THE CLOTHES MAKE THE WOMAN
SARAH BAKER INTERVIEWS MARCIA FARQUHAR
Published in Saatchi Gallery Art & Music Magazine, Issue 23, 2013, London
The ultimate Venice Biennale opening-week experience is to accidentally find yourself hanging out on the pavement, sharing a bottle of grappa among a small group of interesting people whilst connections spark long, engaging conversations, fruitfully bourgeoning new friendships. This is how it was that British artist Marcia Farquhar met Canadian rock legend Peaches.
Marcia Farquhar on meeting Peaches in Venice:
I myself was not at this particular soiree, but I did have my own collection of chance encounters in Venice that week, one of which happened to be Marcia Farquhar’s performance Acts of Clothing. I even sang during the performance. I was sure that Peaches would have been jealous of me for that.
The truth is that Marcia Farquhar talks so well, you just want to listen to her and do what she tells you to, singing included. Not just anyone can, as Marcia says, “M ake a catwalk and model your own clothes on it. Talk about them one after another until you run out of garments or time.”
Throughout Acts of Clothing, Marcia dresses and undresses, creating an articulate rendering of scenes, each provoked by a new item from the rail, as she morphs between anecdotes extracted from her life. She speaks with an elegant and cool tone but her insights are edgy and honest. The speed with which she delivers is poetic, a seasoned stand-up comedy, an artful Charlie Parker tune – always changing but staying on beat. But mostly she’s just fucking funny. She comes up with winning lines like “You can’t take academic success to the dance floor”, and “All I had to do was wear this dress and not say anything”. These genuine phrases are all backed up with family histories and her authentic, feminine perspective.
As she hovers along the catwalk, changing outfits, she verbally creates new settings, as if we’re watching a film shot in front of a blue screen and the backdrop continually changes. It’s very economical - the entire artwork consists of an Argos rail full of clothes and a catwalk made from whatever is available. If she is donning a particular dress she wore at a party, we imagine her at that party – dimly lit, a DJ, and people on the dance floor, a complete mise en scéne. Cut to a prudish dress that her mother gave her and we can visualize the setting: a cartoon mother’s lower half with a teenage incarnation of Marcia disdainfully hiding under the kitchen table in the dreadfully unflattering dress.
Marcia Farquhar on fiction and fantasy:
At Marcia’s performance we, the audience, are in the position of children, slightly below her and looking up – surrendering to her authority. Every last word has complete sovereignty; we are all compelled, under her spell, waiting in anticipation for the next cracker, a joke on life. But really deep down in Marcia’s performance, past all the laughs and face pulling and arm waving, the eloquence, the tempo, the anxiety, the color, there is a political position, a commentary on society and anti-authority that is dripping with punk era anarchy.
Marcia on performing Live:
As an attendee at Acts of Clothing one must be careful not to interrupt or come in late, because Marcia will address any disturbances. Most of all one must take care not to get so caught up in the narrative and try to provide a soundtrack of the party scene when requested. One might find herself - as I did - the only one in the room willing to provide a skeletal and out of tune version of ‘Mrs Jackson’.
It’s not that Marcia’s life really has a more extraordinary narrative than the next girl’s, it’s that she remembers the finite details; for example, what song was playing at a party, and is able to translate these stories to her audience, engaging profoundly with them. It seems a simple idea - to make work about something as personal and everyday as your own wardrobe. However, it’s the very thing that we present to our public – the façade we use to establish who we are and from where we hail. For Marcia, inspiration sparks from the superficial objects themselves – these individual items of clothing, each of them becoming pieces, as if ‘Acts of Clothing’ is a series of paintings, or a masterwork that is a time-based live sculpture activated by Marcia.
Marcia on the Visual:
Of all the impressive and expensive Venice art I saw, it was Marcia's performance that I was still thinking about weeks later. The very same day that I exchanged emails with Marcia to arrange a post Venice interview I also got a lucky phone call from my friend Maxx with an invitation to a Peaches concert, ‘Peaches Christ Superstar’ at Yoko Ono’s Meltdown. Given the Royal Festival Hall’s 2,500 capacity, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I had to practically climb over Marcia Farquhar to get to my seat. It’s all aligned in the stars. At the after-party, Peaches greeted many people, art stars, musical legends, fans, the press, but I could hear a higher sense of genuine mutual recognition in her voice when she warmly greeted Marcia: “Marcia, Marcia! When can we hang out again?!” Because Marcia Farquhar is the life of the party. A nd I bet Marcia will always remember what she was wearing the night she met Peaches.
Marcia Farquhar on Peaches Christ Superstar:
Marcia Farquhar performed Acts of Clothing at Arts Pavilion Bournemouth, Palazzo Zenobio, Venice Biennale 55