table. The new exhibition, Gender Agenda, includes works in various media by twenty-one local, regional, and national artists on the theme of gender identity. Knowing this, I'd been prepared to gaze quietly and thoughtfully at a sensitive, difficult display. But I was delighted to find myself playing instead. When the little sculpture got to the first armchair, a projection filled its head/body bowl with a surreal image of a woman's hands zipping a jacket up over an exposed spine. Curiosity kept me turning the wheel, which took the little thing a child, I now thought down to the other end of the table, where the projection showed another jacket being zipped over a large blinking eye. I got it: the armchairs were parents, and the projections, images of vulnerability and protection, were not the truth of the child's body but a reflection of parental values. Or so I thought, until I realized I was the one turning the wheel and operating this machine of gender training.
Although not all of the pieces were as fun, involved, or provocative as this one, they retained the same playful panache. In one series of photographs, the artist stuffed her entire body into a white T-shirt, creating the illusion of sundry deformed bodies underneath. Not only did she comment on the malleability of the human form, but she also seemed to be having a really good time doing it. (I couldn't wait to get home and play with my own T-shirts.)