ART OF SELFIE. 2015-2021
In art sex has got a big role, bigger than anyone likes to admit. Maybe in sex art also has a role. one can hope, maybe artsy angles and plots, not leaving anything to imagination though, no. Look deep into the holes and how big any body part is, otherwise we don’t see and seeing is believing. Sex the act and sex of anyone, sex the biggest issue we have, is also the mess, we can’t get enough of. Which has led me think, do they, art and the children of the revolution, understand feminism (leftism really already is a lost cause and far away from its original purpose) at all, or is it just something to grab and use as a shield to look and sound better? Well they can’t all be feminists. Freedom doesn’t mean you can do whatever or does it? Freedom in art somehow ends up being a mess or is it the tight control of artists and the system that is destroying something very essential? I have always hated being monitored and controlled. The need for controlling art and artists is there. Art the beacon for feminism and leftism today, what a laugh, feminism and leftism, the beacons for art, I wish. Hope you are getting paid. Why are these things on the surface only? Feminism the sellable object is thrown around like it was something handy and making the user absolutely a good person, better than most- sticker on you.
Beginner’s guide to feminism for people who don’t know anything about feminism might come useful and this seems to be the case today more and more. Clearly many people think it is fine to destroy in the name of feminism mostly women, their careers and bodies, and feminism itself, but to sexism nothing has happened and checking anybody out is normal behavior, part of the curve and curves who has them, I mean, what and who is interesting and how anyway? Nude images are to humiliate and not art? Could be. Be it one is humiliating oneself only, isn’t it part of doing art, you make yourself vulnerable and put yourself out there…Depending on the person’s intentions and who it is, is nude. Nipplegate awaits forever. We just want to take a look. The very very frightening female nipples pointing at you. People who have grown into culture infested with porn are the ones who humiliate the most? Who knew? And men group together just as always to watch and laugh. I don’t like to explain, but c’mon, you are not this daft? Must be biological as it is obvious and repetitious.
To understand the nude is tricky, maybe a deep dive into art history could open up the difference between men and women in art. Why still so slow, I wonder. You talk about change, but you do not change, but you do change, don’t you, you must know what, when and how? You do want change, don’t you? What is the change we are experiencing, could you answer, because it looks weird? I would like to hear an analysis. Not going downhill, are we? Become rich and famous? How art. Sure there is #metoo (did I write it correctly?), but is the impact in the headlines of who is the biggest crook and social media visibility being who got violated the worst? Actress got treated terribly while alone in a hotel room with this big shot who has been doing the same thing for decades (we just heard whispers about it) and they really do not learn anything, because the powerful don’t have to. Action of changing the industry of arts is far more difficult, because putting yourself on the line is extremely dangerous, but is it impossible and how afraid are these people? Sex is this big thing and female is the wrong sex, that is why she can have an impact since naked female body is causing shame, what this slut anyway and did what, I mean, dear Lord. Shaming women is very normal in very conservative communities, men can do whatever and they will and want. It is accepted, but feminism is interesting, isn’t it, or the feminist perspective in a work of art, oh and ah. You have a good camera. Yes, we support, as long as it remains on the surface and in talks. Heavy lifting can and will damage careers. But what can you do? Are you talking about abilities or options? Abilities of a woman possibly, because men can’t be feminists? Well, excluding women comes so easily, it is almost funny.
One can still be puzzled by, as the rituals and talks stay the same, the effort, what is the impact really, if there is any in this noise and aggression? Headlines of successes and what did J.K. Rowling say? Ending up changing nothing since for people in power sex is a way to use power. But maybe sex change (gender reassignment surgery) is a good idea, since being female means you get fucked and you get to look good, ultra feminine and being a slut is accepted? It is all about power and why power is important in art, is that it is the primitive, a primal desire and someone has to decide what: the need for power and sex is absolute and destroy and corrupt absolutely? What kind of power does female body have as her power has to be taken away and denied? Not minuscule obviously.
