Last night and today I’ve been creating an analog catalog (alliteration!) of my work to date in response to a suggestion that I keep a journal of uncensored notes on each piece as I do them. So of course, like a perfectionist, I felt I had to start from the beginning and get all of them. I’m sure I missed some, but I used the pictures on my phone to try to catch them all, cutting and pasting them into a Moleskine book. I love cutting and pasting! My kindergarten skills are fierce.
I put it back up on my social media. I did it like this:
I also like this one, but didn’t post it.
This series uses a full-figured white middle-aged woman as a paper doll to explore the reception of the appeal of such a woman in late 20th century American culture and the Goddess archetype.
I grew up entrenched in “thin/young is beautiful” socialization and am now curious about the disconnect between who I was, what body type and age I learned were “acceptable,” and my own current body.
I’d put these images up on my social media, but this morning I took them down as they weren’t getting much of a response and I am not confident enough to keep them up there. I guess they were too personal and despite my pleasure in them, apathetic response was a little too painful. Yes yes, all my art needs to be just for me. I know. There’s a dopamine hit from people’s “likes.” And I’m an affirmation junkie. But this site is for me (and you, dear viewers, though I know there are precious few of you), and so we shall gently hold them here.
They are:
Woman Marketed (the one with the mannequin)
Woman Ignored (yoga pants!)
Woman Unveiled (unadorned)
Woman Revealed (the unseen)
