Erica Stephens

Artist and Professor, Dallas TX

Oxford watches Puppy Bowl VI

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People Who Need People

Home and Work

It was Marcia Tucker who first brought to my attention that there are two distinct types of people in the world – those who ache to separate their work from their home or personal life, and those who thrive when they blur the line between them. I suppose I shouldn’t give her ALL the credit. The conversation was based on a book she gave us to read (Home and Work – Negotiating Boundaries through Everyday Life by Christina E. Nippert-Eng). Nevertheless, she initiated a conversation that has stuck with me for years now.

I’ve always been extremely sensitive to the space around me. It is a bit about decor, but it is also about color and mood, function, familiarity. And I’ve been such an incredibly transient person for the past decade – I can’t remember the last time it felt like I was “home.” I’ve been in my latest apartment for a year and haven’t even unpacked. I move into my next place next weekend. And even though I am the type that needs to separate work from home, even needs to separate art production from home, I’ve never been the type to work well alone.

A professor of mine used to joke about me not liking her (I ADORED her) because in every class I would move my easel to a corner and turn my back from everyone in the class to work. But I wouldn’t have been better off without the others in class. It wasn’t about not wanting them there, but just about wanting a bit of separation between their experience and mine. Were they not there, though, I’d have accomplished nothing.

Grad school was ideal. We each had our own room in a giant warehouse. None of the rooms had doors and they all opened to a long hallway. I took a room near the bathroom so I could always hear people coming and going all hours of day and night. It has been tough since graduating and moving away, trying to make work on my own and particularly at home. I can stare at a blank canvas for days. Watching paint dry would be a gift.

So I’ve taken the plunge and joined a local studio group. I’m excited to be back in a place where I can work around others and be motivated by their production and their energy. Check us out: http://www.shamrockhotelstudios.com/

Wish me happy paint drying.

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Lovebirds.

My latest work, currently installed at the UTD art gallery for the UTD Faculty show.

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My Pug is my Best Friend.

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I’m a Book Addict.

I went to Half Price Books this evening to purchase two design magazines.  Two is all I need to sit here and do some collage/sketch work in bed all night.  And yet I managed to walk out the door with $50 in new (used) books.

And of course this wasn’t in my very tight teacher’s budget.  And of course that was WITH my teacher’s discount!  But I have no regrets.  I am a self-confessed bibliophile.  I mentioned to some students this morning that reading is my hobby – not art.  I’ve never been the type for whom art production is an emotional, cathartic event.  It’s always seemed like more of a science to me, or a math.  Something to sit between volcanology and trigonometry.  It’s academic.  Fascinating, brilliant, encouraging, and entirely work.  Reading, on the other hand, is fantastic.  When all is wrong with the world my books are there.  And they will never leave me despite what Kindle converts have to say.

A mentor of mine once told me that to her, the best fiction reads like non-fiction and the best non-fiction reads like fiction.  I love that idea – that what is fantasy we want to be real, and what is real we often ache to be untrue.

I’ll be working through my new books asap: an anthology on the history of lighting design, a book on Persia in the 5th century B.C., and a contemporary work on the Israeli-Palestenian conflict (which I’m currently fascinated with).

But first I must reread Benjamin’s “Unpacking My Library” for the umpteenth time to reassure myself that it’s ok to blow $50 on more books.  I figure I’m in good company.

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January 1, 2010

A new year, a new decade.

And all I can think to write about is corn muffins.

Like so many others I’m heading into 2010 intent on picking my blog back up.  So here is my first post of the year – a photo of the corn muffins I just made.  Let’s hope my blog is better than the muffins are!

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New Photography

Double Bridges by Erica Stephens

Double Bridges by Erica Stephens

Double Dollar SHower Stall by Erica Stephens

Double Dollar Shower Stall by Erica Stephens

Both are part of a series of work I’m doing in which imagery is awkwardly doubled or mirrored.

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Bodies in Conflict: The Problematic Nature of Documentation in the Works of Vanessa Beecroft

VB35.377.MS From VB35, April 23, 1998, Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York, NY

VB35.377.MS From VB35, April 23, 1998, Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York, NY

Descriptions of Vanessa Beecroft’s installations of scantily clad, airbrushed women often claim that at its most basic level the work aims to address and challenge traditions of portraiture through a shift in media – from the female figure represented in paint on a two-dimensional surface to the female figure as represented by the orchestration of live models.  Often in contention, many question the role and/or manipulation of sexuality in the artist’s interaction with the women, as well as in the women’s interaction with the receiving audience.

