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Alison Saar, Hankerin' Heart |
Last Thursday, I drove across town in rush hour traffic as a spectacular
downpour sent huge streaks of lightening flashing across the sky. I was
trying to get from my office to the David C. Driskell Center for the Study of the Visual Arts of African Americans and the African Diaspora in time to hear Alison Saar talk about the extraordinary, enigmatic, moving, works in her exhibition, Still.
Rushing up the back stairs nearly an hour after the reception was
scheduled to start, I was sure that I was too late. So I was delighted
to her her amplified voice as I walked into the spacious gallery, which
was filled with so many visitors that it was hard to see either the
artist or the art.
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Alison Saar, Black Lightening |
As I was to soon discover, Saar had just begun to talk about the
eleven sculptures that were scattered around the room, filling it with
their energetic presence. The first, near the entrance, was a
strange-looking contraption consisting of a mop; a low stool; a bucket,
two boxing gloves made out of glass; and an assortment of wires, pipes,
and machinery, including a hand-operated pump. The boxing gloves were
filled with water that had been dyed red, to resemble blood. As the
artist demonstrated, working the pump causes some of the red fluid that
is in the bucket to move up through the pipes into the boxing gloves, so
that it spills out over the wrists and falls back into the bucket. As
Saar pointed out, Black Lightening uses the images of boxing
gloves and blood to evoke the violence of many professional sports;
while the closed circuit of red fluid suggests the limited and limiting
choices between entertainer and janitor that society offers to the
young, Black men who are given little education and less hope. This does
not, of course, exhaust all the possible interpretations of this piece
-- the artist's thoughts are only the beginning of the conversation.
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Alison Saar, Weight |
Young,
Black women are often similarly limited in their life choices. In Weight,
Saar balances the sculpted figure of a young, nude, Black woman sitting on a
swing against shackles, boxing gloves, pots and pans, a scythe, and other
objects suggesting domestic labor or work in the fields. In describing her
process of working on this piece, Saar mentioned that she has been criticized
for insisting on making images about the injustices suffered by
African-Americans, since she looks as though she is a White woman of privilege. What these critics seem to ignore is that Saar, herself, is
a person of mixed race. And even if she were not herself of African heritage, Saar feels keenly that injustice to one is injustice to all.
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Alison Saar, Hankerin' Heart (detail) |
Justice,
however, is not Saar’s only issue. The awkward, leggy cast bronze sculptures
called, collectively, Hankerin’ Heart are
three meditations on the universal desire to feel loved. Mosey,
Hincty, and Gimpty (I never quite figured out which is which) are variations on the theme of having one’s heart exposed,
naked, vulnerable. Each one is about the size of a human being, if that human
being were reduced to nothing but nerves, blood vessels, and longing. At
certain angles, the torn, scarred, sewn-together hearts resemble faces, scrunched
down between hunched shoulders, yet peering out hopefully. Haven’t we all felt
like that sometimes?
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