It Was All A Dream

09.19.2011

ART & DESIGN

Kenyan born Wangechi Mutu has been creating some of the art world’s most provocative painting and installations for the better part of a decade. Exhuming Gluttony: Another Requiem, her current installation at the Guggenheim Museum Bilbao began as a collaboration with Ghanian architect David Adjaye; the space has bottles hanging from the ceiling dripping red wine onto fur pelts and is a sensory engaging, visceral commentary on the cycles of consumerism. The recently married 38-year-old Brooklyn resident has earned the attention of Vogue and other women’s magazines for her singular style and effortless poise. Ironic, since it is often those same women’s tomes that she rips images to collage onto her massive paintings that examine women’s bodies and the many ways ingested text and images from mainstream media, maim and contort them. A Yale graduate who also studied at Parsons and Cooper Union Art School, Mutu brings intellectual rigor to the very physical world of painting.

Life+Times: There have been (revived) recent assaults on black feminine beauty; whether it’s shoddy scientific polls or some new attack on Serena Williams’ strong body. So much of your work in painting has been about opening up the psychological spaces where we’ve internalized messages abt the supremacy of “white beauty”. What if anything at all, can art and representation contribute towards healing?
Wangechi Mutu
: As an African woman I truly believe one of the things most potent and even threatening things about black femaleness is how thoroughly un-charecterizable and broad of a definition it is. I mean what really is Black female beauty? Is it black to brown to caramelized skin…surely it’s more than skin deep, Is it a certain composure, attitude or decorum, but aren’t these learned and rehearsed traits? Is it sunny weather genes? Is it anyone derived from African women, but wait doesn’t that just mean everyone. There are just so many different physical “phenotypes,” cultural sways, linguistic melodies, personal swaggers that characterize what we want to call black feminine beauty. The thing is that “African” is the mother of all our genes and I suppose every little new thing or mutation we’ve been able to develop as a species that doesn’t look anymore African-black-mama-like makes us feel slightly unique. Like pubescent rebel prodigy, eternally trying to cut our genetic umbilical chords and come up with something our Black Mama didn’t make us into. I’m obsessed with the fact that every-where you look beauty ideals are influenced by all kinds of feminine black characteristics…and yet ironically I try to portray the slight fear or colonial hangover we have of these melanin stained reminders.

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  • http://twitter.com/realmira4u ouraga samira

    this site is an open to all the things i can’t access right now. i hope i can live these experiences later in life. xoxo

  • Bettie Cager-Serrai

    I have been obsessed with Wangechi since reading about her in Vogue and seeing her work at the Studio Museum of Harlem! She’s got such an amazing sense of self, and it really shows in her work. I love how much she seems to find us (black women) beautiful and mystical and wild, love hearing from her. Nice work.

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