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| Table, Chair, Hatstand (1969) Allen Jones. |
'Ello 'Ello, little lassie Steph here. I don't know why I'm going with the British lingo but anyway I'm back with my feminist series even though it's been close to a year (wow) since I dropped the first one. This series was supposed to focus solely on feminist artists but in my course of looking into artists that I really like or just random research or actually just interacting with their work, I've become increasingly frustrated. It is vital that at this point you realise that these artists are male. While looking into some of my favourite male artists I make horrific discoveries, maybe horrific is a dramatic word but they do leave me with an immense feeling of disgust both at them and myself for liking their work extensively and still continuing to like it. It's only right that I call myself out. What horrifies me of course in relation to the topic at hand is the way they use women. The word "use" is very fitting here because it's exactly what they do, they use women like objects. Be it in their representation of them in their work or with how they interact with real-life women. So let me make more sense of what I'm saying with the some of the artists I'm talking about.




