I look at them and wonder if
They are a part of me
I look in their eyes and wonder if
They share my dreams*
If you haven’t experienced the Jeffrey Deitch Gallery exhibition on 18 Wooster Street, this weekend is your last chance to marvel at Wonder Women.
Curated by the Deitch Gallery’s Managing Director Kathy Huang, she presents thirty Asian American and diasporic women and non-binary artists' work representing their interpretation of wonder, self, and identity through figuration.
Huang’s curation and intentional themes are timely: “The increasing violence against Asian Americans, particularly against Asian women and the elderly, emphasizes the need to tell our own stories. Figuration allows the artists to present themselves, their communities, and their histories on their own terms.”
Wonder Women, inspired by Genny Lim’s similarly named poem Wonder Woman, observed the lives of Asian women across generations, countries, and socioeconomic backgrounds. These themes are evident throughout the exhibit, centering Asian/diasporic/nonbinary/women as its protagonists and contemplating how these pieces are similar yet distinctive.
Each work of art is unique, varying in texture, medium (whether oil, wool, silk, charcoal), size, shape, point of view, tension, and detail, with none like the other. They’re all vastly singular in intensity (whether powerful or introspective) yet similarly aligned. Like in the poem Wonder Woman, #gennylim recalls how someone’s socioeconomic status can affect their body.
While facets of life can separate even the most akin, we are all undeniably connected by one thing: the body.
Hurry to experience this one-of-a-kind exhibition of extraordinary pieces, including; the nostalgic “Smells like Pre-teen Spirit” by Melissa Joseph, the fixed stare of Jiab Prachakul's self-portrait “Purpose”, the repossessive “Brown Jouissance on a Carpet from Sultanabad in the Yale Center for British Arts” by Bhasha Chakrabarti, the musical “Walking the Timeline” by Chitra Ganesh, the hypnotically saturated “Mamito’s Apparition” by Bambou Gili, and defiantly celebratory “Celestial Women Swim in Gold” by Chelsea Ryoko Wong.
Other artists participating in Wonder Women are Joeun Kim Aatchim, Amanda Ba, Susan Chen, Milano Chow, Dominique Fung, Shyama Golden, Sasha Gordon, Sally J. Han, Jeanne Jalandoni, Tidawhitney Lek, Zoé Blue M., Tammy Nguyen, Catalina Ouyang, Maia Cruz Palileo, Anna Park, GaHee Park, Sahana Ramakrishnan, Anjuli Rathod, Hiba Schahbaz, Mai Ta, Nadia Waheed, Lily Wong, Zadie Xa & Livien Yin.
*excerpt from Genny Lim’s Wonder Woman, 1981, read the entire poem below.
Wonder Woman
by Genny Lim
Sometimes I see reflections on bits of glass on sidewalks
I catch the glimmer of empty bottles floating out to sea
Sometimes I stretch my arms way above my head and wonder if
There are women along the Mekong doing the same
Sometimes I stare longingly at women who I will never know
Generous, laughing women with wrinkled cheeks and white teeth
Dragging along chubby, rosy-cheeked babies on fat, wobbly legs
sometimes I stare at Chinese grandmothers
Getting on the 30 Stockton with shipping bags
Japanese women tourists in European hats
Middle-aged mothers with laundry carts
Young wives holding hands with their husbands
lesbian women holding hands in coffee-houses
Smiling debutantes with bouquets of yellow daffodils
Silver-haired matrons with silver rhinestoned poodles
Painted prostitutes posing along MacArthur boulevard
Giddy teenage girls snapping gum in fast cars
Widows clutching bibles, crucifixes
I look at them and wonder if
They are a part of me
I look in their eyes and wonder if
They share my dreams
I wonder if the woman in mink is content
If the stockbroker’s wife is afraid of growing old
If the professor’s wife is an alcoholic
If the woman in prison is me
There are copper-tanned women in Hyannis port playing tennis
Women who eat with finger bowls
There are women in factories punching time clocks
Women tired every waking hour of the day
I wonder why there are women born with silver-spoons in their mouths
women who have never known a day of hunger
Women who have never changed their own bed linens
And I wonder why there are women who must work
Women who must clean other women’s houses
Women who must shell shrimps for pennies a day
Women who must sew other women’s clothes
Who must cook
Who must die
In childbirth
In dreams
Why must women stand divided?
Building the walls that tear them down?
Jill-of-all-trades
Lover, mother, housewife, friend, breadwinner
Heart and spade
A woman is a ritual
A house that must accommodate
A house that must endure
Generation after generation
Of wind and torment, of fire and rain
A house with echoing rooms
Closets with hidden cries
Walls with stretchmarks
Windows with eyes
Short, tall, skinny, fat
Pregnant, married, white, yellow, black, brown, red
Professional, working-class, aristocrat
Women cooking over coals in sampans
Women shining tiffany spoons in glass houses
Women stretching their arms way above the clouds
In Samarkand, in San Francisco
Along the Mekong