Late To The (Dinner) Party, Yet Again
We’ve heard a variety of opinions, in the aforementioned New Yorker, of course from The New York Times, as well as New York Magazine, City Journal and a host of blogs, the most intelligent and in-depth writing coming from John Haber.
But whether conservative or "liberal," snarky or sophisticated, they all ultimately come down on the same side, critiquing the exhibition and its curatorial objectives for nearly the same reasons, namely, that this is a monolithic view of feminism, focusing almost exclusively on women and their bodies as the element in art that distinguishes itself as “feminist.” Such an essentialist view of women, with some notable exceptions (discussed extensively in the above-mentioned reviews) glosses over the broader range of artistic practices also informed by feminism.
As someone who is not afraid of "the F word," it pains me to not like this show. There were a host of interesting comments and complaints on the museum's own website, many echoing my own, simply regarding the uncomfortable layout of the closed and claustrophobic galleries. My overriding feeling was one of being in a graduate school exhibition where women, with Audre Lorde’s prohibition against using the master’s tools echoing in their heads, eschew sculpture, and especially painting, in favor of “media,” that is, video and photography, to critique the public images of women that dominate the cultural landscape in which the appearance of the female body nearly always signifies “sex.”
At its inception, this was a very radical approach, but decades on, despite the persistence of sexism in the culture and the art world, like abstraction, it’s starting to feel like a stylistic option. Again, I don't question its relevance or importance as an outgrowth of second-wave feminism’s exploration of new forms, including performance and installation, but there has been an abundance of complex and interesting painting, sculpture, drawing and installation in the third-wave as women returned to these media (although plenty never left).
But maybe we’re just spoiled.
-That Broad
Labels: art, Brooklyn Museum, feminism, Global Feminisms, New Yorker
3 Comments:
Didn't see Global Feminisms but saw Wack. Most of the work I didn't like but then I don't like most of Duchamps' work. But it was a revelation - so much of the work which has come after was directly influenced by these artists. The work was so raw and real it was painful to see.
The problem with museums and art history is that they like neatness. Good art generally isn't neat, doesn't fit in little categories.
Broads, I'm so glad someone emailed me your page. It's great, and I really appreciate the kind words for me, too. You may be right that it'll be time again soon to see what the show drives into the ground as a "stylistic option," especially if it's not really buying into the reductive stuff. I saw one of those Cecily Brown quasi-de Kooning women (but more abstract and with more realistic tits) yesterday and admired it a lot. And yeah, that space needs work. With "Open House" it looked like a maze, and with William Wegman it looked like parallel wind tunnels. (Liked the analysis of Schjeldahl, too.) -- John
Arforum did a great review on both the shows Global Feminism and Wack. I was very happy to hear that Judy Chicago's Dinner party was finally in the Brooklyn Museum collection. I think the work was very important in that it helped people rediscover many of the greatest artists of history that had been overlooked.
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