Swinton’s
photography exhibition at Aperture, based on Woolf’s iconic novel, Orlando,
does not challenge our imperious need to classify bodies, but is definitely one
worth seeing.
Ksenia M. Soboleva
View of Orlando at Aperture Gallery (photo by
Deyane Moses, courtesy of Aperture Gallery)
“Guest-edited by Tilda Swinton. Inspired by
Virginia Woolf,” so reads the cover of this year’s summer edition of Aperture.
The issue and the accompanying exhibition are centered around Woolf’s 1928
novel Orlando, a piece of writing Swinton knows intimately, as she embodied the
character Orlando in Sally Potter’s 1992 film adaptation of the novel.
Let me start by
saying that I tend to be rather skeptical at the idea of award-winning actors
curating art exhibitions, not so much because it indulges the cult of celebrity
(I am guilty of writing quite a few fan-letters in my younger days), but
because it implies that anyone — regardless of their professional background —
can pick up curating as a leisurely hobby. As such, the widespread use of the
term threatens to debase the profession irretrievably.
Swinton, however, is
not a complete outsider to the art world. In the early 1990s, she starred in
some of experimental filmmaker Derek Jarman’s most well-known films, and came
of age with the Young British Artists crowd. A close friend to Cornelia Parker,
Swinton was featured in the installation artist’s 1995 exhibition at the
Serpentine Galleries, where the actress was on view among other curiosities,
resting in a glass box constructed by Parker. Swinton’s presence struck such a
cord with then MoMA curator Klaus Biesenbach, that he invited her to restage
this particular performance (without any of its original context) at MoMA in
2013, drawing in significant crowds.
Orlando is Swinton’s
first foray into curating, and perhaps not surprisingly (it being Pride month
and all) she has decided to revisit a queer narrative in which a young English
nobleman lives for three centuries without aging and changes genders along the
way. Rather than selecting (dare I say curating) specific works, Swinton
invited 11 contemporary photographers to contribute to the exhibition,
including Zackary Drucker, Paul Mpagi Sepuya, and Mickalene Thomas. Some
artists made new work specifically for the show, while others contributed
something from their archive.
What results is an
undeniably pleasing show aesthetically, reminiscent of those moments right
before falling asleep in the sun; soft, hazy, and drenched in color. Cast
against various lush backgrounds, Thomas explores androgyny in extravagant portraits
of her partner Racquel Chevremont and performance artist Zachary Tye
Richardson, while brilliant colors bleed into cold monochrome sculptures in
Viviane Sassen’s Venus & Mercury series.
In her introduction,
Swinton notes that she views Orlando as “being far less only about gender and
far more about the profound flexibility of the fully awake and sensate spirit.”
She is supported in this vision by various writing contributions to this issue,
which include the usual suspects such as Jack Halberstam, Eileen Myles, and
Maggie Nelson.
However, this vision
does not shine through in the exhibition. There are a few notable exceptions;
Sepuya thoughtfully addresses the blatant racism that takes place on the first
page of Woolf’s novel, where Orlando is found playing with a decapitated head
of a Moor. Lynn Herschman Leeson’s documentation of the five-year-long
performance (1973-1978) she did as a fictional persona named Roberta Breitner
demonstrates that as early as 1973, she was exploring the false notion of an
authentic self, visualizing a fluid identity that is not necessarily connected
to gender.
Most of the
photographs, however, are focused precisely on gender as it relates to the
body; from Collier Shorr documenting the transition of model Casil Mcarthur, in
breathtaking photographs that risk falling into the “before” and “after” trope
of gender transitions; to Drucker capturing her role model and trans icon
Rosalyne Blumenstein wearing a number of fabulous outfits, as well as fully
nude.
Showcasing some of the
most talented photographers of our time, Swinton’s exhibition is certainly one
worth seeing, even if it does not offer a curatorial intervention or challenge
our imperious need to classify bodies. Remember that Woolf wrote Orlando as a
fictional biography of her lover Vita Sackville-West, not intending for it to
be a creative masterpiece, but rather an expression of affection or a
compliment to someone she admired.
Orlando, guest
curated by Tilda Swinton, is on view at Aperture Gallery (547 W 27th St, 4th
floor, New York, NY) through July 11.
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