Media pays just as much attention to women’s looks as ever, it is how articles about women begin. Being bossy is cool? So, it is a compliment, you validate worth and capital and how women get ahead in life? It could be sexism has increased because of looks is massively important in the contemporary world, misogyny, a new word for many is accepted against those who think differently. It defines you and what you are able to do, how interesting you are and how you are interesting. Interest lies in everyday in fuckability and how power is used. I have been wondering the term fuckable ever since I heard it behind my back, literally over and over again and I am not looking. It has a flavor of easy to use, bragg about and forget just like any other thing that/who has a wrapping. So why talk about art, fucking is much more interesting like sports, over and over again, look at her ass. There is nothing much else she has (very possibly the source of my sadness). Why even be bothered by this, everyone uses sex to get something, right? But why in art and whoring is ok when you are an ultra feminine minority? So many wannabes and so few roles. I was hoping independent thinking and making of art would have progressed by now and become mainstream. One can hope and get disappointed sorely, like what happened to universities?
PS. When the head of an art institution got fired in Sweden for analysing fuckability of women, I felt like I’d like to see a porno opera. Naked people singing arias and fucking maybe for hours in bright lights audience sitting on wooden benches asses in agony without intermission drinking wine. It is time for drunk fornication, the time of fornication in public doing and enjoying art, because what else is there. Get another one and on and on. Porno opera would be so successful, tickets flying and prices getting affordable. No getting rich in porn. Checking abilities and stuff. Cameras!
Art of Selfie, obsessed with looks? The obsession fascinates me, not the images that much, also the mass of them, production. Images for instance on Instagram seem very alike are composition, content and how poseing is done. It’s almost funny how little there is to tell in the end. What are images supposed to tell as they are curated? What is the motive? What are we to think about and what kind of judgments to place based on what can be seen? The prettiest angle found, points of views there to not aging, especially eating and clothes, perspectives to humanity, being artificial still and the unending love for self?
For a woman expectations are pretty fixed and even little deviation is seen as weird and easily rejected, doubted, under suspicion. Suspicion is you fake it constantly and lie. That is one burden on women, we are not to be trusted. This is also among women who do follow rules of how to be a woman the right way, act like a woman, look like a woman, get things like a woman, recognizable. What are the feminine things, the more ultra-feminine femininity is created via makeup, pushup and moving like a woman, one wonders who qualifies and how to fit in, how to exploit all of these to be admired and make a buck, men entering the woman-sphere and all, one must think these things. Is it a competition like on TV? Reality? But you begin to look weird, when you stretch your face too much, do too much plastic surgery and picture yourself only, what is that? I think that is weird. In search of perfect? But to me the question, what is a woman, in this day and age, is still numbing. What kind of purpose does it serve and what is it meant to create instead?
How artist presents herself/himself in the business of art, is an interesting loaded mix of expectations burdened with stereotypes, desires and needs hungry for fame. Image manipulation, destruction of self or megalomaniac sense of self, selling of self, creation of a monster or a good-doer is art in itself: constant recreation and exploring the new, trying to have it all and be seen. What does politics got to do with art? Artists are very political nowadays and there is a right path and a wrong one, but all think art is on the left. How that happened? Who do I have to impress is people who pay attention to appearances, if I am interested in impressing such people.. Who is I wonder?
Image manipulation by gadgets gives us options to enhance self-image, look sellable, be the artwork and maybe interesting or just to fit in, be accepted. Usually it is good for to look successful or smell like money and celebrity with future. Scandal is a good way to make news and it can be art as everything when said so. Celebrity culture as pop culture suck Fine Art in as the art is an investment, nice attachment to your persona and interior, an organism which is you, fitting in the ecosystem to look the look and being an interesting artist is heavily sought after status. What happens to quality of art and the thought of art in this process of manufacturing artists through yellow page media, visibility in social media, selling NFTs as art? Is all just digital mush or have a profound cultural importance, importance of quick transactions and constant newness, as faces get boring too? Do we get depth and innovation or glam surfaces, lack of technical skills or just technical skills, lack of insight and hyped nonsense, fast art, which is only over-priced bulk, jpegs? Bubbles to burst, numbers.
