A Place at the Table

Gail Levin examines the life & art of Judy Chicago, the creator of The Dinner Party

Courtesy of Through the Flower Archives

Judy Chicago at work in her china-painting studio in 1974.

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BECOMING JUDY CHICAGO A Biography of the Artist. By Gail Levin.

Illustrated. 485 pp. Harmony Books. $29.95. 

 

By ELSA DIXLER

Published: March 4, 2007

 

When the Elizabeth A. Sackler Center for Feminist Art opens at the Brooklyn Museum

later this month, Judy Chicago’s “Dinner Party,” a multimedia installation celebrating the

role of women in Western civilization, will have a permanent home. Conceived by

Chicago and executed by hundreds of women working under her direction between 1974

and 1979, “The Dinner Party” was seen by more than a million people in the years

following its completion. But since 1988 it has spent much of the time in storage.

How that could happen to what the critic Arthur Danto has called “one of the major

artistic monuments of the second half of the 20th century” is revealed in “Becoming Judy

Chicago.” Gail Levin, who teaches art history, American studies and women’s studies at

Baruch College and the Graduate Center of the City University of New York and is the

author of many other books, including a well-received biography of Edward Hopper

[second, enlarged edition just out], examines the whole of Chicago’s career. But the book

is liveliest when it turns to the creation and reception of “The Dinner Party.”

Every artist “becomes” herself as she matures, but for Judith Sylvia Cohen, the process

was political as well as artistic. Her father, a union activist and a Communist, was

hounded out of his job and died in 1953, when Judy was 13. Her parents’ politics shaped

her belief that art could change the world, and their love and support helped her grow up

confident. She took classes at the Art Institute of Chicago from the time she was 5, and

entered the College of Applied Arts at U.C.L.A. in 1957.

Judy Cohen tried to be one of the boys in her art-school crowd — “I began to wear boots

and smoke cigars,” she wrote — and emulated their work. She had some success; her

sculpture was included in an important show and noticed in Artforum. But she began to

feel that “I could no longer pretend in my art that being a woman had no meaning,” and

she produced images that, while still formal, evoked women’s sexuality. An Artforum ad

for her show at California State College, Fullerton, in late 1970, shows Cohen, by now

Gerowitz (the name of her first husband, who had died), in a boxing ring, wearing trunks

and a sweatshirt emblazoned with the name Judy Chicago — a gallery owner’s nickname

for her because of her accent. On a wall facing the entrance to the Fullerton show was a

sign: “Judy Gerowitz hereby divests herself of all names imposed upon her through male

social dominance and freely chooses her own name Judy Chicago.” It was definitely

1970.

Increasingly influenced by the emerging women’s movement, Chicago inaugurated a

program at Fresno State College to help young women become artists. She used her own

version of consciousness-raising, taught the students carpentry so they could build a

studio and encouraged them to make art out of their own experience. In 1971, Chicago,

with the painter Miriam Schapiro, moved the program to the new California Institute of

the Arts. But focusing on the students’ emotions made her feel, Chicago said, like

“nothing but a therapist,” and she was torn between her commitment to her teaching and

her desire to work, alone, in her studio. Some students felt that Chicago — herself a

monumentally hard worker — pushed them beyond their limits. Their complaints, Levin

says, were the source of later rumors that Chicago “enslaved” her workers on “The

Dinner Party.” Tensions over leadership, although Levin does not say so, were endemic

in the early women’s movement.

The relationship of feminists to established institutions was another continuing tension.

After two years of increasing conflict with Schapiro, Chicago left CalArts. Schapiro

wanted to work within that admittedly flawed institution, while Chicago, with several

colleagues, started an independent feminist art school. Chicago left that school, too, to

concentrate on the work that became “The Dinner Party.” She attempted to create images

at once feminine and active; she painted vaginal shapes that morphed into butterflies and

the petals of a flower arranged around a central core. She wrote biographical information

around the edges of abstract portraits of great women in history.

This story has been told by Chicago herself in “Through the Flower,” a memoir named

for one of her breakthrough feminist paintings and published in 1975. Levin’s book is

based in large part on Chicago’s letters and diaries (which the artist made available to

her), so the anecdotes and descriptions can seem familiar to someone who has read

Chicago’s memoir and its sequel, “Beyond the Flower” (1996). But Levin brings context

— the feminist writers and critics Chicago spoke with, the meetings she attended,

interviews with her students, descriptions and reviews of her work. Sometimes there is

too much information — about the Eastern European milieu of Chicago’s ancestors, for

example, or about short-lived college romances. And sometimes there is too little. Levin

mentions that some New York feminist artists scorned Chicago because of the

“essentialism controversy” — that is, they rejected Chicago’s idea that imagery women

create is always based on biological forms. She discusses the debate briefly but presents

the critique of Chicago’s position in the words of one of her supporters: “There are still

women who consider it a compliment to be told that they ‘paint like a man.’ ” This is not

a fair treatment of a serious question. Levin is so immersed in Chicago’s writing that their

perspectives seem nearly identical, and her account of the artist’s ideas, choices and

behavior is defensive rather than analytical. The reader wants a little more Levin.

When “The Dinner Party” opened in March 1979 at the Museum of Modern Art in San

Francisco, the critical response was mixed. (Hilton Kramer, then the chief art critic of

The New York Times, called it “kitsch” and “very bad art ... mired in the pieties of a

political cause.”) But it attracted huge crowds all over North America and Western

Europe. In Houston, Boston, Cleveland, Chicago and Atlanta, where museums had turned

it down, women raised money to show “The Dinner Party” in other settings. When I first

saw it at the Brooklyn Museum in 1980, I was overwhelmed by its ambition. Any

reservations about Chicago’s imagery or her choice of dinner-party guests were swept

away. It was exhilarating to see so many women — the women who had created “The

Dinner Party” and the women honored by it, and all the women who came to see it. With

the opening of the Sackler Center, it will now be possible to visit and revisit this powerful

expression of feminist art and the women’s movement of the ’70s. Those who cannot

make the trip to Brooklyn will find the next best thing in Chicago’s book

The Dinner Party: From Creation to Preservation (Merrell, $49.95), with an essay by Chicago and

hundreds of color photographs by her husband, Donald Woodman.

“Becoming Judy Chicago” is a work of large scope and wide research — as well as

beautiful illustrations. It brings alive a body of work and an unironic era that seem very

far away.

 

Elsa Dixler is an editor at the Book Review.