due to work i have had unexpectedly and quite happily had to take a deep dive into the art world. one quickly learns that art, in it’s many forms, is a rabbit hole. you can’t simply start with one artists or genre, and let that be. one painter begets another, which begets another gallery, which begets another genre, and so forth. and before you know it four hours have flown by, you still feel you know absolutely nothing, and your boss is asking where the document is that you promised him three hours ago.
though you are now rushing to finish said document and have irritated your boss, there is consolation in the fact you probably found some incredible new artist, a little discovery that you can treasure, put as the background to your iPhone and someday showcase in your house.
today my consolation prize is cathy daley.
reigning from toronto, cathy has been exhibiting since 1980 and remains a canadian tour-de-force, with her work taking up residence in some of the country’s most renowned institutions.
i am not going to pretend i know the sure-to-be femininst-heavy symbolism behind her oil pastel tutus and protruding can-can legs, but i do know they are filled with wit and loads of satire, and even if i don’t know quite what that satire is, i know i like it. and would probably also like what it stands for.
until them, enjoy and yes, cathy’s untitled legs now grace my iphone background. whatever, i know.
(all images from cathy daley’s website.)