There is nothing particularly feminine or Jewish about Frieberg’s work, and yet its relentlessly unheroic, diaristic quality does locate it in a feminist tradition. And the brooding melancholy and cerebral anxiety can be called Jewish. She says she associates Jewishness with being emotional and giving of oneself. That’s also the politics of her art, its generosity, its sharing of life’s questions and anguishes.
1.Alice Walker, “In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens,” In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens, San Diego: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Publishers, 1984, p.241.2. Ibid., p. 24.
3. Alberto Giacometti, “Le reve, le sphinx et la morte de T.,” Labyrinthe, December 1946.