Glorious Shame - Hysterical Women Collective
I agree in theory with Culture Night, but some of the bits in practice make me feel very uncomfortable. Sure, most of our museums and galleries are free all year round, unlike some cities. And sure, sometimes people don't normally have the time or live far away, or have to stretch the pennies. And yeah, if our lovely city's culture and history can be powerhoused into one fabulous rain-free evening of see-and-do, magic and learning, all butterflies and stimuli and here-we-are-now-we'll-entertain-you, it should be encouraged, right, and feck the spoonfeeding! Right? Well sort of. A journalist friend made an excellent point about not being convinced that the way to get folks to enjoy the arts is to put them on for free. What with endless unpaid internships, dodgy downloading, the condescending notion that artists should put on shows "for exposure" or "for the experience", an unfortunate sense of entitlement has crept in that everything should be in the public or online domain for our consumption and to hell with those who spent hours, days, months, years creating it. It's not just customers; another journalist friend did a reveal this week that a well known, large state funded arts place advertised for musicians to play on Culture Night at their venue for nothing, not even offering to pay expenses for them. No matter how wonderful the atmosphere in town, or how many displays were popping up at you, my first ever Culture Night had this notion of slight exploitation at the back of my head. The five stars I give are for the visit I took to Gallery X.
"When I get that feeling, I get a sexual healing"
Hysteria - a word loaded with meaning. Or at least it was. This word, now used to describe an outburst of humour, was used for many years pre-early 20th century in the medical dictionary. A disorder. A mental illness. Cured by manual stimulation in some cases, but getting locked away for a long time in others. Purely a female thing, it slowly fell out of favour as a recognised illness. But women are still called hysterical, as in losing control of their emotions to an irrational degree. The Hysterical Women Collective, a women's art group set up in 2009 by artist Alexandra Unger, seek to "celebrate emotional excess, lack of control and the body as the expression of an inner dimension". Their exhibition Glorious Shame, tucked downstairs in Gallery X(nine months open in Herbert Street), is a collection that illustrates the female body, roles played and perceived by others, desires, hopes and expectations placed on them. Not suitable for under-18s or those with a scarlet disposition, it is very apt that is hidden behind a velvet curtain. Of three artists present, I meet Alexandra first, whose installation of toys and children's drawings is quite the trompe l'oeil. "Children's dolls do not have genitals on them, but when they are curious about the body and don't see it as taboo, you cannot explain to them what is what via the toys. They want to be grown up more and more these days". Hence the "corrupting" of the dolls and teddies in the installation. The crayon drawings would make anyone jump out of their skin, see photos. Alex and her cherubic daughter Matilda treated us to a performance in front of a mirror, mimicking the Oedipal phase of a little girl trying to emulate her mother via cosmetic means. Anna Lewenhaupt's framed collages take retro Playboy pictures from the 80s and bring them into a new kitsch realm. "I wanted the women to star in their own story (instead of in a man's fantasy I presume) and their own universe..... to take them into a space age modernity". Marcela Iriarte's more modern nude women images are juxtaposed on to blue china and decoupage, contrasting the types of women expected, the one you think you want around the house with the one created for film and tv.
The four remaining use different materials, oil paint and acrylics, delicate lace with x-rated text, black and white photography and sculpture, mixed materials. I particulary like the Lust series by Emma Harvey, the role of how pornography shapes and colours the view of women as objects.
The exhibition is on until 16th of October and is a new kind of must-see. If you find yourself blushing at any of it, ask yourself why. read more