Sunday, February 1, 2009
Truth Within the Lies
I have just come in from a writer's conference in Manhattan. Not only was the conference totally invigorating in terms of creative ideas, I was finally able to catch some really great exhibitions at the Museum of Modern Art before they close. Pipilotti Rist: Pour Your Body Out (7354 Cubic Meters) is an electric experience, literally. By projecting psychedelic images on the blank expanse of walls in the center of the museum, the space is completely transformed into a moving womb. Another amazing show to catch was the Marlene Dumas exhibition, Measuring Your Own Grave. James and I have been following Dumas' career for at least ten years now, and are delighted to see her get the attention and acclaim she deserves. Her portraits, especially the loose ink washes, reveal an amazing ability to be complex and simple at the same time. Her images of faces are able to convey the pathos of a person's experience in a few strokes of the brush. Her potent mix of sexuality, death, religion, and humanity left a lasting impression.