Although the six artists in “Tomboy” are lesbians (according to the catalogue essay), the artworks in the exhibition don’t depict graphically charged lesbian imagery (there’s no pornography or strap-on dildos). Instead, the artworks are androgynous. They aren’t dogmatic or overtly political, but rather sing with visual self-assurance, and that’s a crowning achievement for art. “Tomboy” seems to be more about social attributes and characteristics than about the core of a person’s identity, more about clothing than vaginas.
The term “tomboy” doesn’t necessarily equate with lesbianism. A woman who acts like a man, and who loves other women, is better described as a butch lesbian, the opposite of a femme. Usage of the pejorative “tomboy” dates back to the mid-1500s, three centuries before the word “lesbian” was ever used to mean woman/woman love. Where “butch lesbianism” concerns sex, “tomboy” concerns gender-flipping, and a straight woman can be a tomboy—she may enjoy male-coded activities like football, fixing car engines, wearing suits and spitting on the sidewalk. This stringent terminology is the side effect of decades-long battles over identity politics and civil rights.
Tomboy is a strategy; it is a reason to think about bodies again. Daphne Fitzpatrick’s pile of dirty old shoes is reminiscent of the devastating but common displays in Holocaust museums, where piles of victims’ shoes stand in for lost identities. Shoes are a buffer with the world, and they protect us. Fitzpatrick sheds these extensions of her body into a little pile like desiccated snake skins. Leeza Meksin also makes great use of body adornments and simulations in a large wall installation. Where Fitzpatrick’s shoes are crude, Meksin’s apparel and adornments are flashy and glamorous. There is an abundance of hands in the installation, and handheld items. Touch is invoked here, and the simulation of touch, and the longing for touch, as elsewhere in the show. It’s not touching for the sake of pleasure but for sharing a common body, a common goal. (Jason Foumberg)
Through January 7 at the Glass Curtain Gallery, Columbia College Chicago, 1104 South Wabash.
Lost in Translation: A Review of Crip* at Gallery 400 The strongest works in the exhibition succinctly express the ways the artist relates to their own body while calling out how the artist’s body and body of work has been perceived or coded against norms or ideals.