Success is measured in money also in art, is the grander the better, how much a name costs? It is what interests media, how much anything sells and what anything looks like, fit the mold, what is the mold? Looks like an hourglass. If bulk sells, it doesn’t really matter, what we call it, because sales is good? How long that lasts? In art also matters who sees it and why and where. It is almost an artform itself, sales of art and the artist as a person. For women appearance is a significant issue to think about when and always you will come by people who check you out, which is why I constantly ponder the issue of looks, it is so big a thing that I can’t really comprehend the magnitude nor significance of appearance in art, but it is the dandy, bohemian, rocker, dangerous in some way, floppy and fun representing the fast life, fleeting existence and creativity, the buzzword. How and what appearance tells what kind of art anyone makes and can it be seen on the artist herself/himself? I have been told this is the case. We are very visually curious, we are built to be. So it is biological too, of course, and meant to raise interest. Women do have harder time convincing credibility and ability, stamina even more so if you think different from the accepted narrative people in art like keeping alive. Appearances matter to this degree, keeping it quiet is easier and more profitable.
Looks has significant meaning as sex does in art, very poignant if wanted so and thrown at you. Many artists exploit this scare of looking extreme, enjoy the stir and being noticed. How do artists get noticed other than naked, by whom and what are the things that interest? They (the establishment) say, they want radical art to align with the assumed leftist-feminist leanings of theirs and the assumed in Fine Art is the facade. Do you really believe in the radical in Fine Art, really? I don’t. Radical challenges too much, for instance lofty positions and the assumptions you stand on are somewhat thin, so you may find yourselves in a weird place, out with the unknown and the unexpected which for curators must be hell. In music it is more celebrated than in Fine Art to do and look totally punk for instance. What’s punk behavior? Fine Art still remains slow and is going more and more conservative, reserved and narrow-minded in the meaning of what is accepted style-wise and experimentally etc. if experimentation is allowed at all. Trends matter. Social justice is a trend. Everything getting more expensive has its toll, everything is measured in money and ruled by the thought of what can be made in the future with the asset. Self-interest is very visible. Is that the spirit of art? And what are they scared of the most is being left outside out of work without security of the system. Outside of what, outside of art sounds like against art or art not found? The grace of celebrity in the white cube is art, it is the tactics of institutions to follow the money and the camera and is art itself? Oh dear, art doesn’t exist anywhere else and especially, if it isn’t noticed by the right people. Art is more like be chic in a magazine simulating punk but don’t step over the lines. Such is the impact of managerial class, the business world, social media and bureaucracy, which flourish in Fine Art. I assume the boxing of artists into wanted and unwanted is more clear process today.
Obscurity, the unknown, the class issue and in which city are you, comes handily visible and it is almost difficult to define with any other words than waiting for the counterculture to emerge like when the fuck and where is it. We need the location and who done it. People who say they love art like to use power in art. Do you love money more? What comes to style and looks, thinking of what is the so-called art of presenting oneself and how does the art made sync with the portrayal and creating of the image of an artist, must it and what is quality in all of this in the end, because it seems just frames and highly designed locations to match? Isn’t it again bulk and template? Easy to manufacture like an artist off the shelf with a name to collect? They do check you from head to toe because the artist is always a liability not the other way round. The element of the unknown has been the essence of Fine Art, discovery not the theater around the object. Do you want to feel secure and see art that fits the narrative of success and how it is defined today through financial winnings in the capitals of the art world? One question is the age of an artist, which all in all is fast: what do we think about aging artists and is art a game for the young and emerging like in a factory? Age is emphasized, youth and for women it always is a question. Or do you see much images of old people in art? Maybe the older women get a better chance, since youth for women is the time for not being taken seriously, but the time when women are enjoyed. Who takes this scene seriously, I wonder? When money is serious, always.
This happens to women more and more, evaluation by appearance and aging. Evaluation based on looks and finances somehow resonate with the ability to do art, think and renew oneself as an artist, am I wrong? Womanly art, womanly colors? How credibility is seen differs for men and women as men do bond naturally together, women can be seen as futile competition, but competition nevertheless. Do your thing honey, if you dare. What, to break anything? Competition of course is harsh. How many times can they say, you can’t? When there is silence, it is a sign of realizing to say anything else is impossible and so hard. How sad. I gather you do not have much to say to begin with, so I am better off.
