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You already apperceive whether you’re activity to like Courtney Love’s beheld art. This is not to say that And She’s Not Alike Pretty, the first-ever exhibition of her drawings, at New York’s Fred Torres Collaborations, is a celebrity vanity activity with no amount aloft the name absorbed to it — although some will accordingly adjudicator it as such. What I beggarly is that Love’s art is absolutely like her music; either you adulation it for its brave announcement of absolute changeable id-ego-superego anarchy or you abhorrence it for actuality the blowhard ramblings of an out-of-control woman who can’t adjudge whether acclaim is a abiding affliction or the alone aces ambition in life.
For those, like me, who abatement into the aloft category, And She’s Not Alike Pretty is an anecdotic beheld accompaniment to the music of Hole. Courtney Love’s lyrics circumduct about a baby and specific afterlife of images: broken dresses, anointed makeup, absolute and irreparably awry bodies, disheveled beds, stars of the accurate and Hollywood varieties, assorted abandoned scenes and people. In both her activity and work, Adulation consistently seems to be aquiver amid annihilative punk-rock acerbity and cosseted Victorian femininity, the afraid breakdown and the head-to-toe makeover that’s declared to accord her a apple-pie slate (but never does). She’s consistently — generally appropriately — affliction the bogus apple of celebrities while active afterwards its adorned tiaras and abandoned promises of accepted adoration.
These are the contradictions that aphorism her drawings, fabricated over the accomplished year or so in black pencil, graphite, and aerial layered on so thickly and bedraggled so advisedly you ability aberration it for lipstick. At the centermost of anniversary angel is a woman — usually yellow-haired, about consistently beautiful. Some are billed as pictures of acclaimed blondes (Amy Phelan, “Gwyneth”), but alike the ones that aren’t self-portraits feel like them. Reminiscent both of appearance sketches and cartoons, these are the affectionate of abbreviate but curvy, wide-eyed, full-lipped avatars that an awkward high-schooler ambitious to be accepted ability draw.
Despite their boyish style, these pieces are added circuitous than they look. Many of the women in the pictures arise captivated by corrupt misery; others are bleeding or alike dying (some adumbrative titles include La Mort de Courtney and And Then She Jumped into the Hudson). A lipstick-stained white Galliano bells clothes with the words “NOT MY CUNT ON MY DIME MOTHER” abstract on it is aerial and delicate, but explodes with uncontrollable anger. (According to Sound of the City, the dress was meant for Love’s bells to Edward Norton, which never happened, and the allotment is not for sale.) Walking through the show, as in alert to Hole, you apprehend that in Courtney Love’s world, there can be no adorableness after abandon and self-loathing.
But it’s not aloof the black that gives this assignment depth. There’s self-awareness and decidedly acute humor, too, two attributes that Adulation has never gotten abundant acclaim for. Most of the images appear accompanied by text, generally allegedly self-mocking snatches of Nirvana, Hole, and alike Smashing Pumpkins lyrics. “I’m a celebrity, get me out of here,” reads the absoluteness TV-referencing explanation aloft the arch of a albino arrant blood. The words, “But don’t you apperceive who I am,” are cacographic beyond the bottom. A large, bright, attention-grabbing account of a distressed, naked woman with a behemothic purse proclaims, in frantic, red-and-orange basic letters, “SHE HAD 42 BIRKIN BAGS.” It reads like a tongue-in-cheek epitaph, a bitterly funny delineation of antic rich-bitch problems that additionally looks a accomplished lot like accepting what you appetite and never absent it again.
Courtney Love’s And She’s Not Alike Pretty opens today and runs through June 15th at New York’s Fred Torres Collaborations. Click through for a arcade of images from the show.
Courtney Love, 42 Birkin Bags, 2012, pastel, watercolor, black pencil on paper, 60″ x 40″. Courtesy of the artisan and Fred Torres Collaborations, New York
