rrx

solo exhibition
lima, march 2015

photos © juan pablo murrugarra

curatorial text:

Femininity has been considered, through traditional psychoanalysis, as that which is unconscious, as irrational, opposed to masculine energy, understood as rational, assertive, masculine, and projective.
The encrypted language and delicately aligned disorder reveal and rebel in Malamud’s work as a provocation against this preconceived idea that feminine art is ornamental, unconscious, and intuitive.
Malamud has committed contempt, as a psychologist, she has established her own protocols by consciously manipulating the responses of the Rorschach test to turn towards her own idiosyncratic condition in the arena of art. She has mocked the law, crossing the line of ethics, challenging the establishment, and attributing a public character to the private. Malamud has liberated herself, armed with a needle she has pricked the edges, stretched the limits of her “home” subverting its meaning and reinventing it at will. She has made the unconscious a conscious act.
However, this exhibition goes hand in hand with a will to remain on the sidelines, a kind of overlap: the psychologist dresses as an artist and tests herself, the dice are in her hands, somehow finding herself isolated and governing her own solipsism. Prerogatives of creation that tell her, and yet, she goes beyond.
If the Rorschach test is aimed at evaluating personality through a projective test, Malamud has projected herself and played with the blots making them her own in each attempt. The knot-trace is finally her reality, no longer perceived as error, but as creation, literally and literarily. She becomes her own therapist and rejects any intrusion.
Her own cut-out x-rays, torn tulle, words embroidering intentionally overlapped responses make this exhibitionist game an impenetrable labyrinth. Repetition is the insistence on keeping the other close. The encrypted is a declaration of independence regarding academia, art, and art history.
The ornamental transcends its own codex and becomes the trace to follow. Like a strange attractor seeking order amidst entropy, each stitch implies a holding of meaning and at the same time a release for the artist. The artist creates her own myth and updates it again and again. Malamud governs from her embroidered podium.