Safety of repetition

Safety of using strategy that has resulted well in the past and the weird outlook such patterns make especially visually annoy me, strike me and over and over again it is a pleasure to brake a pattern of dusty security. Not it just annoy but scare me to stay put and not make something new. There is strange binding element and relationship between marginal and the center, coherence there is that new must be objected, resisted, it must have trouble and loathed. Such norm strategy manifests itself in areas that have to play it safe because of big money and high expectations. Because we cannot take any risks to make a change in how we act, that would mean jumping in to the unknown which might hurt. Because we must succeed otherwise we will be laughed at, abandoned as losers. To be laughed at what else is there to be feared? Fear of losing and being left alone are ones that drive the world of people. Most surprising is that the same fears drive the world of art. What is making art other than constant jumping, hopping around, sweating, bathing daily and bouncing as much as you can. Reaching out with hands up to the sky, falling down breaking my ankle, crawling in the dark, making a damn mess. And laughter and the lonely path that one is obviously born to. It will make it so, because need of it and it is made to look like there is something wrong..with. Artist that has flaws, what an artist. Artist now is a business man who hides his flaws and sells his work. He. And she must be he, him, because it is a world of men who sell.
Therefore systems that willingly hide, prevent change, look down on and do not dare to make new because it may scare some of us and them are completely out and lost.
Do they get it? No. Because idea of thinking of being progressive and hip without being so is contemporary blindness.

Men’s fears towards femininity that breaths outside regulated cocooned womanhood

She left her panties and other underwear on the floor without thinking much who would see them as she does with all her clothes, dropping them off liking to watch them herself has constellations of random and a day; cotton, lace and strings, used, changed, private creatures which a minute ago were pressed against her body and let loose. Memory of a cloth has parts of her form. What is so disgusting about it she does not understand but tries. She does not leave her clothes on the floor to stay there for weeks but just for a moment. It is a moment of absent-mindedness, carelessness and something of herself she likes to examine. It is that she does not behave like she should behave well-mannered especially when she is alone. She malfunctions and is dislocated in places that are sterile and in perfect order. Demand for sterile body is against life’s natural flow, decay and against nature in her, her dirtiness, her will and her femininity. Why are you so horrified but you still want to barge in, invade her and her privacy to watch her wrongness to blame her and accuse her for her wrongness not being like a norm of civilized. Do you lack something when you do that? Do you notice what you lack? Act of curious and wish to speak about what an abomination she is. What did she do? Fears of men have become fears of women fulfilling stripped and solid perfection to be admired. We are raised to think superiority is sterile environment just as a superior race would be.

It is the shame of it. Shame of what did she do. Shame that is experienced because of her, for her and what she is. 

PowerPower

I hope empowerment has not yet become overly used word and worn out phrase because we need it. For me empowerment means finding the best qualities and gifts in me and in people to put in use and let those qualities and people evolve. To empower includes other people around, empowerment is not something that happens in a vacuum nor in capsule of my excellence. It is not to praise only one but many together. To me empowerment is not a secret cult. It does not stay hidden nor embrace hierarchy. Therefore I am a bit reluctant to believe in empowerment within fine contemporary art as it is now. For me doing art has made me find my strength, a language that I could speak. To find out how sexist, bigoted and arrogant art world is was a true shock to me of which I will never recover. My naivety vanished in a blitz second during art school. While I have tried to get over my shock which still exists I have come to know that the hit in the face that I was given was for the best. It was a true educational experience of what it is to be an unknown female artist far away. There has been no illusion whatsoever of what it is like to be all the things I am. Here is one root to my feisty feminism.
Concept of power incarnates itself in an environment of people who wish to be known and recognized. Competition to which I am not willing to take part is made by the system of few resources, institutions and experts whom should be flattered and licked for their excellence. System that cannot be criticized is a dead one. As something made of concrete changes slowly does not take critique seriously nor hear any of it treats artists as buttons and cattle is a strange world of exploitation. And they cannot admit it because art is self-evidently good, does good, brings out good issues, is on the side of the weak, tries to salvage what there is to save. Phrase art is good for you rings oddly in this circle of boneheads. Art is good for you when it brings big money, tourists and fame. In this game artist is a mere statue to show off and push away when not needed. For me art world and doing art are two separate things. My art is in the world hoping world will be world of art where creating is a human right not luxury.