Stereotypical image and lure in art is the muse and hero, light look on life and its pleasures and women are there for pleasure, to be looked at and made into art or used and discarded, also very lightly. How well women fit into the man-centred world and the thought, what is an artist, who is an artist essentially? The class issue is very much there as well. Many women have pictured themselves in their art as art (how are you art again?), fashion being part of their work, women’s work, which should also be asked what is women’s work as woman is not known anymore (woman is the unknown?), duties and the lot of women, so very often doing the work, which goes unnoticed but is vital for all society. She, the female artist and any woman, processes the female experience in the world, continuously. It is that heavy, also repetitious, recognizable, slowly changing with society. What is that change, who is the vulnerable again? Weak men online shouting they are women? The humiliation and doubting of her, how she is treated can be seen in her work. But yet, how important it is to make a difference between male and female artists anymore? Difference is because women are menstruators and cervix-havers? Men are penis-holders, shoulders, beard-havers, muscular door-openers? Nowadays even feminism serves men, the difference is there and it comes to play continuously organically and via organs we have. We carry organs and assume, even though it is rude towards the minorities. What kind of weight is given to the female voices, organs and what are women allowed to say and do they (the establishment) even see a problem? Flying around the globe to see art at art fairs and provide art to biennales is not knowing that flying is part of the problem contributing to climate change. The countering and questioning female voices remain silenced. There is a familiar ring to it. You do acknowledge sexism, harassment, silencing and misogyny in art? I do acknowledge there are people who really do not see themselves despite how much there are selfies. Do you even recognize what is what, when you don’t know what a woman is? How can we trust such people in places of power? What are you going to do about the stagnant state of Fine Art that serves money and constant consumption? That is what feminism is for? Buying stuff and having the look of feminism? Museum not paying a living wage for cleaning ladies is a wonderful example of art crap.
To see the day when womanhood is questioned to the degree of lunacy, who is a woman. I think I feel it in my bones.
oil pastel on paper, 2016
It takes one click.
Get down on your fucking knees! The claim that the world is changing incredibly fast. What is the speed a bullet has? You won’t feel it once it hits your head. World of agony is too much to take. Don’t speak it out just hear the bang. That is what we do not tolerate truth about ourselves. Our deeds, our need to enslave, to humiliate, things we do not take if they are not for granted. Preserving prejudice and privilege as something innocent playing as contrast to our cruelty as a value to sell and be covered by. It is the truth we should like but we kill it, because it is not enough. We don’t get ahead fast enough honestly. It even sounds too little, too bold to be alive. The one who speaks the truth and is not believed because it is too much to take.
Get down on your fucking knees! This command is about power used, power liked and loved, power of ruining innocence of someone, ruining possibilities of someone for a life. This gun is an accusation and it is pointed at you. It is my emotional response for you questioning me, for you to obey me. It is my belief my religion my faith and reassuring my righteousness. Me holding my truth, my path in my hand: Get down on your fucking knees! Now! Bow your head, feel my weapon on you, how cold it is against your skin, against your fear, against your life. Where are you when you are there afraid, in the dirt, below me breathing. Me above you looking at you with anger, looking at you like you were nothing, not even a human. Me with possibility and desire of pulling the trigger, click. It takes one click.
