Firelei Báez’s Complex Studies of Female Identity Show Why She’s An Artist of Our Time
Firelei Báez’s Complex Studies of Female Identity Show Why She’s an
Artist for Our Time
BY JARED QUINTON, FEBRUARY 9, 2016
In one of the light-‐flooded, seaside galleries that make up Miami’s Pérez Art Museum is an exhibition that no one should miss. “Bloodlines,” the first solo museum show of Firelei Báez, assembles several bodies of work that are each so vibrant, potent, and ingeniously self-‐contained that they entirely hold their own in the Pérez’s cavernous spaces. Together, they present an argument for Báez as one of our most gifted and relevant young artists working today, one whose exquisite works-‐on-‐paper are set apart by their devotion to poetry and politics, abstraction and narrative, history and fantasy in equal measure.
Báez is Dominican by birth and resides in New York, a diasporic context that could be easy to overemphasize in trying to make sense of her work, but that nonetheless must be acknowledged given her many explicit references to it. The primary experience of “Bloodlines,” however, is one of overwhelming aesthetic beauty. Báez moves effortlessly between mediums—often within the same works—mixing abstract washes of paint with intricate drawings, an exacting eye for archival materials with an exuberant, impressionistic handling of color and gesture. Patterns abound. Based on flora and fauna, strict geometry and swirling mandalas, these visual rhythms soar in their current installation under the southern Atlantic light. They draw you in close and yet cannot help but evoke the Caribbean islands just over the horizon.
The works’ ornate, colorful designs are not simply there for our visual consumption, delectable as they might be. In many cases, they converge into powerful female figures, saved from complete abstraction by their piercing eyes and distinctive fashions and hairstyles. In other cases the opposite dynamic is at play, and a closer inspection of the patterns reveals symbols and narrative vignettes that reference the experiences of African-‐ American and Afro-‐Caribbean women—scenes of subjugation and, more frequently, radical self-‐ making in the face of it. It’s at this point that the real politics of Báez’s work surfaces, delivered to your consciousness in opulent, impeccably made packages.
A self-‐proclaimed interest in the craft and art forms traditionally thought of as “women’s work”—textiles, jewelry, ceramics—permeates the artist’s practice. Báez channels the long history of ornamentation and fashion as acts of resistance among women of the African Diaspora. She embodies this connection quite literally through her intensive artistic labor, uniting their struggles with those of today. That these patterns pervade her work so thoroughly can, moreover, serve as expression of the universal nature of the oppression and survival that black women throughout the Americas have experienced since the days of the Middle Passage. The beauty has critical bite.
In her “Geographic Delay” series, different combinations of African, Caribbean, and American textiles and fashions coalesce into sturdy, self-‐ possessed women that express “the layered histories that make up individuals, and all the alternative possible selves that can emerge out of chance and choice,” as Báez describes. In “Bloodlines,” a new body of work shown for the first time, the figures wear tignons—headwraps that women of color were forced by law to wear in 18th-‐century Louisiana, but whose oppressiveness they inverted with brilliant self-‐expression through design.
The showstopper of the exhibition is Man Without a Country (aka anthropophagist wading in the Artibonite River) (2014), a massive wall installation of over 144 small drawings on archival materials like maps and book pages. They recall Ellen Gallagher in the way they repurpose weighty histories and dominant imageries to critique the very systems of power that created them and to reimagine the future. The work is an immersive, sweeping history made of a mosaic of intricate, specific visual narratives. The symbolism there needs no explanation.
Báez reveals the centrality of art and creative expression in the construction of identity and in the act of resistance. She collapses diasporic experiences and teases out connections into forceful works that demand and reward your attention. Her subject matter could be didactic in the wrong hands, but she sidesteps that risk with her focus on beauty, engagement, and emotion, seducing viewers into a contemplative space in which to confront them with painful histories. She is truly an artist for our time.