Saturday 12 May 2012

Dorota Sadovská's 'Corporealities'

The main theme in Dorota Sadovská work is the human body, viewed realistically, albeit from an unusual point of view, so it often loses its realism in an absurd optical shortcut, thus changing its actuation and wiping away the objectivity of the picture. For these reasons, and many more, Sadovská became a huge inspiration for me in conjunction with my Major Project, especially her body of work Corporealities where she bares her breast in an unromantic, unsexualised manner. Denuding them of sexual potency, she treats her breasts as sheer sculptural matter, also reminding us of the medical necessity of self-examination. By pinching, squeezing, pushing and pulling her rather voluptuous bosom she turns these feminine objects of male desire into something rather more comical, removing the romantic notion of them and instead portraying them as what they are, mounds of fat and flesh

I have always been a fan of Sadovskás' work dealing with the human body and after seeing this piece in The Body in Contemporary Art she fast became one of my favourite female artists dealing with the female form. Like Jenny Savilles' work (blogged about on the 25th March) it is the beauty of the flesh, filling the whole of the frame that really draws me to her work. So here is another set of deliciously fleshy photographs for you all to sink your teeth in. An aesthetic I strived to achieve with my final body of work entitled Bare.

Friday 11 May 2012

50 Shades of Dull

After coming to the end of my degree I asked my sister for a good read to take my mind off feminist critiques, feminist artist and theories around the male gaze and so she recommended 50 Shades of Grey. Whilst she had never read it both of us had been hearing a lot of heard good reviews. As an avid reader I read the back cover and was excited, it sounded like my perfect pyschological thriller... how wrong I was...

Now I am no prude, but instead I found myself reading about a kinky sex story, every chapter had a new hot and steamy scene that ended up being well... not so hot and steamy. Instead of running for cold showers every chapter I was just left feeling cold as each session got more and more predictable (a bit like the story in general).

I also began to hate the characters. The girl Ana I just wanted to shake because lets face it, who (especially on their first try) would agree to becoming someone's well to put it bluently slave (not just in the bedroom but in every aspect). *Warning Spoiler Alert* I'm sorry but whilst I know whips and chains and the general dominatrix thing turn some people on, no girl, no matter how dashing and good in bed a bloke is, would agree to a) keep seeing him when told the only way they can be together is through a contract and b) the contract being full of rules like not being allowed to look him in the eye unless told. Any normal girl would run for the hills, instead in every chapter she mentions her Inner Goddess (a phrase I was seriously sick of by the end of the book as well as the use of panties to describe underwear on every page) doing backflips at the thought of this possessive man wanting her. She also kept constantly changing her mind from being able to cope with his kinky ways to needing more... what more was she never explained to us let alone the poor bloke. Which brings me to the male protagonist himself, the mysterious Mr Grey, dashing, rich and damaged but who mainly was just a character I loathed and no not because I am an avid feminist disgusted by the thought of a man claiming rule over a poor innocent young girl, he just wasn't a likeable character. Instead of feeling sorry for him I ended up "rolling my eyes" (another phrase very much over used) at all his "heart wrenching" problems because in the end he was just a control freak and didn't just want a girl to dominate in the bedroom but in life itself, telling her when to eat what to eat where and when to sleep etc. To be honest, he was a therapists wet dream!

To top things off, after determinedly persisting with this tedious book hoping to discover some big revelation of why it is so popular, the ending was actually the worst part. Disappointing, abrupt and completely ridiculous... I won't reveal it for those of you still interested in reading the book but let me tell you it's not worth dragging yourself through the appalling writing.

Overall, I did however read this book in a weekend and despite the poor narrative I was compelled to finish. As against all odds it was a page turner, and no not because of the kinky sex scenes (which by the end I wanted to skip past). Instead I just wanted to find out what was going to happen to the predictably doomed relationship... So if you love a trashy novel this may be the right book for you, if a bit flat. However, unlike the Hunger Games trilogy, all three of which I finished in a weekend (and was expecting this book to be more in the style of), I will not be buying the next two in the sequence because one can only take so much seductive lip biting and piercing grey eyes in a story and in all honesty, I couldn't care less what happens to the "star crossed lovers". In fact, next time I think I'll stick to New Feminist Art Criticism.

Thursday 10 May 2012

Gillian Wearing at Whitechapel Gallery

I have been a fan of Gillian Wearing for some time and as identity (her own and others) is often a running theme in her work something I have always been interested in, in regards to my work, she has always been a huge inspiration. Therefore, as a member of the Whitechapel Gallery I was so excited to hear she was exhibiting there. As soon as I was back home, the first thing I did was take myself off to see it and I was definitely not disappointed.

British artist Gillian Wearing explores the public and private identities of ordinary people through her photographs and films. Fascinated by how people represent themselves in fly-on-the-wall documentaries, she explores ideas of personal identity by often masking her subjects and using theatre's staging techniques. It was first time I got to see her video installations in a gallery context, some I had seen over the internet other works I had only heard about and I was mesmerised by the mixture of work, some humorous like her 1997 piece, 10-16 where Adults lip synch the voices and act out the physical tics of seven children in a captivating film which moves from the breathless excitement of a ten year old to the existential angst of an adolescent. Others much more poignant such as Prelude about a female street drinker who died during the making of Drunk. Wearing brings together fragments of the woman’s story as a tribute to her life. This four-minute piece is narrated by her twin sister and is an intense portrait that elicits questions about predominant social values and was really beautifully done. And of course there was her brilliant photographic series Signs that say what you want them to say and not Signs that say what someone else wants you to say.

Gillian Wearing was yet another exhibition I walked out of with the book under my arm and a lot to think about. All her work whether funny or sad is thought provoking, dealing with the ideas of the everyday and everyday people something I am constantly drawn to in my own work. I urge all you Wearing fans out there to go see it. Whitechapel is a fantastic gallery space and it really does justice to Wearing's work.