At the retrospective of Sophie Taeuber-Arp, I thought to myself: Am I crazy? I must be tripping, this is straight out of Africa!
The letters between Taeuber-Arp and her patroness, Annie Müller-Widmann, show the usually invisible tending that goes into an artist-patron relationship.
While I cheered at the idea that a largely forgotten woman Dadaist was finally getting her due, I couldn’t help but wonder why the art world’s recognition of Sophie Taeuber-Arp has been so spotty.
This word expresses a passivity that obscures the reality of these women’s stories. I prefer the more accurate “erased.”