LUCILE LITTOT: SHE WAS A VERY NICE GIRL

LUCILE LITTOT: SHE WAS A VERY NICE GIRL
February 12 – February 17, 2017

ROSEANNE’S
1753 E. OLYMPIC BOULEVARD 90021 LOS ANGELES
Elodie
C/o ROSEANNE’S
1753 East Olympic Boulevard 90021 Los Angeles
Yellow Building – Green Door on the Left – 4th floor

 

Chaos was the very first thing to ever exist; then came the Earth, with Gaia, the goddess mother of all of life, as its prosopopeia, and Tartarus, both a god as well as a void for souls in the afterlife to undergo their divine punishment. Chaos birthed the siblings and lovers Nyx—the night—who brought along Hypnos and Thanatos (sleep and death) and whose beauty would arouse immense fear in her fellow deities, and Erebus, the very personification of darkness. Erebus and Tartarus, doubles for each other, are a space in the under-Underworld, home for souls newly liberated from bodies—the first stop for the newly dead.

But our very nice little girl should have gone further, straight to Virgil’s Mourning Fields, a pasture set aside for those who wasted their time on Earth chasing unrequited love. Locked inside the Palace of the Eternal Night, looking over the glittering entrance to the adult cabaret, she reclines over Bordeaux velvet draped as Giacomo Casanova may have written in the opera drafts of his very last years, in a former factory dedicated to the porno industry, only a few years ago, and smoothing her ball gown over herself, salvaging what’s left of her crumbling heels, buoying somewhere between Maria Wyeth in Joan Didion’s Play as it Lays, who escaped Silver Wells, Nevada only to be entirely ravaged by Hollywood in the 1960s; Alice in Wonderland; stepsister to Baby Jane and Blanche Hudson; and the wistful mother Jenny Lewis serenaded in “Rabbit Fur Coat,” who really suffered in Omaha, spending her life in a gold-plated body cast. More luxuriant petals are surrendered and wilted; a step behind her, offering crimson-tinged silver lilies—the elegiac bloom symbolizing a soul’s renewed innocence after death.

A frosted funeral marches into a fancied makeshift Sicilian chapel, a procession and an offering for a Louis IV-stylized Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte, lain out in a misty, industrial, Downtown Los Angeles. Sad smiles are gilded, ceramic skin is pulled and pinched as tightly as plastic; silken hair is singed; rosé spills over. A more desirable divinity might be Aphrodite Philopannyx, who loves the entire night.

Don’t be scared of the dark; be scared of pastels.

Jennifer Piejko

Lucile Littot (b. 1985, France) is an artist based in Paris and Los Angeles. Recent exhibitions include Revenge Of the Crystal, Sade, Los Angeles, J’ai tout vu, j’ai tout su et j’ai tout oublié Song N.3 Hotel California, Les Bains-Douches, Alençon, France, and Cool Memories, Occidental Contemporary, Villejuif, France.

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