Sarah Baartman was a South African woman who was enslaved and brought to London in 1810, where she was exhibited as a freakshow called the “Hottentot Venus” – Hottentot was the colonial term for Khoekhoe people, while Venus implied her exemplary exotic femininity. Put on stage as an object of scientific and sexual interest for European men, Baartman was paraded in public as “the missing link between man and beast”.
Reproductions of historical exhibit flyers depicting caricatures of Baartman and advertising these public displays of her body are the historical starting point for Black Venus, a new iteration of a touring exhibition curated by Aindrea Emelife, exploring how Black women make images of their bodies after a long and horrifying history of racism and objectification.
Some works confront the constructed image of the Hottentot Venus directly: Renee Cox takes on the role of Baartman in a large-scale black and white photograph, 1994’s Hott-en-tot, in which the American photographic artist poses wearing crudely oversized plastic breasts and buttocks on top of her own. Merging her own body with Baartman’s in an act of solidarity and pride, Cox gazes directly back at her own camera. The photograph evokes Baartman’s image but denies the viewer access to either Baartman’s body or her own, the inflexible fake body parts a costume and an armour against the gaze. Instead, the subject of ridicule is the grim opprobrium of European exploitation.
Baartman’s story is also preserved in a little-known suite of black and white nude self-portraits by the American artist Carla Williams made between 1987 and 1994. Small in scale but equally spectacular with their elegant, sumptuous sexuality, Williams’ assumes different eroticised poses, some inspired by images of Baartman. Her gaze is obscured or out of the frame, recalling the distant, anonymous archetypes of female figures in Greek or Roman sculptures – but here a subtle statement about agency and pleasure, and the right to self-objectification, to look at your own body through the lens of art history and claim a stake within it.
Though the exhibition focuses on photography and presents works made in the last 40 years, a preoccupation with 19th-century history persists throughout the exhibition, contesting the hypervisibility of the Hottentot Venus and the erasure in historical examples such as Thomas Stothard’s 1801 etching The Voyage of the Sable Venus from Angola to the West Indies – another linchpin of the exhibition. Based on Sandro Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus (1485 – 1486), Stothard’s reworking features an African woman – the “Sable Venus” – standing on a shell. She is being ferried by the Greek deity Triton, who waves a British flag, and a herd of white cherubim across the Atlantic. It is a deeply disturbing idealisation of the Middle Passage, used to support the transatlantic slave trade.
Confronting such representations is a rigorous and precise exercise in some of the works displayed. Using intensely detailed costumes and staging, Ayana V Jackson’s Anarcha, from the American artist’s 2017 series Intimate Justice in the Stolen Moment, reworks art historical depictions such as the Odalisque, common in 19th-century Orientalist painting. To counter the images of Black women’s bodies in the 19th century as mute, subservient or enslaved, Jackson embodies moments of reprieve, dignity and solace. In concert with these staged portraits are pieces from Maud Sulter’s 1989 Zabat series, which employ the conventions of Victorian portrait photography – stark black backgrounds and heavy gilt frames – to recast Black women as the Greek muses, such as the performance artist Delta Streete, posing as Terpsichore, the muse of dance.
Costume, pageantry and performativity are tools shared by many other artists shown here, aligning with feminist strategies in photography to examine gender, sex and beauty, but here also concerned with constructing intersectional narratives about Black women in the colonial era beyond the ethnographic, colonised and enslaved.
The exhibition does lean on a generation of renowned artists – such as Lorna Simpson, Carrie Mae Weems, Kara Walker and Zanele Muholi, well-known for their rich retelling of Black women’s stories and bodies – which feel like safe choices, rather than driving the conversation in new directions. Sparks fly when the works riff on the exhibition theme and broaden it out: for example, in the brightness and weightlessness of Ming Smith’s Instant Model (1976), a photograph of a passerby plucked from the crowd in Coney Island. It is a subtle but startling assertion of the extraordinary in the mundane, the possibility of beauty existing everywhere.
A similar promise is offered in Lorna Simpson’s exquisite installation Photo Booth (2008), composed of 50 1940s photobooth photographs bought by Simpson as a job lot, and 50 ink drawings by Simpson of the same size, scattered over the wall in a compelling constellation. Among the photographs bought in bulk as “portraits of black men” is one image of a woman, dressed in a dark jacket and blouse, annotated by hand with the text “Marie Adams”. Barely discernible but present in the sea of men around her, she presents an elusive, everyday version of the Venus.
LONDON (AP) — With a few daubs of a paintbrush, the Brontë sisters have got their dots back.
More than eight decades after it was installed, a memorial to the three 19th-century sibling novelists in London’s Westminster Abbey was amended Thursday to restore the diaereses – the two dots over the e in their surname.
The dots — which indicate that the name is pronounced “brontay” rather than “bront” — were omitted when the stone tablet commemorating Charlotte, Emily and Anne was erected in the abbey’s Poets’ Corner in October 1939, just after the outbreak of World War II.
They were restored after Brontë historian Sharon Wright, editor of the Brontë Society Gazette, raised the issue with Dean of Westminster David Hoyle. The abbey asked its stonemason to tap in the dots and its conservator to paint them.
“There’s no paper record for anyone complaining about this or mentioning this, so I just wanted to put it right, really,” Wright said. “These three Yorkshire women deserve their place here, but they also deserve to have their name spelled correctly.”
It’s believed the writers’ Irish father Patrick changed the spelling of his surname from Brunty or Prunty when he went to university in England.
Raised on the wild Yorkshire moors, all three sisters died before they were 40, leaving enduring novels including Charlotte’s “Jane Eyre,” Emily’s “Wuthering Heights” and Anne’s “The Tenant of Wildfell Hall.”
Rebecca Yorke, director of the Brontë Society, welcomed the restoration.
“As the Brontës and their work are loved and respected all over the world, it’s entirely appropriate that their name is spelled correctly on their memorial,” she said.