The curtains that veil the artworks of Leonora Carrington at Palazzo Reale's recent retrospective hint at a more complex politics than initially meets the eye. This show, curated by Giulia Ingarao and Tere Arcq, presents a triumph of sorts: over sixty works tracing the artist's trajectory from British Surrealist circles to her self-exile in Mexico, from myth and alchemy to feminist prophecy. But beneath its well-planned layout and inviting atmosphere lies a more nuanced, even precarious, exploration of identity, art, and power.
Carrington's oeuvre defies easy categorization; it is a rich tapestry woven from threads of the surreal, the esoteric, and the feminist. Her paintings - be they 'The Lovers', 'Orplied', or 'Snake bite floripondio' - are not merely objects to be gazed upon but acts of rebellion against the established order. And yet, it is precisely this rebelliousness that risks being domesticated by the very institutions tasked with showcasing her work.
In an era where female Surrealists have become a recurring theme in art exhibitions, the danger lies in tokenism - presenting women artists as curiosities rather than integral members of a broader artistic movement. And so, it is crucial to interrogate not just Carrington's individual work but also the very structures that display her paintings.
The show's scenography often commands attention more than the artworks themselves. Thin curtains and elegantly printed quotations serve as a filter, softening the edges of Carrington's radical vision. This gesture risks transforming her uncontainable force into dΓ©cor, undermining the urgency and rigor of her thought. By contrast, if we allow herself to burn through the canon itself, unadorned by polite explanations or calculated staging, we may begin to grasp the true significance of her practice.
Ultimately, this retrospective serves as a test of whether recognition is revolution - a question that cannot be answered without critical engagement with the art world's most entrenched power structures. To truly honor Carrington would require a more radical transformation, one that strips away the drapery and allows her darkness to radiate unmediated, without apology or mediation.
For now, as we gaze upon 'The Lovers' - Carrington's 1987 masterpiece of charged, otherworldly systems of exchange - it is clear that this is an artist whose work refuses any form of containment. And yet, the curtain remains in place, veiling the art world's most profound transformations.
Carrington's oeuvre defies easy categorization; it is a rich tapestry woven from threads of the surreal, the esoteric, and the feminist. Her paintings - be they 'The Lovers', 'Orplied', or 'Snake bite floripondio' - are not merely objects to be gazed upon but acts of rebellion against the established order. And yet, it is precisely this rebelliousness that risks being domesticated by the very institutions tasked with showcasing her work.
In an era where female Surrealists have become a recurring theme in art exhibitions, the danger lies in tokenism - presenting women artists as curiosities rather than integral members of a broader artistic movement. And so, it is crucial to interrogate not just Carrington's individual work but also the very structures that display her paintings.
The show's scenography often commands attention more than the artworks themselves. Thin curtains and elegantly printed quotations serve as a filter, softening the edges of Carrington's radical vision. This gesture risks transforming her uncontainable force into dΓ©cor, undermining the urgency and rigor of her thought. By contrast, if we allow herself to burn through the canon itself, unadorned by polite explanations or calculated staging, we may begin to grasp the true significance of her practice.
Ultimately, this retrospective serves as a test of whether recognition is revolution - a question that cannot be answered without critical engagement with the art world's most entrenched power structures. To truly honor Carrington would require a more radical transformation, one that strips away the drapery and allows her darkness to radiate unmediated, without apology or mediation.
For now, as we gaze upon 'The Lovers' - Carrington's 1987 masterpiece of charged, otherworldly systems of exchange - it is clear that this is an artist whose work refuses any form of containment. And yet, the curtain remains in place, veiling the art world's most profound transformations.