Hyper-real blackness and the embodied poetics of the sublime Her eyes are closed, as if in a trance or a grown-up game of blind-man's bluff. Her arms are stretched out with the tentativeness of someone lost in the dark, but it is a plane of apparently unmitigated whiteness that she is navigating--blinding whiteness all about her, as crisp, clean and untainted as her headscarf and apron. There is nothing here to touch or hold onto, no familiar recognisable objects to help her feel her way to a known destination. She is in uncharted territory, the empty space of risk and initiation. Meet Sophie (2008) (1), a sculptural alter ego conjured to life by artist Mary Sibande from fiberglass and silicone casts of her own body. Sibande was born in 1982, into a line of domestic workers that stretches back three generations, and grew up in Barberton, Mpumalanga. A young Johannesburg-based contemporary artist, she emerged into adulthood in the post-apartheid era, graduating with a B.Tech (Hens) in Visual Art from the University of Johannesburg in 2007. Like Lawrence Lemaoana and Nicolas Hlobo, she is part of a young generation of future-minded black artists who live and work out of studios in August House, a light industrial building from the 1940s situated on the gritty eastern fringe of 21st-century metropolitan Johannesburg. From this vantage point of relative freedom and autonomy, she pays homage to her forebears by giving free rein to their imagined desires, liberating their spirits from the ordained strictures of remembrance. Sibande's thwarted initial intention of becoming a fashion designer plays itself out in her work as a visual artist, through the lavishly hybrid costumery of her static sculptural nemesis. (1) The peat-black figure wears the starched uniform of a maid, the collar and apron rimmed in homely Broderie Anglaise, a technique of embroidery which originated in 16th-century Europe, (2) but is still widely used in the collar and apron details of contemporary South African maids' uniforms readily available at local supermarkets. Although the South African maid's uniform has been largely desexualised by the spectre of rampant racial exploitation and subservience in this sector, the uniform also ironically evokes the black-and-white French maid's outfit, with its erotic associations harking back to the sexual power dynamics in the pornographic writings of the Marquis de Sade, for whom servitude seemed to function as an appalling kind of proto-Viagra. [FIGURE 1 OMITTED] But in Sibande's sculptures, the small standard-issue note of deference to European sensibilities goes beyond the neat trimmings of Broderie Anglaise, escaping tidy domestication to infect other elements of Sophie's attire. The sleeves of her royal-blue (3) dress are puffed, and the full, wide skirt, supported by a scaffolding of undergarments, falls to the ground in a voluminous flourish that recalls the dress of an elegant Victorian lady. Her hands and arms are sheathed in vintage black satin dress gloves, radically disrupting our associative categories so we are unable to establish whether it is the marquess or the maid we are encountering here. The initial scrambling effect is breathtakingly potent--as if the mind has been subjected to an act of associative hijacking. The carriage ferrying hegemonic thought through the forests of the night has been taken by the bandits and highwaymen of the new. Sophie's eyes are always closed, as if in a 'constant ecstasy of fantasy' (Dodd 2009). It is in her mind that her dress becomes a thing of voluminous Victorian splendour. We glimpse her in this frozen moment, as if caught in a fit of hysterical conjuring or sublime prayer, and it seems that it is through this act of wizardry or incantation that the real--her very body and being--has been so fiercely affected. This quasi-religious tenor comes through more patently in other incarnations of her persona, most notably I Put a Spell on Me (2009), in which the Sophie figure reaches out towards the heavens while in the raptures of divine guidance from a Church of Zion staff (archly adorned with multiple replications of the emblem of ultra-luxury French fashion house Louis Vuitton, arguably the most favoured 'bling' token of South Africa's emergent black middle class). …
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