Maailman sosiaalitoimistona pieneltä maalta loppuvat rahat hyvin äkkiä. Meillä tuntuu olevan kovasti velvollisuuksia muita kuin itseämme kohtaan. Sitä on hyvin vaikea seurata sivusta, tai vaikea ja vaikea, mitä muutakaan sitä voi tehdä, kuin seurata sivusta ja jupista. Tänne tullaan vaatimaan ihmisoikeuksia, siis meiltä ja jos ei muuten irtoa, niin väkivalloin saatana. Voi toki olla helpotus, kun pääsee tänne rauhalliseen tylsään maahan, eikä tarvitse kärsiä sotaisasta uskosta ja uskonnollisesta vihasta ja mikä parasta, täällä voi opiskella ammatin ja saada töitä jopa naisena. Islamin kritisointia sanotaan islamofobiaksi eli se on uskonto, jota ei saa kritisoida, vaikka kritiikin aihetta riittää. Täytyy muistuttaa, ettei yksikään muslimimaa ole demokratia eikä islam ole vähemmistöuskonto maailman mittakaavassa. Olen itse jyrkästi Euroopan islamisointia vastaan. Sillä on tarve tuhota, ei luoda uutta ja olen hyvin huvittunut, kuinka massiivisen tuen länsimainen ihmisoikeustaistelija on antamaan islamille, mutta nykyään on niin paljon asioita, joita ei normijärjellä enää selitetä. Totuuden jälkeinen aikamme, alkoiko se sitten Trumpista todella? Uskonnon kritisointi ja rasismi ovat periaatteessa eri asioita, mutta nykyään samaa fobiaa ja rasismi pahinta, mitä länsimainen voi sortua tekemään. Trumpin oikea oivallus oli, että on keskityttävä oman maan asioiden hoitoon ja saatava oma maa kukoistamaan. Meillä on yhä suurempia vaikeuksia tässä nimenomaisessa asiassa. Ongelmat kun ovat toisaalla ja ne meidän on ratkaistava. Onko se vapauden ja oikeudenmukaisuuden levittämistä länsimaiseen tapaan? Ei ole kovin onnistunut projekti. Kehitysavullekin olisi hyvä saada vastinetta, onhan sitä tehty monta vuosikymmentä. Vastikkeellisuus on meille ihan normijuttu, mutta kehitysmailta ei vaadita kehitystä kovinkaan hanakasti, ilmeisesti mahdoton tehtävä. On kuitenkin keskityttävä pitämään köyhimmät ruuassa, puhtaassa vedessä ja katto pään päällä, mutta eihän se vielä riitä mihinkään. Onhan kaunista, kun vielä paikalliset voivat itse kuvata itsensä vähemmän tai kauniimmin kärsivinä, ettei täällä tarvitsisi katsoa kurjuuspornoa, voi kehitysavun lopettaa kokonaan (kiitos Yle). Kun valkoinen auttaja ja kuvaaja ovat liikaa, on edistytty jo niin paljon, että oma-aloitteisuutta löytyy oman kurjuutensa ja rahattomuutensa kuvaamiseen paremmassa valossa…hyvä niin. Valoa on siis näkyvissä ja kurjuus näyttää kuvassa edelleen tosi ikävältä, ehkä filtterin voisi vaihtaa tai pidempi objektiivi tuo uskottavuutta nimenomaan.
Impenetrable secret, what a lie.
Please remain seated, please remain silent. Please button up the black dress, respectable quiet nod. Requested in my emotional every moment, so little is revealed. I cannot. His face of answers and accusations, warnings between every hair of his dark beard. Destroy the evidence in the past. Broke a barrier I thought had dissolved itself. Lightly given generally optimistic bulletin. His echo repeated the same. His absolute cannot be disturbed. The effort of rising a demanding bank has worn me out and I am not half way the pile of corpses. The ones who really do not speak are those who are alive.
Shutting down, shutting up, shutting off, shutting in, shutting closing.
Indecent openness must be heard,
A threat to reveal us all, the root of ours. So, it does not exist as we do not say it?
Disbelief towards such fate. Unapproved, unsolved, unwanted, cannot be done. I refuse.
Tired of confronting thrown dirty cloths of yours. Tired of cleaning man-made deserts. I need you to have to face and own completely and entirely what you make.
Sky of sky, sky of light, sky of space, pressuring cold, sky without breath, sky of layers that we invade, our particles of what is that. I want to say emptiness, but it is anything but. They are full clouds until they collide, the contradictions entwined in black night coming down. Blackest and lilac space, part of it open but I am thankful for this lack of artificial light. Circling sensations of being small insignificant, breathing when I would like to hold my breath. Tired of this work. Not seeing anything but that above, anything worth seeing, anything worth sensing.
November 22nd, 2013
Oh, there is so much I don’t know. Tame landscape making all places alike.
Disposition, Infinitude and a day
speculations on eternity and nothing
a frozen girl at one corner of a busy street. There is never enough one can do.
My heart was as if someone was pounding the front door. I checked.
There was no one there but a bloody dog.