The work of Robyn Cumming
Robyn Cumming’s aesthetic can be described as Steel Magnolias gone awry, but in the best way possible. Working from the heaps and piles of the stereotypical female imagery we all know and love (or love-to-hate, depending on your own alignments), the Toronto-based artist creates a body of work exploring, exploiting, and evolving the ordinary into something a little more sinister, and far more eccentric. Her own clever bio sums it all up, quipping, “If [Cumming] were an emotion, [she] would be laughing that turns into coughing…and then dry-heave style crying.”
Decomposing iconography of womanhood and the clichés of femininity, she creates disturbing portraits of awkward, stiff figures, gorgeously delicate photographs of middle aged women, complete with mascara tears, and domestic interior landscapes of disturbed sixties suburbia, shag carpet and all.