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(University of Judaism, West Los Angeles) Ever since Marcel Duchamp attached a bicycle wheel to a stool and declared that it was art people have been fascinated by assemblage. Down but never out, assemblage is still going strong in its various reincarnations.
Though it didn't make a big splash until the 1950s, artists have been using castoffs, broken discards, and mundane items to create art through most of the 20th-century. By combining select unrelated pieces, or juxtaposing them in new and unexpected ways, assemblage artists have transformed meaningless, disparate "found objects" into meaningful, mesmerizing artwork. Sometimes the results are playful, whimsical, and full of humor. More often, as in Assembled Allegories, assemblage art is intensely personal, emotional, and highly symbolic; or laden with biting satire and hard-hitting, social commentary. You don't need to read Eva Kolosvary-Stupler's tragic biography to know that her life has been marked by pain, loss, and survival. One look at her powerful constructions and you feel her deep sorrow and hope for the future. Born in 1940s war-torn Budapest, Kolosvary depicts her former self as a tear-streaked child whose body (a chest-of-drawers) is full of skeletons, locked compartments, and rusty keys. |
![]() Eva Kolosvary-Stupler, "Self," mixed media, 66 x 14 x 12", 1994. Eva Kolosvary-Stupler, "World Piece," mixed media, 67 x 23 x 12", 1992. |
| A violin forms the figure of Muse and represents, symbolically the inner artistic vision Kolosvary hopes to find. Nearby, a blood-stained world globe (split through the middle with its stuffing falling out), swings from a bird-cage stand. A stunning image, it alludes to our imperiled planet and humanity's cry for World Piece [sic intentional]. By contrast, Joan Vaupen constructs pristine, transparent little houses filled with neat, orderly contents. At first glance, these plexiglass environments appear to be charming, innocent tableaux or maquettes. A close inspection of the interiors proves otherwise. With stinging wit and biting satire, Vaupen makes social and political commentary on serious issues that threaten post-Modern culture. Inside Hollywood Smokehouse, for example, are seductive images of smoking that were romantic elements of almost every film produced in Hollywood. Think Bogart, think Gable, think Stanwick. Think love, allure--and lung cancer. In Ice House, Vaupen tackles DeBeers Diamond Corporation and human rights issues in South Africa. In Power House, she highlights the devastating effect of atomic warfare and its ongoing covert testing. And in Fire House she addresses the L.A. riots. Inside of each little house a different drama is presented with no holds barred. That includes Retro House, where the Seven Dwarfs adorn the pretentious pseudo-classic facade of Disney Corporation Headquarters. |
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