Faggot
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Faggot
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Dog
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Steven Cohen Modus operandi: One of this year's Vita Awards finalists, Johannesburg artist Steven Cohen uses his body, forced into a variety of costumes, to carry out a series of outrageously provocative performances at public events. These are designed to force his viewers into recognising him and ultimately accepting him for what he is: a Jewish faggot. Beyond the personal, his work is a call for the recognition of all those outside the confines of straight society. Artist's statement: "I'm messing with a society that is more shocked by the violence of my self-presentation as monster/queer/unrepresentable or whatever than by the actual violence they live with every day. It's almost as if, because I'm alive and present, I'm more real and more threatening than reality." (Interview with Brenda Atkinson, Mail & Guardian, August 1997) "I'd like to be a catalyst that provokes transformation in people's thinking; to dislodge them from their fixed state. But my work is also a celebration." Most recent project: To mark the opening of João Ferreira's new space in Cape Town (see listings), Cohen and his partner Elu performed the following two-minute pieces:
1. Dog
2. Ugly Girl
3. Faggot
4. Jew and Pig
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Cohen in orange wig and black |
And before that: A couple of months ago, Steven Cohen went to Afrikaans cultural centenary celebrations at Fort Klapperkop, near Pretoria, in support of an aborted Kendell Geers project, and was shown off the premises by neo Nazis in military gear. "I was also in the army. I have a right to be here too," he shouted, as he left.
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Untitled 1996
Untitled (detail) 1996
New South African Flag 1996 |
CV Yes, my CV is long and complicated and desperately impressive like everyone else's. I've been printing and painting for 10 years ... I've had 4 solo shows and worked on over 50 group shows · I've shown in Berlin and Sydney and fucked in Paris ... I've spent thousands of hours making hundreds of artworks, and some of these have found their way into academic, corporate and public collections. Most of all, I have spent my life making art with love and the doing has been its own reward. One day I got sick and went to hospital and couldn't get up in the morning. I lay in bed for months and watched the calendar go by as if it was a clock. I was 33 years old and in amazing pain. And much as I longed to paint again, I also kept thinking of going to gym and getting some muscles, and a sequined dress and some heels and having wild sex with a boy with a hairy chest. This ambition helped me heal. I'd seen my skin go yellow and my piss go black, and felt the needles in the back of my hands all night. I knew my body was a powerful medium - I couldn't wait to get well and work with it. Now when I'm tired of canvas and ink, I put down my brushes and put on my make-up and take off my clothes and go out · and love the way I've got two cheeks to call both art. Contact: 011 614-3729
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