Louise Bourgeois: An Unfolding Portrait

Last night I saw an amazing exhibition at MOMA, Louise Bourgeois: An Unfolding Portrait. It presented a trove of her print work, none of which I was familiar with. I was aware of her only as a sculptor. These ink drawings had such emotional depth. Some were delicate and sparse, with lots of air, but there was still something subtly heavy about them, like they touched on dark edges of the unconscious. They were deeply personal and layered. There were also some sculptures, mainly ones that completed a series of drawings, and these were intense as well. The titles of the works were particularly literary, adding dimension and illumination. The whole show had an unusually powerful intimacy and I loved it.