I don’t know. There are a picture or two here that are
okay, like the one of a blonde woman with her hands in the air and a swath of
yellow behind her and the one of a woman with the side of her head shaved and
inexplicably covered in dots. But the show is mostly formally amateurish
pictures of European prostitutes posed to reference classic paintings. The work
is odd, like a photojournalist trying to do something artsy. Which is
perplexing, because Marder is a lot of things, but a photojournalist without a
reference point for contemporary art, she is not. The work is just so empty. Outside
of the picture of a single emaciated woman, there is little in the pictures
that would make you worry about the women in the pictures or their choice of
profession, and there certainly isn’t much eroticism or even classical form. They’re
just awkward. And the work does little to talk about prostitution, sex, women
or art history. It is the opposite in every way of Sarah Anne Johnson’s work
right down the hall at Julie Saul.
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