2024 // Artist statement
Miranda Holmes (b. 1994) is an artist currently living in Columbus, Ohio.
My paintings, drawings, and installations embrace expansive notions of identity and intimacy. I speculate on how we shape one another and the places we inhabit. Using transparent films of paint, I layer the shapes of everyday objects within figures, entangling them with the cups they hold, the drawers they open, and the shoulders they lean on. Each work attends to thresholds of interaction that mark a relationship in flux. As people and objects seep and stain into one another, my work capsizes traditional binary thinking between Subject and Object, Self and Other for a more fluid vision of experience. My work underlines painting as a site for textures of intimacy to spark, wrestle, grow, or diminish within a single moment.
Research for my work includes mining my own experiences of care and conflict as well as engaging with critical theory. Physicist and feminist, Karen Barad’s work – which considers matter not as discreet entities but as a series of “intra-actions” between atoms continually clinging to and releasing one another – has influenced how I paint edges: buzzing and active. If at a cellular level we are no different from one another and from the space around us, our identities are thus always moving as we meet new matter. Yet, my work does not erase difference altogether. Queer feminist theory continues to influence my work: Maggie Nelson, Sara Ahmed, and others who put shape to difference while opening avenues for togetherness are guiding voices in my studio. My practice aims to bridge representation and identity-based work with abstraction and wonder.
2022 // Thoughts: Observation / Absorption
My work is in many ways an exploration of control, namely the ways in which the systems of patriarchy, racism, and capitalism manipulate women, trans, and non-binary peoples’ bodies. I consider how these systems redirect these bodies, force them into positions to survive the world. I find myself thinking about what I and others would be like – what choices we would make, where we would go, who we would love – if not for the ingrained boundaries wrapped tightly around our bodies. I wonder about how many definitions a body must absorb before it embodies that definition, fits squarely into a category.
What the body absorbs, feels, moves, how it acts and persists – these will all look different depending on the intersectional identities and experiences of that body. I address these various intersections, including but not limited to gender, sexuality, class, race, and disability, and I leave space for the speculative. Much of the way culture shapes bodies, anybody, is unknown. Yet, cultural conditioning establishes its power from people accepting stories of the way things are, an agreed upon reality. My work questions the stories that uphold hegemony, a form of bodily control, as the common reality that we participate in and help shape.
2021 // I bend my back back
I bend my back and pose. Hold.
My back is bent back. I bent back. Held it. Hold it.
Held it in my hands. Held liquid in my cupped hands and felt it drip through.
It dripped through the cracks in my hand cup.
Felt the cup holding liquid in my hands.
The hand cupped me.
It cupped my bottom and I bent back.
Backed up and fell back and held it.
Held the cup bottom up. The liquid fell out and my back bent.
I held it back.
I hold it back.
I bend my back back.
I find myself in a backbend. I wonder how I arrived in that position. The pose. I am exhausted but I hold it. In what position does my exhausted body find itself and what are the powers that bent me there? I was overpowered. I am empowered. I have the power to bend back. I can. I can. What powers do I uphold in my empowering backbend?
My work contends with the body in relationship with the demands of capitalistic production, the strains of high performance culture, and the constraints of patriarchal, white supremacist, and heteronormative structures. How is the body asked to perform under systems whose mechanisms require draining bodies? The system drains the liquid from the body and lubricates its system. Makes it faster, smoother, more efficient, more demanding of more fluid bodies. Can the body perform under these conditions? How does it process these conditions and reperform them?
While my work is in conversation with neoliberalist feminism, which grows out of a white feminist allegiance to racial supremacy and to capitalism, the bodies in my work skim identity and skin the internalized. Working from quick gestural figure drawings I make observing woman-identifying bodies in yoga poses or exercise positions, I build up layers in my paintings that both reference the body and evade representation. The paintings provide moments of clarity – the strain of a perpetual backbend teases recognition – and in the next moment twist away from capture of the gaze. My work contends with the space between the desire to perform under current conditions (to hold a plank, to crunch for a deadline, to tighten a grip) and the desire to escape (to refuse sight, to refuse to work, to collapse, to imagine other ways of looking, of being).
Being an oil painting, the body finds itself labeled Figure. Female Figure. Boxed in, rendered in a rectangle, it leaks into its environment, labeled Ground. The Figure/Ground is in a relationship, and it is complicated. How is Figure (“subject”) ever separate from Ground (“object”, “environment”, “condition”) when Ground dictates the position of Figure? Figure’s body position, work position, favorite sex position. What composes Ground? Objects that allow Figure to stretch itself to its limits – a rectangular yoga mat, a linear exercise band, a screen imposing instructions – seep in and out of Figure, build it, break it. The edge of a doorway becomes an extended arm that spans background and foreground. How is Figure complicit in its own making and unmaking? Where does Figure perform Figure? How does the performance—the held position, the pose – fracture Figure? When does Ground have Figure’s back? Figure is bent back. Bent back. Bent back.
SHORT FICTION
- Self Expansion, Nov 2020