Art is about mystery.
- Marisol
I can't explain it.
- Marisol
In 1941, her mother committed suicide, and Marisol, then 11, “decided never to talk again.” She did speak at school and when necessary, and gradually found her voice again while in her 20s, but her habit of silence never left her. A 1965 profile of Marisol, written for the New York Times by Grace Gluek, describes her “marathon silences” at art openings and parties, including one museum brunch that she allegedly attended for four hours without saying a word. “Marisol has not become more voluble with time,” reported a Times piece in 2007.
Boxy and frontal, like upright sarcophagi, [Maisol's sculptures] were carved, assembled, accessorized, overlaid with deft figurative drawing and bright, patterned paint. ... they portrayed artists, movie stars, presidents, and glamorous women.
One of those women was Marisol herself. A sort of Cindy Sherman before the fact, she repeatedly used her own image to try out various ready-made personas.
Marisol, Magritte IV, 1998, wood, oil paint, plaster, charcoal, and cloth
Marisol was part of Andy Warhol's coterie in the 1960s; she understood that fame would be good for her work
I don’t like to read ... It bores me.
...
Do you watch movies or TV?
No.
Would you recommend sculpture as a career?
Yes.
Do you communicate with any other artists?
No.
- Marisol in interview,
quoted in Marisol (The Paris Review)
Marisol, not big on words
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