Camille Gage blacks out the background of military caskets, much as the conflicts themselves have disappeared from American life.
Hend al-Mansour alludes to her Arabic heritage in a self-portrait as a traditional and modern woman.
Anna Garski’s “Your Gaze Hits the Side of My Face, Homage to Barbara Kruger.”
In a vivid metaphor for women’s abuse and censorship, Sarah Kass tries to speak through a mouth full of dried grass in her “Hay Breath” video.
In her “Suicide Survivors’ Club” books, designer Laurie Phillips uses photos, cartoons, drawings and their own words to help surviving family members resolve their grief following a family member’s death.
Images provided by St. Catherine University,
How to be a Feminist Artist
What: Paintings, sculpture, fiber art, books, videos, installations and performance art by 11 participants in the Women’s Art Institute.
When: 8 a.m.-8 p.m. Mon.-Fri.; noon-6 p.m. Sat.-Sun. Ends March 23.
Where: Catherine G. Murphy Gallery, Visual Arts Building, St. Catherine University, 2004 Randolph Av., St. Paul.
Tickets: Free. 651-690-6644 or www.stkate.edu/gallery.
Reading: Curators Patricia Olson and Elizabeth Erickson will read from their in-progress book about the Women’s Art Institute, also titled “How to Be a Feminist Artist.” 7 p.m. March 12. Free. Visual Arts Building lecture hall.
St. Catherine showcases feminist art by 11 contemporary women
- Article by: Mary Abbe
- Star Tribune
- February 27, 2014 - 3:55 PM
Are we there yet?
Can women finally chuck the feminist politics and just lean in, along with billionaire Facebook CEO Sheryl Sandberg, confident that success is ours to seize?
Probably not. For most women there’s the daily 9-to-5 with the kid care hassles, office wrangles, 75-cents-on-the-guy’s-dollar salaries, self-doubt and nagging questions about whether there might be more to life, if only.
If the women happen to be artists, there’s more useful advice than “lean in” to be found through the Women’s Art Institute. For 15 years since its founding by Minnesota artists Elizabeth Erickson and Patricia Olson, the institute has challenged and nurtured women seeking to refine and focus their art, in part through a monthlong summer seminar co-sponsored by St. Catherine University and Minneapolis College of Art and Design.
“How to Be a Feminist Artist,” a smart show organized by Erickson and Olson that’s on view at St. Catherine through March 23, offers a wide-ranging sample of work by 11 institute participants. The work is nuanced and potent, even when dealing with topics as difficult as U.S. military deaths, abuse, male-female power struggles and the role of women in Arabic cultures. There are also personal images, abstractions and playful diversions.
The most emotionally affecting piece is “Suicide Survivors’ Club: A Family’s Journey Through the Death of Their Loved One,” a series of little books designed and produced by graphic artist Laurie Phillips about a family’s emotional upheaval following the suicide of a husband and father of three. Each book tells the story of one survivor in simple, moving words, the mother tangled in legal and survival problems, the college-age daughter emotionally derailed, sons ages 5 and 7 drifting between play and incomprehension.
Phillips’ imaginative watercolors, shifting perspectives and whimsical cartoons set just the right tone, conveying the tragedy’s pain and resolution without sentimental pathos. In a remarkable outburst of do-it-yourself therapy, several gallery visitors on a recent morning paused to read the little books and then began spontaneously talking about them with other visitors.
War is the ostensible subject of Camille Gage’s photos, but loss is their theme. In her “War Mediated” series, she has altered photos of U.S. military personnel by blacking out everything but the flag-covered caskets in which they carry the bodies of soldiers killed in Iraq or Afghanistan. Those stark images are complemented by a gauzy white scrim on which she’s stitched words naming things that contemporary society has lost — family, god, friends, innocence and so on. The meditative simplicity of the piece hovers like a benediction in the gallery.
Nearby hang beautiful screenprints by Hend al-Mansour, a Saudi Arabian doctor turned Minnesota artist. Called “Facebook 1 and 2,” they are double portraits of the artist writing Arabic calligraphy amid traditional textiles. Because representational imagery is prohibited in traditional Arabic cultures, the portraits are more startling in her homeland than here where, once again, Al-Mansour has effectively fused modern sensibility and traditional motifs.
Other images range from Rachel Breen’s wall-sized abstraction of white dots that coalesce into grids, to charming portraits of cats and dogs by the aptly named Kat Corrigan. In bluntly candid self-portraits, Anna Garski takes on male-female body issues from menstruation to women’s awareness of men’s scrutiny. Karen Wilcox employs archetypal imagery in a woman/serpent sculpture and paintings emphasizing male and female sex-linked traits (breasts, penis, facial structure). Paige Tighe documents public reaction to a street theater performance in which she strolled about holding hands with various people — young, old, male, female, different races.
Made from twisted wire and a spaghetti-like pile of animal gut, the sculptures of Carolyn Halliday are visually striking though less clearly “feminist” in theme. In handsome watercolors, Nicole Drilling raises the perennial question of whether abstract beauty matters and what it means.
For originality and raw emotional impact, Sarah Kass is the artist to watch. Literally. Running continually on a video monitor, her five-minute “Hay Breath” performance is gripping and gutsy. In it Kass, on the verge of tears, stuffs her mouth full of hay and then struggles to speak, her words garbled and muffled by the dry grasses. As a metaphor for women’s abuse, repression and self-censorship, “Hay Breath,” and an accompanying suite of poems, is potent and memorable. Pay attention.
Mary.Abbe@startribune.com • 612-673-4431
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