January 2017_by Marcella Vanzo
Kienholz or the staging of a nightmare. Fantasy and the real intertwine in a climax of installations as if they were an embalmed performance. Sweet and brutal, this exhibition presents us with the American west as the artists see it: hopeless. There are no exceptions, women are reduced to a pinball vagina, a billiards vagina, a small hairy beast vagina, yet worth castrating and killing a nigger if a white vagina. Right in front of your children.
An already potentially obese child, sad couples dazed by too much trash TV, a piercing lack of content and shape all over the place. Perfectly framed, impeccably installed within each work. Children carts are mixed with a welcoming, impotent, impending Christ. Dismembered. Face, hands and feet only, the rest of His Holy Body does not exist. Repeated on and on as if it were a slogan. Repeated on and on as the music coming from next door, where a gloomy carousel tells us that our destiny is not ours, but deeply connected to the place where we are born.
So this is the United States, the Kienholz seem to say with Five Car Stud 1969-72, forget about bright city lights, this is what expects you: a teddy bear climbing out of real leather boots to stick his penis into a little girl’s face, and the worst is yet to come. With Donald Trump as new president, this show just seems too actual.
A five star show, extended until April 9th 2017.