• New Work
    • Seams From a Garden
  • Series
    • For There She Was
    • Today Never Happened
    • Family Matters
    • Nothing, forever?
    • Accustomed to the Dark
  • Installations
    • Who's Afraid?
    • C'mon. Get up.
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Michele Landel

  • New Work
    • Seams From a Garden
  • Series
    • For There She Was
    • Today Never Happened
    • Family Matters
    • Nothing, forever?
    • Accustomed to the Dark
  • Installations
    • Who's Afraid?
    • C'mon. Get up.
  • About
    • Bio
    • CV
    • Contact
    • Newsletter
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The title of the series, Our Lips Speak Together (Quand nos lèvres se parlent) comes from the title of an essay written by the French feminist and critical theorist, Luce Irigary.

Similarly to previous work, the original photographs in this series are from digital clothing catalogues.  Like footprints in falling snow, the photographs exist online for only a brief season and then disappear. The artist finds them by chance and creates richly textured physical records of the women’s bodies in thread, capturing the ephemeral tension between the pleasure of the gaze and the pleasure of touch.

She mirrors and repeats the models to engage with the existence of multiple and fractured identities in the construction of the female self and what it means to be woman. Additionally, she is exploring that feeling of being both the actor and the audience of one’s own life. By experimenting with mimesis, she asks the viewers to question their own views and stereotypes. She records the photographic impressions on torn-up, dyed and burned secondhand bed sheets that are reminiscent of death shrouds used in ancient times to contain and modestly cover the body. By doing this, the artist is asking what do these images and stereotypes contain and what are they covering.

“By our lips we are women... No need to fashion a mirror image to be 'doubled,' to repeat ourselves a second time. Prior to any representation, we are two." This Sex Which Is Not One, Luce Irigary

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