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ANDREA ALESSI: BREAK THROUGHS AND LOOK THROUGHS
 
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Dineo’s Menagerie
by Andrea Alessi

Mart House Gallery
prinsengracht 529 , 1016 hr Amsterdam, Netherlands
October 30, 2009 - December 19, 2009

 

 

“You fucking horrible horrible horrible bitch!” reads the title painting that greets visitors as they enter Dineo Sheshee Bopape’s new exhibition at the Mart House Gallery. The surprise (and comedy) of this salutation sets the tone of the show. Bopape’s mixed-media works transform the gallery into a fantastical wonderland inhabited by glittery paintings, colorful drawings, repetitive sounds, bright lights, and moving images. Do not be seduced, the signature painting warns. This artist is whimsical, but she can be vindictive.


Bopape created most of the work in the exhibition during a two-year period following a nasty split with an ex-girlfriend. Her art is at once revealing and secretive, as though she is shouting, “Here is my pain!” all the while obscuring it within a highly personalized iconography. She exhibits anger, loss, lust, and power through repetitive and frequently humorous text and imagery. Her text often appropriates song lyrics and her symbols include balloons, high-heeled ponies and rain clouds, fireworks, Ellen Gallagher-esque googly-eyes, and assorted phalluses.

Everything is filtered through the playful world of the artist’s psyche. Bopape rallies her stock of symbols in Love Strung, a series of over 100 works on paper made listening to Justin Timberlake’s Love Stoned. Strings of balloons reference a 2008 breakup-themed party/performance the artist hosted in her Amsterdam studio. Visual and verbal puns reference sexuality, power, and desire; pink penises are handguns; well-hung horses wear high heels; fireworks reference celebratory spectacle and sexual satisfaction. With their uncertain meanings, Bopape’s symbols reveal the tension between her strength and vulnerability. It is not surprising when she invokes the disco-diva of separation, Gloria Gaynor, quoting self-affirming lyrics in both Love Strung and the painting, Go now Go.


The breakup offers no narrative, only context. The works suggest a psychological space in which all emotions exist simultaneously. There is a sense of immediacy in her  drawings and paintings. Bopape scrawls out text, blots ink puddles, and drips paint. She edits her videos using unpolished cuts and low budget effects that read like webcam feed or an 80s music video. This is a decidedly messier affair than Sophie Calle’s methodical deconstruction of a breakup-email for France’s 52nd Venice Biennale entry. Calle’s work was calculated to the point of seeming detached. In Bopape’s untidiness she reveals the raw emotion of subjective experience. We know Calle has gotten over her offender – we aren’t so sure about Bopape.

The works at Mart House can be divided into two groups – those responding to the breakup, and those probing the performative nature of identity. Bopape likes to confuse viewers’ readings, performing herself in unsettling or ambiguous situations. In the slide installation Silent Performance, a topless Bopape sports a beard and a stuffed pair of men’s underpants. Using full, cloud-like plastic bags and an umbrella as props, it is a playful take on a gender subverting convention. The beautiful ones are not born yet is more nuanced work, its title referencing the postcolonial critique of Ghanaian writer Ayi Kwei Armah. In the video, a bejeweled, black female arm tirelessly shakes while changing hand formations. Its movements varyingly resemble a scolding rebuke, a violent punch, a conciliatory caress, or a condescending pat. The subjects of this mime are unclear, and the manic hand gestures seem to mediate unseen relationships in which the artist can assume any number of roles.


The exhibition presents a multidimensional portrait of the artist. She can be satirical and wicked, light-hearted and entertaining, or nostalgic and thoughtful. Bopape carries a lot of baggage – indeed, sacks and bags are recurring objects in her performances and installations. Opening and closing the overburdened suitcases of her ego, she pulls out ever-changing costumes and tries them on. Her artwork mines the emotional, material, and social contents of this baggage, and it is through these creations that Bopape reveals herself to the world.

--Andrea Alessi

(Images: Dineo Seshee Bopape, Silent Performance, 2008, slide show installation; you fucking horrible bitch, 2008, gloss enamel, acrylic on board, 155x155 cm; video ‘a love supreme’ , 2007; you are portable, 2007, photograph, 140 cm x 100 cm; Courtesy of the artist and Mart House)



Posted by Andrea Alessi on 11/16 | tags: photography performance installation mixed-media


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On Dutch Windows
by Andrea Alessi


 

 

 

 

I regularly see fantastic art in consecrated museum and gallery spaces across the Netherlands. One of my favorite features of Dutch visual culture, however, is a decidedly more egalitarian matter. Very large, revealing residential windows are one of the most striking characteristics of the Dutch urban landscape. These adorned spaces, which mediate public and private life, offer much for one to enjoy (discretely!) on a daily basis.

It is customary for people to leave their curtains open day and night, often with nothing but a plant or hanging piece of frosted glass to obscure the view inside. Accordingly, there are unspoken social norms related to the acts of looking in and looking out. I once waved at a typically friendly neighbor from inside my living room. She ignored me, but the horror on her face was clear. I had broken some implicit rule, shattering an imagined sense of the threshold’s privacy.


There is thus a strange tension in a space meant to obfuscate and communicate simultaneously. Thoughtful decorations attract attention and speak about the taste or aspirations of the dweller. At the same time they guard an exposed interior space. These window spaces allow inhabitants the opportunity to both monitor and project a public image of themselves.

I like to think of Dutch windows as personal exhibition spaces. Holiday decorations and elaborate birth announcements pop up occasionally, but most windows have some adornment year round. I commonly see the meticulous arrangement or seemingly haphazard assemblage of flowers, plants, statuettes, handicrafts, poems, stuffed animals, posters, toys, advertisements, paintings, photos, candles, books, and assorted knick-knacks, and pause to consider the impulse behind these installationsAll the things listed above can be seen on my street alone, and my partner and I shamelessly identify some of our neighbors based on their design choices.


I am most intrigued by one neighbor whose window exhibits American bumper stickers, a Dutch poem, an Obama figurine, toy cars, a Masonic “watchful eye”, and seashells (among other things!). Down the street, a window proudly displays a menagerie of cheerful, though slightly creepy, plush toys. In one of my personal favorites, a neighbor employs colorful handmade cutouts both to decorate and conceal her open living room. Visible decorations are generally relegated to ground floor windows, though one neighbor has cantilevered half a bicycle from a second story window.

Windows are used worldwide to convey messages, most notably in commercial spaces. Shops like Anthropologie and Urban Outfitters take the “art” of window display to new levels, and Selfridges in London has been known to commission contemporary artists to create their whimsical arrangements. These exhibitions seduce, selling an idea or a lifestyle achieved by purchasing a product; they also attract, causing a passerby to stop for an aesthetic experience of sorts. Residential windows operate in a similar way, only their designers are not selling a product, but an idea of themselves.


I often wonder what my own display “says” to people when their children pull them off the street to talk animatedly about the toy dinosaurs and improbable chemistry molecule inhabiting my windowsill. I’d like to think the things in my window, mostly gifts and found objects, suggest that I don’t take myself too seriously. But perhaps it just seems like I’ve got young aspiring scientists under my roof?

Dutch windows are liminal spaces of concealment and discovery. Their decorations fortify their boundaries all the while offering a glimpse into the professed lifestyles of their occupants. They entice you to admire them, but be careful while doing so. You might find someone, none too pleased, looking right back at you.

----- Andrea Alessi

(Images: Courtesy Andrea Alessi, Bike Window; Fruit Window; Animal Window; My Window)

 

 



Posted by Andrea Alessi on 11/15



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