e b o r a h C o l o t t i
2750 Bloomfield Road, Sebastopol, CA 95472
(707)823-7040 fax 823-4989
For many years, I have toyed with the Barbie
icon. In 1996, I began the
current series "the Barbs". To date, I have created
over 150 interpretations
of Barb in the real world.
has always been stiffly perfect. Mine has not. None of my friends'
lives have been either. How could we possibly identify with
elusive and uniquely bland? Rather than trying to make myself
and superficial as a doll, I decided to make Barbie more like
me. And more
like the lives I see around me everyday.
not grow up to live in a pink palace, with scads of furniture,
clothing, and accessories - rather she is a down-and-out Bag
Lady. Or a
Battered Wife. Or an angry Spitting Nails Barb. Perhaps she
is a Molested
Barb haunted by ghosts. Or an Alcoholic Barb drowned in her
glass. She's pinched, and squeezed, and ripped, and peeled.
Like real people,
she has acne, gets fat, and becomes old and wrinkled.
this corporate image of unattainable and undesirable womanhood
tarred, feathered, and exiled.
I, and others
who have seen these Barbs, feel released from the pervasive,
yet strangely hidden, cultural straitjacket in which Barbie
has attempted to
imprison contemporary female identity. People laugh, wince,
ultimately recognize how Barbie has attempted to entwine them.
and revelation is crucial to our collective feminine soul.