BAD GIRLS: Louise Bourgeois
BAD GIRLS: LOUISE BOURGEOIS
Louise Bourgeois, 27 June – 28 September, The Guggenheim Museum, New York City
If I was an artist– and I am not, sigh! - I would be at Louise Bourgeois’ Chelsea door every Sunday with the hope of attending her weekly salon, over thirty years in the running. Perhaps instead of a painting I could bring a bottle of ZETTE and tell her why I love her so?
I love Louise Bourgeois because she invented a wholly original way to explore and express herself. A visual memoirist with her own lexicon, at ninety-six Bourgeois has spun her past into objects, drawings and installations for over five decades. There are spiders, spools, dolls – do we even need to break the code?
One of my favorite Louise Bourgeois installations was 1994’s Red Rooms at The Peter Blum Gallery, New York City. Was the object over the parents’ bed the not so secret relationship between Mr. Bourgeois and the housekeeper? What about the red spools in the child’s room? Her mother had been a tapestry restorer, what is Bourgeois saying? You tell me. Whatever the case, the work stands on its own. It needs no back-story.
I am counting the days until the Guggenheim’s retrospective of her work. To think that the ramps will be filled to the brim with such personal myth! Louise’s gutsy expression is an example to all of us looking to uncover our truth.
What is your lexicon?
Louise Bourgeois, 27 June – 28 September, The Guggenheim Museum, New York City
If I was an artist– and I am not, sigh! - I would be at Louise Bourgeois’ Chelsea door every Sunday with the hope of attending her weekly salon, over thirty years in the running. Perhaps instead of a painting I could bring a bottle of ZETTE and tell her why I love her so?
I love Louise Bourgeois because she invented a wholly original way to explore and express herself. A visual memoirist with her own lexicon, at ninety-six Bourgeois has spun her past into objects, drawings and installations for over five decades. There are spiders, spools, dolls – do we even need to break the code?
One of my favorite Louise Bourgeois installations was 1994’s Red Rooms at The Peter Blum Gallery, New York City. Was the object over the parents’ bed the not so secret relationship between Mr. Bourgeois and the housekeeper? What about the red spools in the child’s room? Her mother had been a tapestry restorer, what is Bourgeois saying? You tell me. Whatever the case, the work stands on its own. It needs no back-story.
I am counting the days until the Guggenheim’s retrospective of her work. To think that the ramps will be filled to the brim with such personal myth! Louise’s gutsy expression is an example to all of us looking to uncover our truth.
What is your lexicon?
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1 Comments:
oh to sit in a red room with a glass of zette. bad girl heaven!
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