Desert Road with a Red line - Ghada Amer - 2019

Sculpture since 1991

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A pioneer in the distinctive way she approaches painting and ceramic sculpture, Ghada Amer understands perception as something that never exists in isolation. Beyond the artworks themselves, she offers us a way of seeing the world through them. For Amer, the ability to recognise ambiguity is a revolutionary position. Her work is not didactic, but she believes in the power of beauty and insight to expose injustice and contradiction. In this sense, her art is political, although its message is rarely direct; instead, she creates space for reflection and critical awareness. The overlapping personal, cultural, political and social spheres make every painted, embroidered or sculpted detail meaningful.

Born in Cairo, raised in Nice and based for several decades now in New York, Amer is best known for paintings in which she stitches erotic or pornographic images onto the canvas, blurring their appearance and redirecting pleasure away from the sensual charge of the iconography towards the visual delight of the thread. Everything becomes less clear without ever disappearing, like a mise en abyme drawing us into a conceptual paradox. The image tumbles into and becomes encrypted within a kind of enigmatic abyss. For the message in Amer’s work is never delivered literally: it comes from a site of contradiction, or what Jacques Rancière called the “in-between space”, the space between extremes: the in-between becomes a space of difference, a passage between something and something else. It is a path between two images, two genders, two ways of facing the world, between different territories and ways of seeing or between different artistic disciplines such as sculpture and painting. Amer’s vision is closely connected to transculturalism and the importance of cultural exchange. Her choice of techniques and materials offers a clear example: her stitched paintings remind us that weaving has long since moved beyond the domestic sphere to become a political tool against forgetting; her ceramic sculptures are uncontrollable and liberating; her bronzes are as stable as many of the convictions the artist seeks to dismantle.

Amer’s work takes shape at boundaries and creates a feeling of suspended time. Since her pieces cannot be fully apprehended at once, the viewer’s gaze is in constant motion, like the water flowing from the fountains she has produced in collaboration with Pere Coll’s pottery workshop in Mallorca. This is her way of fracturing the image, while sheltering its mystery and reinforcing its density. The same approach can be seen in the layout of her exhibition at Es Baluard Museu, where her paravents, or folding screens, act as solid barriers that both protect and contain the images. They compel us to move closer and embrace the unabashedly explicit figures, created upfront in relief. The sense of desire is never quite clear and the sense of awareness is disconcerting: what was originally conceived to conceal becomes a means of revelation.

This ambivalent gaze makes her sculpted paintings or painted sculptures feel radically contemporary. Yet behind all this, as is paradoxically apparent in her ceramic sculptures, her works are grounded in the act of painting itself. Where her embroidered paintings opened up a space for reflection on painting as a medium and on what painting could become, her pictorial approach to ceramics, together with the unpredictability of its forms and colours, allows her to pursue an even greater poetic intensity. Amer has been producing sculptures with a strong painterly character and striking chromatic appeal for many years. This is hardly new when we recall how the sculptures of antiquity were painted; think of the legacy of polychrome sculptures from ancient Egypt, which have reached us with their colours still visible, though worn by the passage of time. Her Thoughts, meanwhile, bring her closer to abstraction in a distinctive manner. The process of making the work allows her to accompany her thoughts, while painting, through ceramics, loses its central position and begins to dissolve. Through painting and sculpture, Ghada Amer seeks to make the viewer more sensitive and aware, and by veiling and blurring the image, she emphasises how difficult it can be to understand what we see in the contemporary world.

S’il pleuvait des larmes

Boris Vian

S’il pleuvait des larmes
Lorsque meurt un amour
S’il pleuvait des larmes
Lorsque des coeurs sont lourds

Sur la terre entière
Pendant quarante jours
Des larmes amères
Engloutiraient les tours

S’il pleuvait des larmes
Lorsque meurt un enfant
S’il pleuvait des larmes
Au rire des méchants

S’il pleuvait des larmes
En flots gris et glacés
Des larmes amères
Rouleraient le passé

S’il pleuvait des larmes
Quand on tue les coeurs purs
S’il pleuvait des larmes
Quand on crève sous les murs

Sur la terre entière
Il y aurait déluge
Des larmes amères
Des coupables et des juges

S’il pleuvait des larmes
Chaque fois que la mort
Brandissant les armes
Fait sauter les décors

Sur la terre entière
Il n’y aurait plus rien
Qu’les larmes amères
des deuils et du destin.