As I showed my reluctant male friend around The Deconstructive Impulse exhibition, I began to learn about the negative cognation in feminism. “They are just so angry,” explained my friend while examining the Gorilla Girls posters. “It’s like they are yelling at me. ” Apparently to be a feminist means you are an angry, bitter woman, who lives alone with cats. No guy wants to be spoken to in an angry tone, and no girl wants to be associated with being a sinister. There is a lack of discussion between the sexes automatically when the word feminism is introduced.
Last Thursday evening the Nasher Museum showed !Women Art Revolution, a film documenting the trials and tribulations of the visionary artists, curators, critics, and art historians who had the guts to protest the art world’s rigid status quo and thus shape the Feminist Art Movement.
In spite of their undeniable impact on the history of art, generations of female and feminist artists have been denied their due credit. “The Deconstructive Impulse: Reconfiguring the Signs of Power, 1973-1991,” which will be coming to the Nasher in September, seeks to revise history by giving voice to 22 artists who merged feminism, politics, aesthetics, and practice.