On the underrepresentation of women artists in New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art
I never really found myself as part of a feminist conversation until I started La Vie en Orange.
The more I talked to lovely ladies about their undies, the more I realized how much power and responsibility I had both as a female business owner and especially selling something so intimate. I could send messages about submission and sex-objects or I could send messages that felt healthier, more empowered, and empowering.
I choose the latter.
This week Zac and I found ourselves at the Elles exhibit visiting the Seattle Art Museum from the Centre Pompidou, the modern art museum in Paris.
It is a ground breaking show (though it shouldn't be): the Pompidou removed male artists from their galleries and only showed its female artists
Ever seen an art history book? It's full of men. The Pompidou's move: badass.
In its only North American stop, the Seattle Art Museum hosted part of that show (and it was courageous of them to do so, but again shouldn't have been) and concurrently showed only works by female artists in its modern art galleries.
It's hard to put into words the energy I felt. It bounced off the walls. I felt as though I was in communitywith the women who had bared their souls through their work.
The Blue Room (La chambre bleue), 1923, Suzanne Valadon (French, 1865-1938), oil on canvas, 35.4 x 45.7 inches, Centre Georges Pompidou, Musée national d’art moderne, Paris.
It all just gave me more to think about. Especially now that I've started to self-identify as an artist (It's scary. I never felt comfortable calling myself that before I was regularly drawing very important things to be screen-printed on underwear:)).
Inspiration found me, and I hope these at least make you smile or muse and at the very least know that I'm sending warm fuzzies your way.
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