as a chick who recently received a promotion in an office, I constantly get shit on by grown men who eat their boogers and can’t wipe properly, despite being able to do mental gymnastics around them while they pop a squat.
I’m in a constant state of femininity, wherein femininity means PINK, PASTELS, HAPPY, BOOBS, DRESS, HEELS, MAKEUP, YOU HAVE A CUNT SO CLEAN FOR ME.
The only power I’m allowed to have (so far in my newly budding role) is that of a cute mom, or a cute data girl—everything relies on my ability to be neon pink and adorable so I have to be the sweetest damned cupcake in the world until I find a way to shoot razors out of my mouth that always hit the jugular.
I am learning to take the shit, handle the boogers, and brandish my own Big White Staff. But its fucking taking a while. And while I sit here trying to explain immense and agonizing problems with pigments on canvas in my off-time (which pays me nothing so why the fuck am I trying to educate people?), I am constantly reminded about the hierarchy of popularity, image and artifice, gender roles, and the hypocrisy of the world both online and offline, art and otherwise.
So I’m done taking it in the ass about these issues, least of all from teh intranetz.
This is a piece about femininity. Its called promotion, all lower-case. I made it using Dali’s paranoiac-critical method of working, neon acrylics, pastel gouaches, and nail polish. It glitters like a cheap whore.
I’ve always worked in this way. I am not changing. Some of you aren’t listening or don’t get it, so I will scream louder each time until you fucking get it and I’m hoarse in the throat.
I can't get over the comment! I was already a big fan of this piece, but somehow knowing it is in part a reaction against office politics/hierarchy/patriarchy makes is even more engaging. I enjoyed the comment so much I've had to read it over a few times. I'm featuring this piece in a journal about "sensational non-representational art". Should be up tomorrow. Hope you don't mind I include it and quote a couple choice snippets from your comments.
Great! Your artistic expression, innovation, and the social consciousness that fuels it, are far more valuable in the world than "being the sweetest cupcake in the world" could ever be (especially because being THAT would just substantiate some of what's already wrong with the world).
The nail polish colors are amazing, by the way; I've been thinking about using the stuff as a marker substitute but never had the guts (or the floor space) to do it.
I think the nailpolish is only good for interference colors or things you need to be neon. otherwise its really tacky and the fumes get to you even with open windows
The nail polish colors are amazing, by the way; I've been thinking about using the stuff as a marker substitute but never had the guts (or the floor space) to do it.
I think the nailpolish is only good for interference colors or things you need to be neon. otherwise its really tacky and the fumes get to you even with open windows