Maisie Corl

b. 2002 New York City.
Chicago based.

2024
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2021


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Maisie Corl

b. 2002 New York City.
Chicago based.

Maisie Corl (b. 2002, NYC) is an artist based in Chicago, Illinois. She is currently earning her BFA in Studio Art from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. Corl’s works aim to place her experiences of contemporary girlhood in conversation with the commerce which has defined it. Borrowing cues from the digital detritus of the Internet, Corl plays with the leftovers of the consumption undergone by girls attempting to create themselves. Preserved on canvas or found scraps of cardboard and wood, Corl builds the image from many overlapping layers of thinned oil paint, pulsating beneath tense inky linework. Equal reverence is paid to dress-up game avatars and medieval triptychs. Modernity and history blend together in the relationships between these highly contemporary, synthetic figures, and their stone-age emotions which bind them to each other and push them apart.

It is this duality which informs the presentation of the figures– using the aesthetics of appeal so often employed by commodities to simultaneously imply the violence and grief in the shadow of cuteness and consumption. The individual, whether it be the subject of the painting or its viewer, indulges in this dichotomy themselves. They are both the heroine and the beast which kills her, conflicting icons of red apples and boxing gloves. The individual’s place in the image has less to do with their desires for innocence or cruelty, this is irrelevant. They are wishing to become anything which might allow them access to a more cathartic melodrama than the physical reality of being a girl standing next to another girl. The girls in the paintings have the same shiny appeal of packaging and fashion dolls and comic books, advertising themselves to each other and to the viewer as potential vessels for desire. The fantasies and unspoken desires, which in reality only exist scribbled in the margins of the delusional girl’s spiral notebooks, are acted out in earnest on the picture plane.

In my perfect diary, we were the same beast.