Squeezed in, what is a woman, every offence and stereotype, in ten minutes.

acrylic, 2025

Well, might as well go full abstract. To offer anything new to this topic is truly a challenge. Flesh, fat, clothes, face, figure, colors, maybe the problem is the force of stereotypes and how we recognize a woman, because we do. It is the search for beauty and think what is thought of ugliness, it is all looks and what she thinks she should be.

Oh no, correction, she thinks what others think she should be, usually. There are very strict rules for women, their looks and behavior. How to be a woman maybe the right question.

Men’s fears towards femininity that breathes outside regulated cocooned womanhood. What is a woman?/Painting women online.

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 as 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, maybe that is what she likes, because she has to be pure and clean to be liked. She does not leave her clothes on the floor to stay there for weeks, but just for a moment, she is not that disturbed.. It is a moment of absent-mindedness, carelessness and something of herself she likes to examine, her relationship to all. It is that she does not behave like she should behave well-mannered especially when she is alone. There are windows, anybody can see in. She malfunctions and is dislocated in places like armchairs, in places that are sterile, quiet and in perfect order and under control that nothing breathes there, like finding perfection in death, which demonstrates a moment by oneself thinking.

Demand for sterile body is against life’s natural flow, decay and against nature in her, her dirtiness, her will and her femininity that smells. 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 being wrong not being like a norm of the civilised. Do you lack something when you do that or is it just power you like over her? 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. 

Men’s fears towards femininity that breathes outside regulated cocooned womanhood. What is a woman?

acrylic on canvas, 2019

Buddha/B-side/Who is female?/Cunt is currency.

B-side

Why is your body moving? Try to be less aggressive.
How am I aggressive? To deal with aggression or should one? Or Is physical violence the limit?

To make one feel like a woman, a natural woman: what kind of a woman is that?
Is that what is needed in need?
And who needs this natural woman?

Demands her and what you prefer her feeling like? What is it to feel like a woman? Girls walking at malls waiting to be found. Girls walking in circles at airports wanting to be found. I need to be found.

My cunt is currency. I am not a human being.
I am an object.. I need to be found. My cunt is currency. I am not a human being. I am an object. I have no other feelings than those that are programmed. Then there is the endless passion for bringing you pleasure, if that is a feeling. I don’t think much of myself or for myself. I know it is not allowed for me.

I think things that are only given for me to think as I am told, I do as I am told, as I will never do against your wishes and against what is suitable for me to do and say. I stand and sit when you tell me and state my admiration to you which nothing can extinguish.

crazy love the fragrance. Compassion is what I should fell, But I do not. Problem is how the issue of gender is discussed and what is it about? Gender that is devalued and problematic. When the whole idea of gender is bullshit, you feel like a natural woman, question mark.

Without her she gets made, a kind of other, malformation of sex. She needs persona and identity of her own. What does she make of herself, of this lot? Out of these forms of hers. She must build herself.

Character of mist that makes you feel cold inside. Her reputation precedes her, irregular person, despicable.  She is what you heard, you think. What you made of her in your mind via your and other people’s speech. Isn’t she. Talk works like clay. Story of her could be continued in this way unless she would not act for her defense. Get that clay into her own hands. She needs herself to oppose, resist and defend herself. Nobody else does it. Nobody else is interested in her life. Her life what it really is, what she really is like and able to do. Her reality is not interesting to anybody but herself, she lives it, not you and makes it interesting. She makes her life even there is discouragement, contempt, laughter, ill talk, threat, there is so little faith in her that it is unbelievable and unbearable. To accept passively what goes on and on, because others accept it, it suits them and they say there is nothing one can do, for her it is not an option. That is her exceptional quality, active resistance, energy of hers.

Evaluations, descriptions, adjectives, measurements and comparisons, faults, flaws, drawbacks. Qualities we need. Qualities we have made us and what are they worth, how do qualities change. We imagine, make, consume and refine ourselves.

She is not right. Characteristics that is stated as a fact without further evidence than hearsay. Demonizing her to people who listen. Who asked about her. Without her she gets made. As if she died. Character of mist that makes you feel cold inside. Is this the same world we inhabit? You speak of me, but you do not confront me nor speak to me. How little respect there is, how little trust. She is what you heard as a fact. To think otherwise would be unthinkable. Thinkable pleasure, envious joy of dragging her down speaks mountains. She is not right.

She is not right. To kill is to entertain. It is to better yourself. To paint a picture of malicious woman is to draw a separating line. Pointing her out from above, from a distance, from acclaimed perfection, from accepted shameless perfection undeniable.

To know her is to say what she is. She is loud, she is noisy, she is quiet, she is broken, she is tense, she is irrational, she is shameless, she is lost, she is dead.

 

Men’s fears towards femininity that breathes outside regulated cocooned womanhood. What is a woman?

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 as 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 maybe that is what she likes because she has to be pure and clean to be liked. She does not leave her clothes on the floor to stay there for weeks but just for a moment, she is not that disturbed.. It is a moment of absent-mindedness, carelessness and something of herself she likes to examine, her relationship to all. It is that she does not behave like she should behave well-mannered especially when she is alone. There are windows, anybody can see in. She malfunctions and is dislocated in places like arms, in places that are sterile and in perfect order and under control that nothing breathes there, like finding perfection in death. Demand for sterile body is against life’s natural flow, decay and against nature in her, her dirtiness, her will and her femininity that smells. 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 being wrong not being like a norm of the civilised. Do you lack something when you do that or is it just power you like over her? 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. Shame of what did she do. Shame that is experienced because of her, for her and what she is.