Unbelievable part 21: Performing Camp and Sexuality
27
March 2020
Following
from the previous posts looking at performativity
more generally and of violence
specifically in the
Treasures from the Wreck of the Unbelievable sculptures,
it is worth turning to the many performances of
sexuality, camp, the body and gender.
After
the striking reveal of the Calendar
Stone upon
entering the first room in Punta della Dogana, visitors came to the
towering headless figure of The
Diver,
a 5m-tall coral-covered bronze depicting a buxom naked woman
outstretched in a diving pose. This was accompanied by a light-box
photograph of the sculpture on the ocean floor being found by the
divers playing the role of the recovery team.
In
Hettie Judah’s words,
The
Diver
has ‘the figure of a porn star, complete with full bikini wax and
peeping labia’. As a headless woman with her points of interest,
shall we say, left rather unobscured by the coral, this sculpture
does call to mind leering images framed to ‘decapitate’ the
models so as not to detract from the main attractions. That calling
her ‘the diver’ evokes the idea of ‘going down’ evokes a
sense that the face is not to be looked at, but ought to perform an
unseen function.
Until
I found
Judah’s review just a few weeks ago, and nearly three years since
the exhibition opened, I
thought I was thinking too much of what I took from this image when
considering The
Diver,
so I am grateful to have found it. And, if you’ve been following my
posts thus far you’ll know that no connection is too far a stretch!
To
push a little further, The
Diver
and the light-box photograph The
Diver with Divers for
me call to mind Interpol’s ‘Stella Was A Diver and She Was Always
Down’ from their 2002 album, Turn
On The Bright Lights.
Some of the lyrics
state:
‘At
the bottom of the ocean she dwells
From crevices caressed by fingers
And fat blue serpent swells
From crevices caressed by fingers
And fat blue serpent swells
[…]
Well,
she was my catatonic sex toy, love drug diver
She went down, down, down there into the sea
Yeah, she went down, down, down there
Down there for me, right on’
She went down, down, down there into the sea
Yeah, she went down, down, down there
Down there for me, right on’
With
all the other pop and film culture references throughout the show, it
wouldn’t surprise me if inspiration was also taken from this kind
of example from contemporary music. Either that, or both the artwork
and the song could be referencing The
Illuminatus! Trilogy
by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson, which, given the references
to William Burroughs’s The
Soft Machine
as
another (violently) erotic sci-fi,
would
equally not be a surprise, and might help explain why fantasy fans
have reacted positively to finding circulated images of the show and
the film about it.
As
a sculpture with the additions of what I’m certain are painted
bronze coral-like structures, she has indeed got ‘crevices caressed
by fingers’ from her making as well as in innuendo. In addition to
The
Diver,
I also relate some of the lines from the song like ‘fat blue
serpent swells’ with the blue Andromeda
and the Sea Monster as
the shark is accompanied by a creature that looks more like Cetus
from the myth also swelling up out of the waves. If the connections
are not deliberate, then they are at least uncanny.
Demon
with Bowl (Exhibition Enlargement) is
another work around which I stifled my initial reactions in case I
was seeing something not there. Again, Judah’s review validated my
feelings concerning its campness; he’s positively prancing while
tantalisingly extending his offering. Camp as performative code for
queer, particularly in de-sexualised British depictions after the
decriminalisation of male homosexuality in 1967 (Mr Humphries lilting
his catchphrase ‘I’m free!’ in Are
You Being Served? comes
to mind), is fused here with the louche appearance of the Demon,
which fully imagines the ‘manhood’ concealed in William Blake’s
miniature painting The
Ghost of a Flea.
The Tate’s description
of the painting reads:
‘John
Varley – an artist, astrologer and close friend of Blake –
reported in his Treatise
on Zodiacal Physiognomy (1882)
that Blake once had a spiritual vision of a ghost of a flea and that
“This spirit visited his imagination in such a figure as he never
anticipated in an insect.” While drawing the spirit it told the
artist that all fleas were inhabited by the souls of men who were “by
nature bloodthirsty to excess”. In the painting it holds a cup for
blood-drinking and stares eagerly towards it. Blake’s amalgamation
of man and beast suggests a human character marred by animalistic
traits.’
There
is nothing to say the excessive blood-thirst cannot be read as one of
sexual desire, hence the cloak of shame implied as we glimpse Blake’s
naked ghost as it crosses a curtained stage while looking longingly
at its bowl – a vessel from which to take illicit fluids.
