Jürgenssen started to measure femininity against criteria established by men very early on. At the age of eight, she began to fill the pages of a school notebook with drawings based on pictures by Picasso, some of them copied faithfully, others with improvised elements.
What does lament sound like? Ask Helen Cammock, and a multitude of voices unfurl—voices made of feelings that fail language but unfold through it. Lamentations, mourning, and grief are acknowledgments of pain embedded with ecstatic grace. They signal the ability to overcome distress via narrative, fellowship, and hope, and point toward what can be done, what is to come, and, ultimately, what stays within us along the path.
In his new exhibition at Magasin III Jaffa in Tel Aviv, Israeli-born, Copenhagen-based artist Tal R follows Picasso’s footsteps with his own version of Guernica (1937), an opportunity to reflect upon the artist’s yearslong penchant for appropriating the history of modern art and to consider its aesthetico-political implications.
The idea of systemic fear infuses the whole exhibition. From the fear of failure to the fear of violence or exclusion, fear is real, and it is meted out to certain population groups by the structures of disempowerment they have to struggle against—structures mainly built by others.
I first encountered Korean artist Mire Lee via an Instagram story—a documentation of Andrea, Ophelia, at the endless house (2018). Her works, despite intermediary layers of digital conversion, evoked a convolution of haptic intrigue: the darkened studio space was dimly lit by a screen looping a voyeuristic video of Asian women in transit. Next to it, a mysterious, wet thing—towels, chains, silicone hoses, and steel wire entangled into a giant lump—slowly rotated in a pool of glycerin spread across a steel plinth suspended by a set of tentacular appendages. Suddenly the thing spasmed, making a loud noise as it disentangled itself and splashed gooey liquid onto the floor. Confronted by that creature born of machinery and slime, I felt a mixture of nausea and arousal.