Running through art
In the winter of last year, Anklebiter #1 and I went to have brunch with some friends at the Modern Museum in Stockholm.
After a lovely time catching up, we all decided to visit the latest exhibition of Lee Lozano’s Notebooks.
Little did we realize that these angry sketches of the private parts of the body – both male and female – would have our American friend running through the gallery as she tried to avoid seeing them.
There was a sense of violence and rage against the female body – and lots of nudity – that even my daughter and I avoided most of the art and just looked at the abstract pieces.
I was sure that the artist was a man – and was surprised to learn later on that she was a woman.
Back outside the museum, we enjoyed the more sedate pleasures of these abstract sculptures.
Just then – we rounded the corner to be greeted by playful forms of women’s bodies.
This caused by daughter (then eight) to burst out: “Why is so much art about women and their bodies?”
I still haven’t managed to find a good answer to that question.
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I’m still away in England — so please excuse my absence. Hope this finds you all well and full of the joys of life!