tracey moffatt - other - le bastart

Tracey Moffatt, interracial desire, a matter of ghosts

Je pense que le couple nègre/blanche est pire qu’une bombe, writes Dany Laferrière (Comment faire l’amour avec un nègre sans se fatiguer, 1985). Sexuality is, more than anything, a matter of ghosts, and the ghost that join a black man and a white woman is one of the most explosive that there is. Sexual imaginaries in relation to ethnic otherness continue to bear the burden of colonial legacy. The topics are renewed, adapting to the changing demands […]

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Santiago Ydáñez, taming the monster

In the pictorial universe of Santiago Ydáñez the snow is never virgin, the children are not innocent, the human tends to bestiality, the statue acquires carnal morbidity and the living flesh is mummified. The animal oscillates between the tenderness and the monstrous, becomes a haunting metaphor like the winter landscape, idyllic and at the same time atrocious. Inveterate collector and lover of Baroque carvings, Santiago does not hesitate to visit the assorted churches of virgins […]

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Marina Vargas, body as container

Historians generally place the beginnings of art in the search of mimesis, the copy of the same, that Pliny the Elder exemplified by the story of a girl drawing the silhouette of her lover on the wall to retain his image. But the cave painting reveals that primitive man and woman barely-represented themselves, and when they did it was in merger with other animals (therians) or in a extremely fragmentary form. So, as Bataille observed, […]

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Miss Van, desire and fantasy

Miss Van’s dolls don’t require external mechanisms to move, don’t demand the male gaze to be defined, eroticism is born and dies in themselves. Masquerade lovers, they dabble with endless fugitives identities: nymphs or witches, showgirls or shepherdesses, sadistic countesses or lubricous girls… They started on the street, provoking passer-by with their slanted eyes, but soon percolated into galleries and museums. The CAC Malaga didn’t want to be outdone, inviting them to occupy its rooms. […]