RANT WARNING: Disassociating from your own body doesn’t always have to be the worst feeling ever when you stop giving a fuck. When I feel like I can’t make sense of my own body which is pretty much every day- I need to go to extreme lengths to feel comfortable and in control. The reality of being sexual has always been seen as a negative due to woman being on display and not in control of their own sexuality and constantly shamed for it. It’s never the sexual girl who’s bullied in movies it’s never the “slutty” girl who loves her body that’s portrayed as a human- instead she’s portrayed as the slutty bitchy vain girl who bullies some poor soul. Reality is completely different. I’ve always been shamed for liking myself by society. Dresses were too short when I was 12, and the male staff were uncomfortable. My friends at 12 already were shaming any girl who showed skin, the word slut was associated with what piece of cloth draped over your body. People pointed out that I didn’t wear bras in public, and it truly felt like everyone had a say in my body except myself. Since I was 11 I was told to not be proud of my body, to feel shame from society and to be modest because men demanded it. I’m fucking done. I don’t care if I’m in a respectable profession. What the actual fuck does my profession have to do with my clothes? People are constantly reminded that if we are sexual and happy about it we are less than. We are assumed to not be smart, to not be aware and being slutty becomes our primary label. I am officially done with that. I no longer wanna live in a world where my clothes dictate anything more than expression. I’m proud of my body, I’m proud of my art, and I’m proud that there is a movement of women reclaiming their own bodies that I’m sure as fuck going to be a part of.
The Ruining of your splendour
Oil and mixed media on birch plywood.
Much of my work echoes my concerns around self destruction/ environmental destruction.
However I always want the viewer to have the space to interpret their own feelings towards a work I create.
I am currently seeking inspiration within my own local area including using found objects and other found/ collected materials where I live.
They say a painting is never really finished, and it’s true. It’s always hard to know when to stop. -
However that’s the dialogue between the art and the artist/creator. Its usually a moment I seek to tell me the soul of the painting has arrived - that aaha moment.
Winter is coming and Rex is ready! Are you? 🌨🌨🌨 We will have some new releases this week. Exactly how many is yet to be determined. We will likely be hosting a sale as well, so keep an eye out for that! 😉
Tom felt his heart sink when he heard all that. He felt that his whole life could sink again like those days after the "accident", when he was so brokenhearted that he could only find consolation deep in the bottom of a whisky bottle. #Inktober#Inktober2018