Activist Art: Get It Out of Me
Completed May 2011.
8"x10"; pen&ink on watercolor paper.
You know that incredibly loathsome phrase, "Inside every fat person is a thin person struggling to get out?"
Well, it's kind of true. Except the thin person is not the perfectly healthy, sexy ideal person our culture would like you to believe. No, the thin person inside us is artificially starved, surgically reproportioned, plastic sculpted to make us perfectly pretty, empty-headed dolls.
The thin person inside us is Barbie.
GET IT OUT OF ME.
This is the representation of the voice in our ear whispering that we are worthless, ugly freaks if we don't spend every spare moment exercising and every meal eating salad.
This is the urge to read the fashion magazines that leave us feeling shamed and fat and poor.
This is every cringe when we look in the mirror in the morning and see nothing but flaws.
This is the Disney princess and the Playboy centerfold and the meanest, prettiest cheerleader in the school.
This is the plastic mantra that we can't unhear, repeating incessantly that we are only valued by our appearance, and by whether men want to fuck us.
And it's inside me, permeating my being, poisoning my mind in ways I don't even realize because it's always been there.
GET IT OUT OF ME.
Read my blog post about this piece.
Original is for sale. Contact the artist for more information.
8"x10"; pen&ink on watercolor paper.
You know that incredibly loathsome phrase, "Inside every fat person is a thin person struggling to get out?"
Well, it's kind of true. Except the thin person is not the perfectly healthy, sexy ideal person our culture would like you to believe. No, the thin person inside us is artificially starved, surgically reproportioned, plastic sculpted to make us perfectly pretty, empty-headed dolls.
The thin person inside us is Barbie.
GET IT OUT OF ME.
This is the representation of the voice in our ear whispering that we are worthless, ugly freaks if we don't spend every spare moment exercising and every meal eating salad.
This is the urge to read the fashion magazines that leave us feeling shamed and fat and poor.
This is every cringe when we look in the mirror in the morning and see nothing but flaws.
This is the Disney princess and the Playboy centerfold and the meanest, prettiest cheerleader in the school.
This is the plastic mantra that we can't unhear, repeating incessantly that we are only valued by our appearance, and by whether men want to fuck us.
And it's inside me, permeating my being, poisoning my mind in ways I don't even realize because it's always been there.
GET IT OUT OF ME.
Read my blog post about this piece.
Original is for sale. Contact the artist for more information.