“It doesn’t much matter what line of argument you take as a woman. If you venture into traditional male territory, the abuse comes anyway. It’s not what you say that prompts it—it’s the fact that you are saying it.” http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2014/09/01/troll-slayer utm_source=tny&utm_campaign=generalsocial&utm_medium=twitter&mbid=social_twitter

fell down from 34th floor

“The following day, she was found dead on the roof of the delicatessen, 33 floors below an open window of their apartment, her body having hit the surface so hard that her head left an imprint. Even her death echoed her art.”
 
Faith of a woman, destiny of hers is to be immortalized as beautiful statuette, a silhouette with dimension of mystery, timelessness, body, hair and skin. Placed not taking place nor position other than what is given to her only in terms of her outer qualities and where she comes from. Who is she and will she know herself? It can be tragic to be a woman especially if one is alone. It is a game we must play. 

 

Posing to sell, to empower. Portraying women – as they are, as they should be or as they are wanted to be?

To pose is the thing of the moment as is medium of the photograph. We take a lot of photographs these days. We want to be seen and we have every right to show off, show our faces and bodies, be here and there tell that we are doing this and that and are of some opinion. We are filling a space, a void of something with something and we have too wait and see what becomes of all that material produced. Material for others to see, material which creates an identity in the net. To make something out of it all phenomenons and success stories, awareness or distractions, jokes and rants. Picture is a power element which can be manipulated to tell a story which may be false, hurtful, manipulative, abusive, brainwashing or brighten the day like a puppy. It spreads fast, is simple and quick way to absorb and give information. 
Now what comes to picturing women, which is a constant topic, images objectifying people get the most positive and negative feedback. Objectification of females as sexually ready and willing is big business and what comes to rights of women is the very issue of feminists to talk about, and not only feminists. Women who enjoy objectifying themselves defend their work as empowering to women and themselves. It is true body is powerful and sex is a tool. Sexuality as a product and playing with it is the you-cannot-have-it-but-you-can-watch it-game. Which makes me wonder who will be had if not that dream girl in the poster and in the ad? Desire stays creating ideals to become companions and girlfriends. Making us search for a perfect woman. The very problem with objectifying is what kind of reality it makes. We are quite vulnerable to images. We like to believe them, get affected by them, imitate and own them. More so when we see thousands of images daily. Products, ideas of how to live. Images are silent preaching and teaching of way of life. Do we even stop to think what kind of images we see and do we have choice over them how we see them and when we see them? Ads pop out without me wanting to see them on my screen. They are compulsory elements which hardly can be avoided. It is as reality was an object in which I am placed to play with other objects. And I am an object. Where is the freedom in that kind of a survival game?
I think they who make entertainment have run out of ideas long ago. Why change a working formula.
Women in the entertainment business say they are in control of their image. Control is an important term what comes to manipulation and selling something. Image competition in entertainment is a compulsory part of the play. Who takes off most, who dares most. If daring is considered taking clothes off, what is the so called freedom there? Who is in control if pop star does not have much on and she says she is in control as a mantra? Do you believe her? Do we believe her? Freedom here is the money which posing brings. Still it is good that Beyoncé has taken most of her clothes off to empower women and a strong stand for feminism in entertainment industry and is a feminist pop/r&b rolemodel. Maybe the word feminism will lose its unattractive and ugly reputation as difficult men hating ideology. And maybe the public will understand how important feminism has been and continues to be, with respect. Will it bring respect to women?

http://theweek.com/article/index/264932/for-women-on-the-internet-it-doesnt-get-better?utm_source=links&utm_medium=website&utm_campaign=twitter
And I believe it. Between 4Chan, Men’s Rights Activist groups, the Reddit Red Pill community,pick-up artist (PUA) groups, and anti-PUA groups like the one that Elliot Rodger clung to so dearly, the internet has allowed men to band together more efficiently than ever before to threaten and antagonize women. Every woman with an online presence has a story to share about unwanted contact, sexual harassment, and predatory behavior.”