The
unions and fusions between humans and animals throughout the show seem to explore a tipping point between violence and sexuality. As discussed last time, The
Minotaur is
an example of this tipping over and the sexual aspect is more one of
coercive control. However, many other works are caught in the moments
of tension immediately before a grievous act, or the aftermath of
one, often between a human(oid) and creature or showing a scene of
victimhood.
I’ve
written before about the anatomically accurate female genitals in the
back of the fly head in Metamorphosis,
one of the few examples (that include Dead Woman and Woman's Tomb) of a clothed figure with the anatomy in
question on display and yet concealed by its positioning in a corner,
albeit with the back facing a window looking out over the Venetian
lagoon. It flips the notion that female genitals should be concealed,
and in art, smoothed away, while access must be granted at any time.
It does this by showing everything in full but in a position and at a
height and as part of an artwork where touching is out of the
question. The classical figure-hugging draped dress on the half-woman
half-fly rather sexualises her in perhaps a more ‘refined’ way
while the fine lines and tantalising tactility of the dress clash
with the repulsive image of the giant fly. Do they counteract each
other, I wonder? Can we see beauty in something between?
The
character of Seth Brundle in The
Fly (dir.
David Cronenberg, 1986)i
makes the rash decision of trialling his teleportation pods on
himself after expressing jealousy over his lover’s contact with her
former partner. A time after being unwittingly fused with a housefly
and scaring off Geena Davis’s Veronica Quaife, he seduces another
young woman only to try to use her as a further test subject. This
sexually charged body horror teases the boundaries of subjective
considerations of what acceptable sexual conduct may be. Being fused
with an insect with only the impulses to feed, purge and procreate
sends Brundle into a spiral of what his changing body can do at any
stage of the transformation, really extending the metaphor of what
any body can perform, sexually or otherwise, at any stage in its
life, with life itself understood as a perpetual state of
transformation.
Ronnie’s
nightmarish pregnancy that she is prevented from terminating due to
the horror expressed by the men around her at her wanting to exercise
reproductive rights, causes her death in the sequel. The
Fly II (dir.
Chris Walas, 1989) focuses on the monstrous progeny. Can Hirst’s
Metamorphosis
be
read as a reclamation of women’s bodies as battlegrounds for sexual
and reproductive rights? Can we focus on the body’s beauty, and the
beauty of an area of women’s bodies that is heavily policed and
shamed and othered as at once obscene and desired by society and
culture? Can we confront, and even accept, our own baser, animalistic
natures as still evolving creatures?
Penitent, i.e. a silver Gimp mask, in Palazzo Grassi, June 2017 |
Sexualities
perceived as grotesque or perverse are implicitly present in the
Calendar
Stone,
given its connection with William Burroughs’s 1961 novel The
Soft Machine.
The sculpture and its connection with the book build on Hirst’s
previous anatomical sculptures that strip back the flesh and exude
another sign of illicit sexuality, such as teenage pregnancy in
Virgin
Mother,
while also evoking sexualised forms of social control (e.g. the
statutory rape of minors alongside the withholding of access to
abortion).
The novel features gratuitous descriptions of sexual acts between men
and boys conflated with the time travel process of transposing from
one body to another, all to emancipate slave workers from the Mayan
priests who control them.
At the risk of suggesting something unwholesome, it’s worth looking at
the inclusion of Mowgli and Baloo from Disney’s The
Jungle Book (1967)
in the coral-covered sculpture called Best
Friends.
The characters are positioned with the young man-cub straddling the
large bear lying on his back and both are laughing. Perhaps on its
own this could be seen as an image of playful innocence, but its
placing in the exhibition meant it could not help but be seen with
the residue from the many sexually charged works; even if you had
wanted to go straight to room 8 of Palazzo Grassi to see it, you
would have been bombarded by hyper-sexual figures no matter which
direction you took to get there. Together The
Collector
and Friend showing
Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse holding hands and waving happily, it
also speaks to the many inter-species relationships underpinning the
show. These have the figures on a par, whereas the Lion
Women of Asit Mayor
is an example of inequality with one entity commanding power over the
other. Do the fusions, then, speak to a parity between humans and
animals, or in the case of Hermaphrodite,
equality and ‘bothness’ between sexes and genders? It's definitely worth poking at this further to find out.
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