According to Dave Hickey (who gives an account as one such audience member), when one receives the work live, interacting with these bodies in relation to one’s own body in both space and time, the question of sexuality need not be problematic to the work.  In his essay, “Vanessa Beecroft’s Painted Ladies,” (a title that itself seems to contradict the notion that sexuality is inconsequential), Hickey describes in particular the uncanny experience of the audience member who enters the exhibition space with certain expectations, only to find themselves somewhat disabled when the work does not perform in ways they had expected:

“Beecroft’s tableaux, as described and as documented, seem undeniable products of the photographic imagination, confections whipped up out of the iconography of fashion and desire.  In person and in situ, however, they are changed utterly.  They are at once less erotic and more flagrant, in the manner of Italian painting, which, rather than teasing us with fantasies of the flesh, teases our own shame about the fact of our bodies… Our anxiety, then, does not arise from the fact that naked women are near to us, but from the unabridged, yet ill-defined distance between ourselves and them.  It is not the anxiety of desire, but the anxiety of displacement.” (VB 08-36 7)

Unfortunately, due to the nature of the installations (most of with last from three to six hours), the experience above is often restricted in its availability, granted to those on what is often a short list of invitees, or, in the case of her Biennale work, to those able to travel in the name of art appreciation (and even then, the connoisseur might find his prey a difficult hunt).  What Hickey refers to above, then, her tableaux, “as described and documented,” is the way in which most experience the work and currently is the sole manner in which the work is collected.  And while the installations themselves may or may not invert the power of the gaze so that the sexual objectification of these women is stripped away, the documentation of the work most certainly does not.

The act of documentation falls on Beecroft herself, at times in collaboration with assistants.  The majority of this documentation involves still photography, though video has been employed in some recent work.  Often the documentation occurs during what amounts to a dress rehearsal, a performance that occurs before the ‘official’ installation; there is no outside audience present during this installation, leaving Beecroft free to document the women without interruption and without being actively cast in the ‘official’ work.  As such, the photographic documentation we see resulting from these dress rehearsals is in fact not documentation of the installation to which they are attributed, as the audience, critical to the function of the work, is absent.  Instead, Beecroft is the audience, and her gaze functions entirely differently from that of an audience plagued by, “the anxiety of displacement.”  Beecroft’s documentation does not dismantle traditional notions of the gaze and the female body, particularly in regards to sexual objectification, but instead quite exuberantly reinforces it.  Beecroft has, through her documentation, created a second body of work that acts to deflate its foil, that elusive work which Hickey describes above.

When asked of her relationship with the women she casts in her installations, Beecroft responds:

“When I direct the girls and give them the rules, it is as if I was the man.  I tell them to shut up, not to talk to me, to get naked, to get out there, to stand and wait, taking for granted that they understand what it is about.” (Vanessa Beecroft: Photographs, Films, Drawings 146)

In preparation for her work, Beecroft sets up a power relationship in which she casts the “girls” (as she calls them) as Other – mimicking the behavior Simone de Beauvior wrote of in The Second Sex – “She [woman] is defined and differentiated with reference to man, not he with reference to her; she is the incidental, the inessential as opposed to the essential.  He is the Subject, he is the Absolute – she is the Other.”  And indeed if we look to early works of Beecroft’s we find the inclusion of diaries and wigs that make distinct reference to her of personal issues of identity.

The documentation we see of Beecroft’s installation is entirely involved with spectacle, and reproduces classic cinematic notions of the male gaze.  The photographs often fragment the female figure, one such example cropping the image such that we see only the legs, buttocks and lower back of a woman in the background, as the woman placed in the foreground is positioned such that she acts as blurred backdrop for her own legs and shoes,  propagation of sexuality and fashion as she looks away from the eye of the camera. (VB36.330.AL From VB36, May 16, 1998, Galerie fur Zeitgenossische Kunst Leipzig, Germany)

Equally problematic in the image described, as well as many others, is the perspective of the gaze we are presented with.  We are rarely given view from the vantage point of an audience member, but instead look through the eyes of one who inhabits a more powerful position, moving freely between the women, moving above and below and between them, viewing the bodies in space in ways denied both the woman (who are forbidden to make eye-contact with the audience, though in documentation we often see them making eye-contact with their documenter, a gesture that usurps any power these women are seemingly given by consciously enacting a shared awareness of the functionality of the gaze) and the audience itself who, if we are to trust Hickey’s description of the phenomenological nature of her work, has their position as authoritative viewer stolen from them.  Instead, our documenter acts as omnipotent commander, capturing intimate moments that occur during the performance, sexualizing and objectifying these women as she moves between them, “documenting” them.

