Mobile Images
Institute of Contemporary Art, University of Pennsylvania
July 12–December 7, 2025
Philadelphia, PA
By virtue of the title, Mavis Pusey: Mobile Images, movement is the goal of the exhibition at the Institute of Contemporary Art Philadelphia. Its namesake is a 1970 work, likely made during Pusey’s time in London given its foggy quality, at the end of the exhibition. The show ushers us into three sections—the body, construction, and music—but offers more than categories. It extends a generous intimacy and whispers a different narrative, one far more humanizing of a woman attuned to the rhythms of the world around her.
Mavis Pusey (1928–2019)—the Jamaican-born multi-hyphenate fashion designer, poet, painter, printer, Virgo—relished the geometry and improvisation of the urban landscape: its chaos and care, its poetry and possibility. That duality of order and disorder pervades her work and is even incorporated into her word-scrambled titles. Again, duality appears in the handwritten, marked-up work she gave to a printer, on display in the exhibition; she valued order but often intentionally embraced jumbled disarrangement. In an alphabetical list of desires, Pusey wrote, “I want my memory and the ability to concentrate fully and permanent[ly]. I want strong wavelength.” The list meanders from pragmatic goals to wild-card hopes—winning the lottery, inheriting money from an unknown source. She continues with equal fervor: “I want to be more aggressive in presenting my art and myself. I want to improve my personality and to become magnetic and attractive.”
The exhibition captures an entire career with work that runs the gamut from paintings, lithographs, watercolors, gouache studies, fashion designs, archival news clippings and notes from the artist, and textiles—all embodying spirit of her practice: focused, but unafraid to dream wildly. Her works, abstract renderings of cities and selves, mirror that same clarity and multiplicity. I came into the exhibition looking to understand her translations of the city—line, shadow, and pattern. Instead, I learned something else entirely: I learned how she sees.
Her gaze was expansive. Satellites orbiting space, makeshift homes in Central Park, cosmological aura and street-level ingenuity fed her visual lexicon, and Pusey made space for it all. She composed with the vision of someone who’d seen the city from above and from below, and who knew its scaffolding and its soul.
In Rivgo (1965), an anagram of the word “Virgo,” she echoes mid-century modern aesthetics. The palette hums with earthy restraint: browns, teals, reds, flashes of mustard yellow—an earth sign’s vocabulary. Each shape in vibrant color pushes forward instead of flattening. The composition reads like an abstract glyph, language without letters.
Personante (1990) is full of verve. Curving cherry-red lines and deeper red rectangles create tone-on-tone depth, while three central spheres hover, suspended neither above nor below, like characters in a charged dialogue. Lines at the canvas’ base crisscross, breaking one another’s rhythm. In the top left corner, a rare breath of white space peeks through. The work resists a Western reading order with neither a clear left-to-right nor a singular center. Instead, the eye loops in a postmodern, Cubist dance.