There was a red full moon the other night, which we assume was due to the fires in Australia .. Nevertheless, I felt lucky to be down the beach (with camera in hand) watching it rise out of the ocean .. And it got me wondering, what the hell happened to the menstrual artist/activist in me ??
Perhaps that part of me is still crushed under the outcry of "shock art" - not only from the general public but my damn college 'mentor' = the very same woman I quit working towards my diploma because she constantly tried to shoved in a fuqn square box!
Maybe I just lost interest when others started following suit - promoting the use of cups over tampons, creating ritual or painting with their blood, gathering and celebrating instead of hiding like it's an embarrassing secret taboo .. I mean the word is out now right?
Back then it was Vanessa Tiegs (aka spiralingmoon) and myself, exhibiting to a mix of
very positive and
very negative reviews .. Yes - always VERY - meaning extreme .. I'm talking responses like "she should be raped and killed" or "slit your wrists and paint with
that blood you freaky hippie bitch" - fuelled by people 'quoting' that I though "real women should drink their blood/didn't wash/loved the smell etc" = complete bullshit I would never say and OMG Eww!
Now-a-days it's common practise .. I even know men who paint with their girlfriends during their moontime, (one discovered advantage is that semen adds a gloss when dried - so does acrylic if that's what you're after) ..
But I haven't exhibited anything in years (menstrual or otherwise) .. And that's fine because my art has never been about recognition ..
These days I'm more likely to dry my moontime blood for rituals or amulets .. But I do miss the positive feedback, eg: Women telling me my paintings have got them talking to their daughters, or left them no longer feeling dirty when they bleed .. Yeah, that's what I miss, the knowledge that I made people THINK enough to open their minds ♥
( Blessed Be The Blood )