Vanessa Beecroft Continues to Prove She Doesn’t Deserve Comparison With Rachel Dolezal

We were going to write a blog post titled “Vanessa Beecroft is the Rachel Dolezal of the Art World” and then realized what an unfair comparison that is. Beecroft’s appropriations of blackness are so, so much worse. This is not a post about stupid things someone has said once, twice, or in the case of Beecroft, many, many times. This is a post about how systemic racism cannot be wished away: “If I don’t call myself white, maybe I am not,” says Beecroft in “The Bodies Artist,” a profile published online today on the Cut (as well as this month’s issue of New York Magazine). Published two years to date on the anniversary of Michael Brown’s shooting death in Ferguson, there are many people who cannot find themselves in a place to change their race—or gender, or sexual preference. Beecroft can perform blackness, but that’s her privilege. Her totally, insanely un-self-aware privilege.

On that note, here’s a round-up of press, including the just published article, that explains why Beecroft is the worst.

Let’s Go Back to 2008.

Logan Hill wrote an appropriately scathing review of the 2008 documentary The Art Star and the Sudanese Twins, “in which [Vanessa Beecroft] attempts to adopt two Sudanese orphans and use them as subjects in her work. Wise to theory, Beecroft says her adoption will be ‘not just fetishization of the blacks. It will be a beginning of a relationship with that country.’ The film documents the significant gap between Beecroft’s theory and her actions.”

That gap includes the following anecdote about her need for adoption: “My husband says, ‘You are so superficial,’’ Beecroft admits. But Greg Durkin, a social anthropologist, says much worse in the film — in part because Beecroft spends months attempting to adopt these two children without informing him. (When she finds that she needs to have his approval, she considers a divorce.) He notes that Angelina Jolie’s and Madonna’s adoptions rated them ‘a lot of press and publicity…Vanessa’s always been very receptive to that.’ Beecroft blithely agrees, noting that she’s always been obsessed with ‘the romance’ of celebrity magazines.”

From the same article, there’s that time she physically restrained nuns who tried to stop her from stripping orphans naked to use as props for a photoshoot:

Upon her arrival in the Sudan, Beecroft hurries to set up a photo shoot, hiding the cameras from the orphanage’s sisters, calling the babies ‘these poor creatures.’ Which baby should she photograph? ‘Either one or the other,’ she says, ‘it doesn’t matter.’



Repeatedly, Beecroft claims that she ‘loves this culture’ — but, in the film’s most disturbing scene, sisters from the orphanage try to stop her from stripping the children nude inside their abbey for an elaborate photo shoot. Beecroft refuses, complains, starts shooting again, and eventually loses a physical confrontation with one of the sisters, who takes the children away from her, furious that Beecroft is stripping children naked inside a church. ‘Christ, these people,’ Beecroft moans, as she barricades herself inside, pushing a pew up against the door to keep the sisters out of their own abbey.

Now, to the Present.

From the Cut article, Beecroft explains the most recent incarnation of her interest in others as a sort of performance practice. “I have divided my personality,” she says. “There is Vanessa Beecroft as a European white female, and then there is Vanessa Beecroft as Kanye, an African-American male.” If only it were that easy!

However, Beecroft does recognize that her genetic makeup characterizes her differently. In the Cut, she explains that she took a DNA test to find out whether or not she comes from a line of African ancestors. Well, she doesn’t, but she suggests that maybe she’ll take another test because she thinks science might be wrong: “I even did a DNA test thinking maybe I am black? I actually wasn’t. I was kind of disappointed, and I don’t want to believe it. I want to do it again, because when I work with Africans or African-Americans, I feel that I am autobiographical. If I don’t call myself white, maybe I am not.”

Other lowlights from the article:

The roots of her fascination: “When I was a child, I won a prize at school for drawing black children in a ship….There were probably 30 or 40 of them. A lot. I drew so many of them, and I won a prize because the sisters of the nursery school were kind of mesmerized. So you see, everything comes from somewhere.” Oh wow! Beecroft’s exploitation of black bodies started by putting them in a boat—where have we heard that before?

A curious misdefinition of favela: “These days, Beecroft and [husband] Spadoni live in a house they call their ‘favela.’ It is at the top of a series of winding roads just below the HOLLYWOOD sign.” Real favelas are slums, often riddled with crime, and lack basic sanitation services. She and her husband are now full-time employees of Kanye West, according to the Cut; one can only hope that her salary lets her afford plumbing.

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