at Klowden Mann (through June 15)
When I wrote about Rebecca Farr’s fourth solo exhibit in November of 2016, I said it was everything. I saw the show immediately following the 2016 presidential election and Farr’s show created a nurturing embrace and a place for soul-and nation-searching. In her fifth solo exhibit at Klowden Mann, Animal Love Thyself, Farr’s exhibition again feels like everything we need in an age that is amidst Trump’s presidency, amidst the wake of #MeToo and #TimesUp, and amidst a time that is more and more against the rights of people who are not hetero, cis, white men
Farr’s multimedia show consists of large plastered works of furniture and other household items, oil paintings on wood and canvas, and ceramic sculptures. With ambitious goals, Farr sets out to break down and interrogate biblical stories and origin myths that have either cast, or in some cases even expelled, the body and the feminine as secondary and unnecessary. From the show’s press release, “Farr has made a study of the moments in which the body is asked to abandon itself as an act of spiritual development and offers an integrative remedy to an old wound.”
Dividing the gallery into different spaces, each featuring an overarching story and theme, Farr uses her mixed media to create domestic divisions throughout. Upon entry, visitors are greeted by a plaster garden of animals on the floor (made from plastered stuffed animals), aptly called Animal Greeting. It looks as if Farr dipped the animals generously into plaster so that they are rounded, globulous, and inviting. If you look closely, you notice things that hint at the exhibit’s overarching theme, such as a larger dog in an embrace with a smaller one on its lap, almost an animalistic homage to Michelangelo Buonarroti’s Pietà, suggestive of the Virgin Mary holding a Christ figure in its lap.
The animals gather in this garden, near hanging ceramic braids on the wall, and a beautiful painting indicative of both Farr’s style in general and this show specifically. This work, Promised Land I, ties in all of the colors and feelings of the show, welcoming viewers to enter the Judeo-Christian tale of the expulsion of Adam and Eve from Eden. In a living-room like setting, a plastered lamp and table suggest both Adam and Eve’s presence and absence at the same time. Is this the garden from which they were expelled or is this the domestic space they inherited via expulsion? Both options feel empty and hollow, yet also with the suggestion of hallowedness.
Promised Land III
Promised Land II
There are really special moments throughout the show — ones that require the viewer to engage personally and poetically with the work and domestic spaces Farr has created. Moving deeper into the gallery, Farr dedicates one area to the Coronation of the Virgin. This is a massive project to reclaim the female body and its creative power, thus rewriting that reclamation into new mythologies, but Farr does so in the gentlest and subtlest of ways.
Mary’s vanity table awaits us, a plastered girl’s table covered in organic ceramic tools suggestive of both male and female reproductive organs. Through this table alone, viewers are asked to consider Mary’s role in this virgin birth. Farr returns to her the powers of fertility, birthing, of life, and of creation. Around the corner, as if stepping into Mary’s dressing room, we are confronted with a plastered chaise lounge with a ceramic crown resting atop. Paintings also hang above, including one of the more figurative suggestions of Mary entitled The Moment She Realized She Was a Girl. This work made me gasp and also breathe a huge sigh of relief upon seeing it. It is again everything for this moment now.
In the work, composed of subdued shades of blues and reds, Mary wears her crown, which in this case, as on the chaise, is actually a pelvic crown. Thus again and again, Farr deconstructs and reconstructs the biblical renderings of Mary to reimbue her reproductive rights, her choice, and her primordial creation.
The Moment She Realized She Was a Girl
Mary’s hands hold her uterus and pelvic area powerfully, as her inner organs shine through in a bright reddish pink hue, suggesting the confusion of power, privilege, confusion, and curse that come to pubescent young women through the arrival of their periods. This is a quiet, contemplative, and horrifying moment that many women can probably relate to, as Mary holds what feels like all life within her, and also without her. This is that moment when girls realize what it means to be a woman in this society. What it means to hold the power and pain of life and yet also be the dehumanized object of the gaze. It is about the things we carry and inherit, and the things we ought to reject. Farr’s work is an exploration of what it means to be a girl and later a woman in the Western world, through its art, culture, and storytelling. What does it do, then, when Farr retells a story that traditionally casts Mary merely as a vessel to fill, or a womb to be claimed, and instead makes her a sexual creator of life and a god herself?
In Farr’s words, Mary “is reduced to just being a docile vessel, devoid of earthly pleasure, power or desire—just a willing open vessel, soft and gentle perpetually bowing the head. For me this is one of the most dramatic wounds in the bible. For women, but I feel for humanity in general. By dismantling the power of the feminine as co-creator of life and generator within her body, by taking away her desire and power of her pelvis as a seat of incredible power so many aspects of human experience are reduced and degraded. Taking sex away from her (from all of us) and sticking her up in the sky as the queen of heavens feels directly connected to why whales are dying and oil is being sucked out of the ground. The sacred is not seen in the physical from that moment on.”
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