints and altered them, adding cartoonish faces to the victims and the dying. It was called Insult to Injury. It was a more radical statement than Marcel Duchamp's adding a moustache to a cheap reproduction of Mona Lisa in 1919 and calling it a new work. This was close to vandalism. "What we tried to do was find a way of mapping a sense of humour on the work," said Jake. "I think humour and laughter are symptoms of excess. We're very serious about humour. It's a disruptive force."

"Lots of people say, 'Ooh sacrilege, they're destroying Goya's prints'," said Dinos. "We say, yeah. What we're going to do is get hold of every set we can. It's our intention to replace every Goya with Jake-and-Dinos-and-Goya. It's malicious piggy-backing. But you could remove every single Goya print and painting and it wouldn't matter. Because he's done his job. He's affected everything around him." The older of the brothers would love, he says, to get his hands on the original Guernica and muck about with it.

They pulled off a coup in May 2008, when they bought 13 banal watercolour landscapes by Adolf Hitler for £115,000 and transformed them, adding smiley faces, rainbows and psychedelic skies, for an exhibition at White Cube called If Hitler Had Been A Hippie, How Happy Would We Be. Fighting off tabloid suggestions that they were "glorifying" the late Fuhrer's works, White Cube's Tim Marlow explained, "There's no question about them paying homage to them," he said. "These are very bad paintings – abject paintings – and Jake and Dinos have now annihilated them."

Were they really really by Hitler? "We bought enough of them for some to have been real," said Jake. "They came with authentications that were sometimes better than the paintings." He experienced a weird moment while painting over one watercolour. "As you mix the paints, you tend to subconsciously model the tip of the brush with your mouth, just to keep it in order. So I had the brush in my mouth, started painting on the painting – and I suddenly wondered if Hitler had done the same..." Oh my God! A molecular exchange of saliva with the dictator! What professional subversive wouldn't relish that?

Three years earlier, they'd presented Hell, a display both epic and miniature of an army of 10,000 tiny Nazi soldiers enduring torture and death in battle. It was shown in nine glass cases arranged in swastika form. Some thought it a moving anti-war statement. The brothers did not.

"The amount of people who misunderstand Hell," said Dinos, sadly. "People were crying. Over little bits of plastic this big. The overriding function of that piece is to undermine the notion of the grandiose statement. Because it's tiny. Tiny little things spread over a huge surface. It's a tease. You can't see it all in one go. You can't have a god-like perspective, looming over these suffering little people, because there's glass in the way."

He laughed. I asked about the terrible Momart fire of 2006, when it and other Saatchi artworks were destroyed. Was it very traumatic for them? "We were pissing ourselves laughing," said Dinos. "Think about it – Hell going up in flames. Everyone got very sanctimonious. One guy came up to me, put his hand on my shoulder and said, 'I'm so sorry Hell burnt'. I was suppressing giggles. It was shit. Thank God it burnt."

But Dinos, I said, you spent three years on it. "It's only time. For us, the act of making art is more important than the results. The results are nice, but the interesting thing is us two banging our heads together to come up with ideas."

Their artistic double-act didn't start in the nursery. As both brothers will tell you, they were hardly even friends when young. They were born four years and several miles apart, Dinos in London in 1962, Jake in Cheltenham in 1966, to a British art teacher father and a Greek-Cypriot mother. They say their childhood is "irrelevant", perhaps because they weren't together. "We only really met each other when we ended up at the Royal College of Art together," said Dinos. "He's four years younger than me, he had his own friends, we weren't in the same school. Then one day we turned up at the same place and the conversation started, and we both realised we were more interested in the combination of these ideas we were having, than our own work."

The Jake-and-Dinos hybrid, the carefully constructed double-act, has freed them to work behind a number of personae. "Dinos and I have always been excited by the potential in art for us to become anonymised in different guises," said Jake.

Such as? "For the African carvings of the Chapman Family Collection," said Dinos, "we pretended we hadn't made them, that our family had been collecting them, that they'd been made by African craftsman over 70 years. That was a way of avoiding ownership of these objects. With Hell, we adopted the guise of a failed middle-aged middle-management nobody, exerting his suppressed masculinity on little soldiers – as if some old git had died and this work had been found, like a cathedral made of matchstick. The idea of Jake as an artist, and me as an artist, is a non-starter. If Jake makes an etching, it's not Jake doing so, it's a person whom Jake will invent who makes the etching.