In the end what we see is not documentation of the “official” installations (in the sense that it does not adequately reproduce them), but is instead photographic production on behalf of Beecroft, who has admittedly placed herself in the role of the authoritative male.  What are we to make, then, of Beecroft’s second body of work, the so-called documentation of the first, particularly when these images seem to function, bereft of their (claimed) Renaissance-esque context, as little more than pure fashion production?

Works Cited

Beecroft, Vanessa. Vanessa Beecroft: Photographs, Films, Drawings. Ed. Thomas Kellein. Germany: Hatje Cantze Publishers, 2004.

Beecroft, Vanessa. VB 08-36. Germany: Cantz Editions, 2000.

de Beauvior, Simone.   The Second Sex.  Trans. H.M. Parshley. New York: Knopf, 1952.

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I am a Desiring Machine

I adore things that double, that behave as themselves as they identify themselves or some such.  So naturally I love Lacan.  Such a trickster!  I came across a quote of his today that I simply adore coming from the man who waxed poetic (and esoteric!) on lack, loss and desire for that which we don’t know that we don’t know:

What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?”

Lacan

Lacan pontificating

It must be the universe I am lacking.

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Pugs Were Made to be Loved

I’ve always been a big dog person. My siblings and I grew up with a black lab we named “Sister.” (It’s ok, everyone go ahead and awwwww in unison.) But when I hit 29 a couple years ago and baby fever hit an epic level I knew something had to give. I needed to add a dog to my two-cat home, lest I start sleepwalking in the middle of the night and flushing my birth control down the toilet. And because I am a condo dweller I was going to have to find a small dog to hug and kiss and love and spoil.

Oxford sleeping in my lap as I write this blog post.

Oxford sleeping in my lap as I write this blog post.

I did my research about personalities and such and it was obvious pretty earlier on that a pug was going to be the small dog fit for me.

Oxford is now a year and a half old and I couldn’t be more in love with him. He is a completely ridiculous creature. He sleeps on my face and he cries when he’s overwhelmed (let me tell you, the first time I made a dog cry I felt like the biggest ass on earth). He plays with the cats and doesn’t care to notice that they aren’t playing back. He hides everything ever in my bed – it’s his sacred place. He still smells like puppy. When the lawn servicemen come he barks at them in a cadence that sounds like Wonder Dog – Bow wow wow WOW wow WOW!

He also eats toilet paper, napkins, and anything like it. I don’t know how he gets into things. He eats tampons. I’ve tried to explain to him that I’m not dying and that this is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen, but he just keeps on keepin’ on.

He is stubborn as all heck. He knows what no means, what sit means, go, outside, chewy, mommy, bed…. but he only acknowledges knowing them when it is convenient for him. Someone once told me having a pug is like having a 2 year old and it is so true. I can’t tell you how often the words, “Why did you do THAT?” come out of my mouth. And of course he looks at me with complete innocence even though I know he knows what he’s done. And that’s a pug for you.

And worse, once you become a pug owner there is certain behavior you will be unable to avoid. You will go nuts for every other pug you see. You will talk to any pug owner like you’ve known them for years. You will introduce yourselves by the names of your dogs rather than your own names. And worst of all, you will purchase obnoxious pug crap that you do not need. Because anything that reminds you of your pug and how much you love him and he loves you calls out to you.

Angel/Devil Pug Salt and Pepper Shaker

Angel/Devil Pug Salt and Pepper Shaker

You are part of an elite club that talks to your dog in different pitches so you can laugh while he nods his head back and forth. You vacuum every day and are still willing to leave the house covered in dog hair without feeling completely defeated, because eventually it’s just a badge of pug ownership. You don’t know when to break it to the new person you’re dating that the dog does in fact always get to sleep in the bed. You show off pictures of your pug like someone showing off baby pictures. In fact, you show them to the guy showing his baby pictures because you are certain your pug is way cuter than his baby anyways, and you’re just as proud of your little monster as he is of his. You have no idea why he is offended by this.

And someday you decide to have a kid so your pug has a friend to play with.

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Work by Erica Stephens

Current Exhibitions

Years of Living Dangerously

Jan 22 - Feb 20. Opening reception Friday, Jan 22 6:30 to 8:30 p.m. University of Texas at Dallas Visual Arts building.



One Night Stand

Written by David Hopkins, illustrated by various artists.

Currently Reading

Haunted Houses by Lynne Tillman

War Without End by Anton La Guardia

Groundwork of the Metaphysic of Morals by Immanuel Kant

Longitudes and Attitudes by Thomas L. Friedman

Teach Yourself Postmodernism by Glenn Ward

The New York School by Dore Ashton

Toward a Psychology of Art by Rudolf Arnheim

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