Greenberg's setup leads to a fairly literal visual embodiment of the concept of the "glass ceiling". Women in color coordinated bathing suits hang suspended in pastel colored swimming pools; lit from above and shot from below, the bodies (either as clusters of women or solitary figures) drift headless, as their tops poke through the surface of the water. The strikingly preposterous detail to be found in these images is that all the women are wearing high heeled shoes, which weigh them down like anchors, dragging them into objectified doll-like poses or making them bob up and down in the water like buoys or corpses. Immersed in playful combinations of cotton candy pink, aquamarine blue, and faded peach refractions, the bodies seem oddly passive; unable to swim, the only option is to struggle to the top and gasp for breath. The prettiness of the pictures makes the situation all the more awkward and ridiculous.
While the feminist irony of the construct is obvious in a heavy handed way, I found the images to be quietly matter of fact and surprisingly distant. Sure, we can make some easy joke about being "dragged down by style" or the like, but there was less thrashing, fighting, and tension against that invisible barrier than I might have expected. The figures seem to float powerlessly, drained of their energy and empty of purpose, simply making the best of the puzzling reality of being stuck swimming in fancy shoes.
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Through August 19th
New York, NY 10001