Oh nonsense, I said, that's just a way of saying, "Don't judge me". You're afraid of being seen to fail. "No, no," said Jake cheerily, "we encompass failure. We're happy to make work that appears to fail. Hell fails, because the idea of representing Hell using just 10,000 plastic soldiers is pathetic. Drawing on Goya's prints is a pathetic thing to do. The mannequins, they're crass, they're stupid, they're ridiculous. But they have an effect."

The flow of riddling paradoxes and self-deprecatory defensiveness can get on your nerves after a time. But there's one topic on which they agree. "Jake and I don't believe in genius, or in talent," said Dinos. "We believe in application and concentration. Every middle-class Victorian young lady could draw, play piano, write poems, these are all very learnable skills. Now there's people like Tracey, who draws, I think, very badly, and everybody claps their flippers together and says how wonderful. If you believe in genius, you don't have to try very hard. If you say David Beckham's a genius, it means, I couldn't possibly kick a football like that, until you realise he was out there in the cold rain and dark snow, honing his skill."

His brother agreed. "I think genius and talent are incredibly unfruitful concepts. They'll get you the first five yards but then you're on your own. I might have a pre-disposition towards table tennis, but it won't make me a good player. It's all about hard work." Do you realise, I said, how much you sound like a Victorian schoolma'am? "It is, I'm afraid," conceded Jake, "a dangerously Protestant thing to say."

Overleaf, Independent readers can buy themselves a slice of Chapmania through Counter Editions, the online art publishers who commission prints by leading contemporary artists. The Chapmans on offer are two photogravure prints that combine images of innocence – children's faces, rabbits, cartoonish owls – with slices of Grand Guignol: skulls, flayed flesh, mouths full of fangs. The title of these works is I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago (I) and (II). Hours of research on Wikipedia reveal that these words appear in a story called Nyarlathotep by HP Lovecraft, the cult American writer who wrote about madness and cosmic horror in the 1910s and 1920s. The story is a brief sketch, in the grimly Gothic style of Edgar Allen Poe, about the titular demonic superman who comes out of Egypt to chill the blood of the storyteller and his friends; it's full of beautiful, empty phrases like "the hellish moon-glitter of evil snows" and "the sightless vortex of the unimaginable".

Was the story the starting point for the pictures? Or was the title completely random? "It's not random," said Jake. "The works were made with Lovecraft in mind." "It's the kind of thing you read when you're 14," said Dinos, "full of ersatz angst. When he was a teenager he went into a massive sulk for 15 years, then started writing this incredible stuff. It's quite funny that he can be lauded for his absolute hatred of everything that everyone else loves."

You wonder if the Chapman brothers realise how they give themselves away at these moments, as dabblers in mild shock and horror and subversion, with nothing in particular to say, and no serious intent as artists. But they'd doubtless answer by saying of course they have nothing to say, you fool, that's the point. They'll probably reveal, in two months' time, that they didn't split up at all for months, and the new works at White Cube were collaborations (you gullible twit). They are, I think, genuinely talented artists who like to pull the rug from under anyone who admires or disparages them, then go off and giggle together. What a pair.

"Jake and I only make things that amuse us," said Dinos, as we parted. "Doing something as stupid as art, the only thing you can expect from it is a bit of pleasure. So I make things for Jake and he makes things for me."

THE CHAPMANS LIVES IN BRIEF

1962 Dinos Chapman is born. His brother, Jake, is born four years later. They grow up in Cheltenham and Hastings

1990 Graduate from the Royal College of Art

1997 Achieve notoriety at the Royal Academy's Sensation! show, where they display child mannequins with genitals for facial features

2000 Their work, 'Hell', which featured 5,000 hand-painted Nazi figurines, is bought by Charles Saatchi for £500,000

2003 They deface a series of original Goya prints for their exhibition, The Rape of Creativity, at Modern Art Oxford, and are nominated for the Turner Prize

2004 The Momart warehouse fire destroys Hell – which they later rebuild, rename Fucking Hell, and sell for £7.5m

2008 Exhibit their 'prettified' versions of Hitler's watercolours at White Cube; the series sells for £685,000

2010 Pictures from their children's book, Bedtime Tales for Sleepless Nights, are exhibited at London's Whitechapel gallery

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