On “Kara Walker: My Complement, My Enemy, My Oppressor, My Love”
i’m still trying to understand the title. hours after i visited the Whitney Museum, i realized that i was the only black woman on the third floor gallery viewing this show. perhaps that explains why the comments i overheard seemed strange and made me slightly uncomfortable. i couldn’t really enjoy the show; but then i’m not sure the material is enjoyable in a typical sense. the work enters my emotions in ways i never completely expect. i love kara walker’s work. i love the subtlties, humor, satire, just the sheer complexity of it.
this show, her first major museum survey, organized at the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis (how is it that such a place exists in Minneapolis and not Pittsburgh), includes a range of silhouette works, journal notes and “moving pictures” (which i didn’t know or remember she made). i love the challenge of it.
but this show is difficult to observe and take in the truth of it. that is the truth of the stereotypes (not that the stereotypes are true but of their existence in real life) and of the historical record of blacks and race in world. to acknowledge these stereotypes as true in this context of the Whitney Museum, the only brown skin (other than that of the security guards) in a sea of white faces (that of mostly older ladies who didn’t understand) was slightly, only slightly uncomfortable.
i wondered...what does kara hope to invoke in the hearts and minds of these white ladies? does she care? i’m sure she does, most artists care and have an agenda even if they don’t admit it. but i wondered what do these ladies feel? Does this work conjure the wave of emotions i feel -- anger, disgust, frustration, sadness, pride? is this a critique or simply a reflection? i wondered how familiar does one need to be with the history of plantation slavery in america to read these images (many of the ladies in the show claimed to not understand, “what is this?” i heard over and over again…“its disgusting” i heard many, times as i walked through the gallery. why do we need to see “[this] over and over again,” i overheard many times.
it’s worth seeing. this work needs to be discussed again and again. the fact that this show is in a major museum in NYC seems testament to the fact that we’ve made progress, right? we’re one step closer to eradicating racism in america, right? not sure.
Labels: Kara Walker, Whitney Museum