Shes spent half a century engaging male arrogance in the skill world-wide. Now 80, the spray gun-wielding Americans recent work is a howl of feeling at what were doing to the planet
Eighty this year, Judy Chicago‘s “hairs-breadth” is white and violet, and she’s wearing lipstick so plum-dark it cross-file as black. It’s a vociferou portrait that proposes she’s a fighter, which she is: funny and forthright, she has dedicated a profession to courageous exploration of difficult issue, from cataclysmic gash to mental illness. Some things, though, can’t be fought: extreme weather has left her grounded in New Mexico, thousands of miles from Gateshead where a inspection of half a century of her drudgery opened earlier this month. I end up talking to her on a video call.
This intervention of natural obliges is grimly apposite. Chicago’s depict at the Baltic focuses on extinction narratives and human responsibilities to the planet. She has wasted the past three years contemplating mortality. The streak The End: A Meditation on Death and Extinction turns from Chicago’s feelings about her own death to regret over what we are doing to our environment.” There’s not a lot we can do about the fact that we’re going to die, is there ?” she says.” We can’t do anything about our own death, but we can definitely do something about what we’re doing to the other characters on the planet, and[ to] the Earth .”