Once I was accosted by the Untitled (Hair Suds) images, I knew this was a trail I had to walk. As a museum catalog, the text is predictably stiff with museo-academic speak about the downfalls of previous stereotypes; the art itself is from someone ranging wild and risky. In what could be a multi-volume set (fifty? seventy?), this is a varied archive of the artist's collection of slides as she progressed in and around the earth: spectral "siluetas" in transformation, designs on leaves, earth-on-wood sculptures.
"The ephemeral" as an organizing principle is utterly compelling. There is an unforgettable anecdote about Mendieta's first body art, in which she planted a bean in one of her nostrils; "after a week or two the bean began to sprout, causing problems in her sinuses, so it had to be removed." You won't take a nature walk in the same way again (you do take those, right?)