Two views of
Vanessa Beecroft's
untitled performance
at Ghislaine Hussenot
letter from paris by Jeff Rian
vanessa beecroft
at ghislaine hussenot
If you've already seen a performance by the
Italian artist Vanessa Beecroft, the one
she did at Ghislaine Hussenot's gallery in
Paris might have disappointed you. What she
does is to have partly undressed girls in
similar wigs and some pasty exaggerated
makeup slouch around looking emotionally
detached like somnambulant cyborgs. In
Paris they wore furs, but there weren't
enough models and those there were too
self-conscious to perform the part. I don't
blame Beecroft - the gallery had problems
finding performers; that's not Hussenot's
thing. Even so, the performance evoked the
vaguely sexy Blade Runner replicant effect
that Beecroft looks for.
Beecroft also showed paintings made from
stills of past performances, which are
always taken by Armin Linke - an Italian
photographer whose specialty is art
performances. The portraits have something
in common with Rita Ackerman's baby-faced
drawings, Japanese mangas and virgin
Modigliani women (of which there are none,
by the way). They stare at you in pale
colors, quickly scumbled on white grounds.
In contrast to the performers, they seem
eerily alive. But it's the performances
that really goose your flesh.