The title “The Mother and the Whore”, is taken from Jean Eustache’s film, a huge scandal when it came out in Cannes in 1973. The exhibition brings together the work of sixteen artists, from 1910 to the present day, both women artists and men artists, a variety of techniques and stereotypes of “feminine” images, the better to play, cross and go beyond “close-mindedness” and simplistic clichés.

We begin by going back in time to 1910, with a drawing of naked, sensuous women that Jules Pascin was so fond of, but also — and this is a lesser known side of the artist — three other watercolours of “almost” ordinary scenes of family life, parents and children united in boredom.

Francis Picabia’s 1949 drawing, “La Joie de vivre”, of a man’s erection before a women carrying her child, is emblematic in itself of the second principal subject of the exhibition: desire, also sketched with open legs by Hans Bellmer in the early 60s.

Around the same time, Niki de Saint Phalle confiscated her children’s toys and covered them in plaster, to sculpt Doctor Frankenstein’s “loaded” heart. A few years later, the lace in the garter belt of “Lady Sings the Blues”, an imposing black woman over two metres tall, does little to soften the brutality of Billy Holiday’s life, to whom she pays homage here. At the opposite end of the scale is its contemporary, Claud Gilli’s “La Nonne Joyeuse” (1965); a smooth, colourful image of pop icons.

It is the woman the day after May ’68 that Michel Journiac portrays in his series “24H de la vie d’une femme ordinaire” from 1974. Dressed up in drag, striking a pose, we are no less distracted from the persistent clichés of the fairer sex of that time. VALIE EXPORT’s black and white photographs look lifted from a Nouvelle Vague film, whose heroine – the artist herself – questions herself, hides, tells a story of “forms” far removed from any fantasy.

Modern pornographic sites might well have their origins in the French precursor to the internet, the pink telephone-operated Minitel of the 80s. Jacques Villeglé took posters of the women “plying” the walls of the city, coupled with their emblematic 3615. It was not a prostitution of the body, however, but of the images that would continue to unfurl in the following decades. Sexy images of pop singer star Cher might come in multiples in Julia Wachtel’s large painting “You Disappear Me”, but she gives way to a ragged hastily-drawn pirate, straight out of an ordinary American postcard.

Cindy Sherman alone might embody all the images, questions and evolutions of the subject of our preoccupations, and the photograph “Mère Noël” from 1990 is a discrete but humorous marker of her presence.

We might have begun with one of the most liberated and activist women of this exhibition: Josephine Baker, who, as early as the start of the 20th century did a frenzied enactment of her “enslavement” for the racists crowds of her era. In “The Dancer”, Jeff Mills captured all of the energy and contemporanaety of the icon on this film. And on that subject; married a dozen times, Josephine Baker was never a biological mother, but she adopted many children of different origins, not only to satisfy her maternal desires, but also as a mark of her struggle against racism.

The exotic references in “Jane”, one of the last sculptures of Françoise Pétrovitch, appears to offer a static counterpoint to the film of Josephine Baker. Made of an unexpected mixture of bronze, cement and plants, this feminine subject recalls a classical sculpture, not without contrast with its primitive features. The Colombian artist Maria Isabel Rueda carries us along with the poetic, fantastical ramblings of her cartoon, inspired by the atmosphere of certain horror films blended with a tropical environment where the platitudes of the savage and the “civilised” rub shoulders.

The Dutch artist Pat Andrea has used a similarly dreamlike repertoire since the 60s, building his work around the dismembered images of women, a “(de)construction” that he has pursued obsessively in his paintings and drawings, the heroines in constant action in their phantasmagorical universe for mysterious reasons. Through his videos (“Tortilla a la Española” and “Furor Latino”) and his photographs, Pilar Albaracín finally brings together many of the key words of this exhibition: Beauty, Cliché, Desire, Fantasy, Femininity, Humor, Maternity, Pornography, Sensuality, Stereotype, Violence...

At a time when the status of women remains the subject of violent but necessary debate, the “Mother” and the “Whore” exhibition is an opportunity to remove the constraints of these words and associate them with the strength of the works and images offered here.