“It didn’t matter to me whether I agreed with or found myself in the testimony of a particular woman, but rather that she had her space to be heard.”
Watching Women, Art Revolution was complicated. Admittedly my favorite part was when Martha Wilson talked about still being mad at Judy Chicago for something that happened in 1972. Sheila Levrant De Brettville crying and talking about the failures of the Women’s Building was what really hit me emotionally, and the overall Californianess of it, the light and the casual acquisition of space. Throughout the movie I felt like I was hearing snatches of my mom’s conversations and half-remembered readings of her NOW pamphlets and Ms. Magazines.
(I went and looked at the full transcript of Levrant de Brettville’s interview, which is amazing and talks about SDS and her boyfriend and the horrible processing and anger and anxieties about visibility and about solvency that surround artmaking and liberation and life. “Being emotional, having long hair, challenging authority, talking about who you were as a person in the world is something that I think women brought to it.”)