A review of "Women on the Verge" at Rhona Hoffman Gallery
As the show’s curator, art historian Lisa Wainwright, notes in the catalog : "Phantasmagorical images of women populate figurative painting these days. "… and as her exhibition demonstrates, that’s been happening for more than fifty years. The chronology in this exhibit begins with Louise Bourgeois (b. 1911, Paris) and ends with Payton Harris-Woodard (b. 1996, Chicago).
Some of the women depicted, like the wide-eyed face shown at the top, do seem on the verge of that nervous breakdown seen in the celebrated Spanish film (Pedro Aldomar) of that title. Wainwright’s text says they are on the verge of "making a really big ruckus" to "deflect the evils of the patriarchy". They certainly are not playing the roles of the enticing lover, demure spouse, or nurturing mother. But neither do they seem especially interested in disrupting anything other than their own lives. They’re as goofy, giddy, dysfunctional, and self enthralled as a rebellious adolescent. Welcome to the world of Chicago Imagism, a tradition now over sixty years old and still going strong.
Wainwright has included both the very famous - and the very unknown (especially if they’re connected to her own institution, the School of the Art Institute of Chicago). That might be expected. But what is surprising is that she has apparently selected paintings that are visually appealing rather than especially outrageous or typical for the artist. Compare the piece shown at the top, for example, with other recent work by Robin Williams:
The exhibit was not hung chronologically - but still it’s hard to resist querying the seventy years of art history spanned by these 27 artists. The feminist seriousness of Bourgeois and Lassnig, both born in Europe, has given way to a more sensual and often silly self expression - suggesting that feminism itself is now less of a cultural critique and more about personal lifestyle.
But where can we find all the other kinds of women that women depict? Everyone still needs a loving, nurturing mother. Why can’t women depict women as such? Or what about women as athletes, community leaders, venture capitalists, house painters, or scientists ? Does any female artist depict women on the verge of a responsible, productive, inspired adult life? Or maybe even as old and wise? Or what about craven, dishonest and manipulative?
Of course many female artists do address a wider range of character, but you’re not going to find them in the echo chamber of contemporary art in Chicago.
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