The title of the work is identical to a series of photographs by Huseyin shot in Odessa, showing curtains blowing in the wind. These images inspired an installation of hardened lace curtains, frozen in time and space. The work refers to the gesture of opening the windows to set free the soul of the deceased, as well as the idea of a spirit present in a room, mysteriously lifting the curtains to reveal its presence.
Gabriel Lester,Melancholia in Arcadia (2011)
All rights are reserved. Photography by Peter Cox.
Rabo Art Collection
One of these guys doesn’t belong wit the others and that man is gandhi
i tried to leave a note re: some cardboard things at work, but then i reread it and was like “wow. chillax, jenny holzer.”
every woman in the world has experienced oppression from men. patriarchy is varying in degrees of subtlety and magnitude, and it works in tandem with capitalism and white supremacy and other systems of oppression such that folks on more axes of oppression than i am feel it harder, but it’s always there for all women and it’s always the same thing acting. so yeah, i’ve had guys do shit to me. i’m not gonna list off all the ways that men have used their power to hurt me, because a) it feels really personal, b) nobody has time for a list that long, c) such a list would almost definitely be incomplete because of how subtle misogyny can be, and d) it’s honestly largely irrelevant to what i do and how i do it
my personal experiences honestly don’t inform my praxis very much; it’s what i read and what i hear from my female friends and women across the world. if i lived in a bubble, i might be able to believe that i am not oppressed as a woman, that the abuse and harassment i’ve faced as a woman was directed at me for some other reason than my gender; i’m really fortunate in that regard. but i can’t just pretend this shit doesn’t happen just because i’ve personally been placed above most of it by white supremacy and capitalism. but like i can’t rationalize not caring as strongly about oppression when i’m not the target of it, obviously, that’s fundamentally antithetical to my praxis
when you know patriarchy’s there, it gets easier to spot, and it’s everywhere. when i got more versed in this shit and more aware i started seeing the ways it colored all my experiences with me; every conversation and every sexual encounter and every interaction. when i knew what to look for, i realized that the men around me make it very clear that they feel entitled to my body and my labor and my time, that they view me as having less agency as they do, that they fundamentally believe that i am some kind of subcategory of human being. they don’t say it in so many words, of course, but it’s coded, and i guess i just learned to read their codes.
it’s not bad from all men, and not every time, but that looming power dynamic is always there as an undercurrent, at least. it’s like having a conversation with someone who has a gun in their hand; they may be being very calm and pleasant but how are you supposed to relax when you can’t forget how much power they have over you and how capable they are of enacting violence upon you?
that tension was enough to get me to duck out of interacting with men for the most part. the very few men i have in my life besides family are either very old friends who have proven themselves trustworthy, or they are works in progress who’ve proven themselves to be very promising or capable of change, and i’m constantly on guard against misogyny from them and feel safe calling them out on it. we’ll see if i ever feel comfortable enough with men to fuck one again, jury’s still out but leaning very strongly towards “no, never”
i would however honestly not call myself anti-male. if i toss around “i hate men” or whatever it’s out of frustration and because i know the statement carries no weight and no capability to hurt anyone, except maybe myself. i do believe men can be good. i believe there is a greater than zero probability that some men, somewhere, can treat me like a goddamn person, can have a relationship with me that resists the dynamic of domination and subordination that colors every relationship across gendered lines (and dehumanizes us both, to different degrees). i know andrea dworkin is problematic but she wrote about exactly this issue in a speech she gave at a men’s conference once:
"Have you ever wondered why we are not just in armed combat against you? It’s not because there’s a shortage of kitchen knives in this country. It is because we believe in your humanity, against all the evidence."
i have spent my entire life getting fucked over by men and watching other women get fucked over by men, and watching men fuck each other over by perpetuating a system of domination and exploitation, and so i try to keep away from men, for the most part, for my own safety. but i believe men are people, and i believe they’re not irredeemable.
I rendered Milo Manara’s Spider-Woman pose in 3D.