Ivy Haldeman The Agreement, The Fool, and The Storm

François Ghebaly is proud to present The Agreement, The Fool, and The Storm at the gallery’s Downtown Los Angeles location, the newest exhibition by the American visual artist Ivy Haldeman.

Bikini Atoll is a coral reef made up of a ring of islands that sits some 2600 miles southwest of Honolulu and 5000 miles from Los Angeles. In 1946, after decades of German and Japanese imperial control, the United States displaced the atoll’s Marshallese population and began to use the islands as a peacetime nuclear testing site. Over the next twelve years, the U.S. military deployed nearly two dozen hydrogen bombs on land, over the ocean, and in the coral reefs of Bikini. 

To keep up with the Soviet nuclear program, the United States set off bigger and bigger explosions in the Pacific. Just as the testing was beginning, a Cold War-era race of reverse scale was launched 8000 miles away when French designer Louis Réard co-opted the atoll’s name to describe yet another mid-century provocation of superlative proportions, one that would come to define gendered aesthetics for decades to come: “the Bikini — smaller than the smallest swimsuit in the world.” In red, pink, and polkadot styles, Réard’s design is a central figure in Haldeman’s newest exhibition, The Agreement, The Fool, and The Storm.

For Haldeman, whose unmistakable visual imaginary spans from titanic hot dog androgynes to cooly gesticulating power suits that evoke 1980’s corporate feminism, the sordid genealogies of the ‘bikini’ are hardly out of bounds. On the contrary, they’re prime targets for Haldeman’s critical acumen and unique sense of empathy. Haldeman’s paintings overlap American visual iconography, history, and underlying commodity fetish with her characteristic gestural styling. Her work seeks to cast a light on — and in many cases dislodge — latent hegemonies. 

Notions of ‘slippage’ are at the heart of Haldeman’s art and the exhibition is a study in the push-pull between image and power. Conveyed in the interplay between consumer culture and the surprising interiorities she’s able to carve out in her portrayals, her ‘slips’ become sites of newfound potential. “There’s something about shaking images loose from our expectations,” the artist noted. “We can put emphasis on how we arrived at those expectations in the first place, and on where we might still find some agency.”

Alongside her signature powersuit forms, Haldeman presents three new bodies of work. The first, a collection of massive, mural-esque canvases and small-scale watercolor studies of polychrome bikinis, are titled after tropical storms in the Gulf of Mexico. A far cry from the scantily-clad beach bodies of popular imagination, Haldeman depicts her bikinis in flight with reams of loose leaf paper in enormous gyres. They sail across her sprawling pale blue surfaces as though propelled by violent climate change-induced tempests, or nuclear gales; “I think of the form of the mushroom cloud, up and then out.” In the absence of clear figural centerpoints, the works convey a kind of scalar quality that can be extrapolated far beyond the confines of the canvas. The tumbling sheets of paper recall the 1990s Desert Storm ticker-tape parades captured in Jem Cohen’s Little Flags, an uncanny foreshadowing of the maelstrom in Manhattan skies after 9/11.

In two other series, Hand Hold and Cuffs,  Haldeman returns to a more intimate scale and focuses on reciprocal figures and exchanges of power. Hand Hold imagines interactions between a hand and a flamboyant yellow banana. In each work, the hand acts both as a tacit support for the banana figure and also as a constraining or impeding force. The banana, caught in a breeze not unlike the one that blows against Haldeman’s bikinis, serves as a choreographic repository of histrionics and otherwise gendered displays of affectation — a pacified proxy for “unacceptable public emotions.” 

In Cuffs, Haldeman turns her attention to the gesture of the ‘handshake’ as a symbol of political theater and collective stakes. “I think of the feeling, the anxiety, as a layperson, of watching political transactions from afar — decisions being made that you have absolutely no say in, and that will also irreversibly change your life and everyone else’s lives. You’re excluded, and you’re also complicit.” For Haldeman, the handshake and other coincidences of intimacy and hegemony become recurring metonyms for the sociopolitical condition of individual responsibility, a condition that is fastidiously baked into our fundamental modes of visual literacy, and against which we might yet hope to forge new channels of solidarity and identification.

About Ivy Haldeman