‘Which do you remember, the first time you saw an X-ray, or the first time you felt a kiss? Both? For me, it’s both.’
With International Women’s Day around the corner, there was something celebratory in the air. The Richard Saltoun gallery had a retrospective of feminist performance art (Rose English’s girls with horsetails; Carolee Shneemann’s naked rollerskate on a London to Scotland train..) and South London Women Artists was revisiting Judy Chicago’s (seminal is sooo not the right word!) The Dinner Party. Material enough here for a day’s writing, surely.
We began in the dimly lit upper galleries at the Wellcome Collection before moving into the white walled space of Saltoun’s.
Medicine Man’s ‘Beginning Of Life‘ display: something of a misnoma; the collection includes ancient sex aids – ivory dildos, sexy netsuke, as well as plushly lined (eeek) chastity belts. It says something about the no-nonsense nature of our writers that unhygienic was what got our attention – that, and how like giant salad servers forceps are..
With inspiration from Granta’s recent Medicine edition , the challenge was: how to use works from the Wellcome as props in our very own performance piece or installation.
See Spring #2 to read how we rose to the challenge…