PIPILOTTI RIST (Switzerland)
Video I'm Not The Girl Who Misses Much (1986); Courtesy Electronic Arts Intermix.
Pipilotti Rist. Exhibition view of the video I'm Not The Girl Who Misses Much (1986) at the III Venice International Performance Art Week 2016. Image © VestAndPage.
Pipilotti Rist (born 1962 in
Grabs, CH) is a visual artist working in video and film. She treats
issues related to gender, sexuality and the human body, while using colour and
music to transmit a sense of happiness and simplicity. Sensual, shameless, hilarious, fearless, since the mid eighties Pipilotti Rist has been continually challenging the conventions and taboos in our society. However, she has never looked for transgression at all costs: Rist doesn't judge nor criticise, rather suggests innocence and hope. Her moving images are perpetual, suspended, empathetic, although outside the frame of her videos is the real world, very real and hostile. A world in which the body is fragile and infinitely objectified, and where nature and humanity are not in harmony, but despairing and always in conflict. "I'm working to be hopeful about the state of everything." (The New York Times, Oct. 21, 2016). As in, it's work — hope doesn't come easily. It takes a tremendous amount of imaginative effort to create a credible fantasy of tranquility today. It takes giving up a lot to imagine a world so full. (Ben Davis, 2016)
The VENICE INTERNATIONAL
PERFORMANCE ART WEEK shows the video work I'm
Not The Girl Who Misses Much (1986), in which the artist dances in from of
the camera in a black dress with bare breasts. It takes on rock music with its
own tools, pushing pop's repetitive strategies and representations of women to
absurd lengths. Footage of the artist chanting the piece's title (a line
adapted from The Beatles' song Happiness
is a Warm Gun) is replayed at high and low speeds, with obscuring video
effects. Rist's manipulation renders her voice into a parody of female hysteria
and her body into a grotesquely dancing doll. Through obsessive mimesis she
exhausts any possible legibility of the words, only to finally deliver John
Lennon singing the "real" song.