They say that History does not repeat itself, but it often rhymes. The gestures we perform bear the echoes of histories, narratives and other expressions that precede us; we have to learn to read through their inner lignings to find traces of the past. That is what artist Lea Lublin proposed when she analyzed the Baroque painting Judith Slaying Holofernes (1614-1620) by Artemisia Gentileschi: there are “unspeakable” remains that are the result of transgressions, which are imprisoned in the codes of pictorial representation. Artemisia had been raped by her tutor some years prior to the painting of this scene, whose explicit violence has been recurrently interpreted as a sign of psychological vengeance, in which the painter would see herself represented in the figure of Judith. According to Lublin, the painting is the art of duplicity and deceitfulness, enigma and verisimilitude.
Lublin was part of the group of feminists that saved Artemisia’s story from oblivion during the last century, and it is through her work that Mercedes Azpilicueta came accross it. Her research process into the Italian painter’s work is documented in the series of framed prints (Artemisia Gentileschi e il suo tempo, Firenze; Artemisia Gentileschi e il suo tempo, Napoli; The Artemisia Files: Artemisia Gentileschi for Feminists and Other Thinking People; Artemisia Gentileschi. Giuditta che decapita Oloferne, 1620 -1621 circa, Firenze Galleria degli Uffizi; all 2018) in which the artist holds several books and a postcard depicting the two existing versions of Holofernes’ beheading by Artemisia-Judith and her servant. Another approach to the work is made evident in the audio piece (Cuerpos Pájaros, narrativa 1; 2018) that momentarily invades the space, describing a manifold approach – physical, institutional, personal and choreographic – to the version of the painting exhibited at the Galleria degli Uffizi in Florence. The last component (Artemisia Gentileschi: Judith Slaying Holofernes, 2019) is textile: the outlines of the scene have been embroidered onto two linen fabrics with wine colored threads that spring up profusely. Covered by a layer of silk, both pieces create a diptych in which the image is confronted by its mirrored reflection; both doubled and duplicitous, as Lublin implied.
The women’s cruelty depicted in the original painting, the dynamism of their bodies writhed with determination, as well as the different optical and meaning-producing strategies put at play, are here a sort of Baroque drive that animates Azpilicueta’s project. Two figures hang in the center of the room, Hommage to the back of Natività di San Giovanni Battista, Pontormo, 1526 (I) and (II). They are a revision of two winged creatures that appear in the background of the Mannerist painting Natività de San Giovanni Battista by Pontormo: two fantastic, monstrous beings with an old man’s head and a rib-striated torso. In Azpilicueta’s version these become bird-bodies, made out of folds and creases of soft felt, covered by meshes and garlands of oily latex, and punctuated by metal chains. All the cloths in the exhibition have been died in a colour palette reminiscent of blood, mud and earth tones, evoking a Baroque viscerality that is no longer just European, but also Colonial, and even Postmodern —especially in its poetical Neobaroque version of Rio de la Plata’s underworlds.
Azpilicueta began working with cloths and textiles during her university period in Buenos Aires, and then moved to Rotterdam, where she was introduced to performance art. It was in Italy, where she has been living recently for two years before heading back to The Netherlands, where she connected again with craft work, as well as with her fascination with the Baroque. A movement that she understands as a transhistorical force, or an expressive drive that inflames language, meaning and aesthetic forms in its way. Precisely, a small plaque in the room praises against El viejo sueño de la simetría (The Old Dream of Symmetry, 2019). It is made from the recycled silver necklaces from the artist’s youth, melted by a friend in her natal village, where there’s a traditional silversmithing tradition. The inscription is a quote by feminist linguist, philosopher and psychoanalyst Luce Irigaray, that references the useless Freudian search for correspondence amongst feminine and masculine sexuality; again, another specular illusion to dismantle. It is in this context that a voice scorns the pretenses of classical representation. But, also, a warning coming from afar to summon us to read against the grain of mirages of meaning and rhymes of the past contained in every artwork.