well i am obviously grumpy, sleep-deprived and mildly hocked up on nyquil but for now i want to get down some of my thoughts about this. what’s really rubbing me the wrong way about everyone suckling at abramovic’s teat is that yes she has dubbed herself the “grandmother of performance art” but doesn’t she only have the luxury of turning literally every aspect of her life into art because people respect her as a white woman?
like, what about all the poc who do performance art but are marketed as “ethnic” art because it’s not palatable to a white audience?
also i’m really wondering what kind of people can foster their inner artists so intrinsically with their personal lives. as marginalized people, we are devalued every moment and our identities are fractured in a way that wouldn’t make weaving our art into it as natural. sure, we haven’t seen any poc come out and say “oh em gee you guys my bf and i are breaking up and to make it a big thing we are going to say goodbye to each other in CHINA and then never see each other again except at another later date by surprise for art and press” but that’s because we were raised to think that no one would give a fuck about us.
this is layered and i am salty as fuck because i too, am a performance artist. i’m a music student, studying music from my own fucking culture but i’m labeled as an ETHNOMUSICOLOGIST cause i’m not white. i’m so fucking sick of the unbearable whiteness of “art.”
the unbearable whiteness of “art.”
seriously.
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marina abramovic feelings
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