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Yuskavage. True Blonde (1999).<br />

Yuskavage. Imprint (2006)<br />

at different ages shown to us simultaneously? Perhaps this is why Yuskavage has begun<br />

painting two figures in some <strong>of</strong> her recent works such as Imprint (2006). As Yuskavage<br />

suggested to an interviewer: “I would put out the possibility that there are not two figures.<br />

That there is one figure, one entity. It’s the idea <strong>of</strong> caring for oneself or struggling<br />

with oneself” (Scott, 2006). Imprint is my favorite Yuskavage painting—so poetic in its<br />

representation <strong>of</strong> the two ages <strong>of</strong> a woman—the forty-something clinging to her youth<br />

which looks ambivalently on the older woman she is to become.<br />

The woman in True Blonde may appear, at first glance to be masturbating, but on<br />

second glance, she also appears rather introspective and her almost stereotypical (but as<br />

always in a Yuskavage), imperfect body is more like that <strong>of</strong> Day. Perhaps she is a magazine<br />

model—but one saddened by her occupation pondering other possibilities. Further,<br />

in most pornographic imagery she would appear in stockings and the black shadow line<br />

falling over her left thigh may indeed be Yuskavage’s way <strong>of</strong> entreating us to think about<br />

that. This might be a woman protecting her sexuality from the viewer, keeping one <strong>of</strong> her<br />

powers and her pleasures to herself. If this were an image in a pornographic magazine<br />

then it is quite likely that the woman’s sexual organs would be exposed and a much more<br />

explicit image <strong>of</strong> masturbation would be shown. In those images the woman typically<br />

looks into the camera with her air brushed misty eyes.<br />

There is also the title “True Blonde” which plays upon the old witticism that the<br />

only way to know the true colour <strong>of</strong> a woman’s hair is to see her pubic area. In this case,<br />

we are prevented from seeing this area by the sitter herself. For all we know this may be<br />

an image <strong>of</strong> a woman coming to contemplate her own powers, desires, fantasies. Maybe<br />

Yuskavage’s <strong>art</strong> is about the women—not the viewer!<br />

It seems that whatever her motivations and intentions, Lisa Yuskavage has managed<br />

to be understood as a sexist and a feminist at the same time, although the painter<br />

does not seem to identify her <strong>art</strong> with feminism: “There’s nothing more real than politics,<br />

and my work is not about what’s real,” she says (Scott, 2006). Eschewing politics for<br />

fiction, her work is likely to <strong>of</strong>fend the orthodox feminist as it is the stereotypical “old<br />

white male conservative.” This, to my mind, is among the best things about Yuskavage’s<br />

work. Like many <strong>art</strong>ists (be they writers, painters, photographers etc.), Yuskavage does<br />

not seek an empirical or a political resolution to the world in her <strong>art</strong>—but rather—a<br />

poetic one. Inviting multiple and complex readings, Yuskavage cultivates, intentionally<br />

or otherwise, uncertainty. The kind <strong>of</strong> pleasant uncertainty that stimulates debate and<br />

engagement with <strong>art</strong>. As Jean Baudrillard would understand the world is given to us as<br />

enigmatic and unintelligible—why cannot the task <strong>of</strong> thought (including poetry, fiction,<br />

painting) be to make the world even more enigmatic, more unintelligible? (2000:83; see<br />

also 1996:105; and 2001:<strong>15</strong>5)<br />

Conclusion<br />

Perhaps in our Patriot Act, post-September 11, 2001 world, the critics<br />

(especially those located in New York), prefer their <strong>art</strong> on the lighter side. I<br />

have a feeling that if a pre-Raphaelite were to emerge in New York s/he would<br />

be highly celebrated at this time. Painters react to the times in which they live.<br />

Yuskavage has her way, the escapists have theirs. Robert Rauschenberg worried<br />

that every new thing he learned about <strong>art</strong> placed a certain limit on him. This is<br />

true <strong>of</strong> everything we learn no matter how useful or valuable it may be. Much<br />

<strong>of</strong> the negative critical response to Lisa Yuskavage’s <strong>art</strong> reminds me <strong>of</strong> another<br />

woman <strong>art</strong>ist—Jenny Holtzer and one <strong>of</strong> her “Truisms”: “you are a victim <strong>of</strong><br />

the rules you live by.”<br />

One critic recently said (not supportively) that Yuskavage was a good example<br />

<strong>of</strong> the Andy Warhol quip: “Art is what you can get away with” (Naves,<br />

2003). The same may also be said about <strong>art</strong> criticism. In any event Yuskavage<br />

does not seem to be paying much attention to the critics and in her interview with<br />

Enright she also cited Warhol when asked how she felt about the critics. She said<br />

she hoped they spelled her name correctly and otherwise does not worry about<br />

what the critics are saying—simply measure it in press column inches (Enright,<br />

2007).<br />

26 <strong>Ctrl+P</strong> September 2009

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