The Forbidden Fruit
I guess I’m taking some risks here – first of all this post might be interesting only to women, second – if I am wrong, I might be letting some secrets out that the other gender (the ones who come from Mars) might use against us, girls, at some point in their life. Anyway, I’ll be brave – this post is about Art, but… let’s talk about handbags!
How sacred is your handbag? Is it:
A. a temple that can be entered by the only Goddess, i.e. you;
B. a place where some people might be allowed to set their fingers in, but only with a special written permission; or
C. you don’t mind if anyone’s poking their long nose in there, as there’s nothing so special about your handbag?
Whatever the answer is, I’m sure that by now you’re wondering what all of this will lead to. In fact it’s quite simple – a German artist Hans-Peter Feldmann has lifted the veil of some ladies’ possesions and is demonstrating the contents of more than a few handbags (the exhibition has been opened in London, the Serpentine gallery).
The contents of six women’s handbags – crumpled receipts, the roll-up tobacco, shoes – are spilled out into glass cases. The women are identified by first name, age and city and any reluctance they might have had in giving over their bag there and then, with no opportunity for a quick tidy up, was quickly overcome by the offer of €500, said Feldmann. He also asked women he knew, although some only slightly. “I didn’t go up to women randomly,” he said. “They would have called the police.”
Would you do that? Would €500 be enough? I think I’d say “yes”, although later on I’d be very worried, because to be honest, I don’t know what thing in my handbag would deserve the title of the most “interesting” artefact… a bone wrapped in a tissue (that’s for the dog, in case you wondered) or a pile of old receits (I’m going to sort them out, soon!)…
Well, all I can say is that the other gender (the ones who come from Mars) are always spying on us and the roots for this constant curiosity come from their childhood! For e.g. Hans-Peter Feldmann says: “I remember my mother and her handbag and it was a taboo to look at what was in it, a really strict taboo.” It seems that the forbidden fruit is always sweeter…
— — —
Information for this post found on the Guardian.