Bryan Wilhite: the art of kara walker
the art of kara walker
the art of kara walker is in black and white sexual positions for illustrated children’s books graphics of sarcastic, cynical scenes of violent non-violence pickaninnies and mammies in a white comedy of errors exquisite-corpse, airless compositions with minimum image and maximum multiple rorschach meanings hiding behind the solved mystery and laughing serious ambivalent fun rage at big black daddy who painted pictures of martin luther king like printing his own currency out of that fried-chicken-still-life- black-art-establishment that is so sold out that any sexual game different —with the proper credentials— deserves a genius grant the art of kara walker competes with 1970’s, nazi, sadomasochistic, sexploitation films: she’s art-directing the night porter, playing the role of charlotte rampling, married to a husband of fine nordic stock walking a black dog around the block in josephine baker jogging shoes with an italian bronze-colored afro-doo giorgio moroder playing with donna summer through her pink plastic headphones rococo disco hurts so good and she works hard for the money, consoling herself that she is the object of provincial ignorance and petty jealousy