That is to say that I don’t feel female, but I don’t feel male either. I just feel like a body that is holding in the collection of my thoughts, just a vehicle for my brain. I have these moments where I’m driving or spacing out and staring at nothing and I get these realizations that I have female genitalia and that somehow completely defines who I am and what is expected of me.
I think the most disturbing part of this is driven through my art. Are female artists encouraged or expected to be different than male artists? Less conceptual or less involved constructurally? And when a woman is sucessful at breaking these sort of artistic gender stereotypes, she then gets so much more praise than if she were male. Is this a step in the right direction or is it setting us back as artists? I feel like the art world is typically a more forward thinking group of individuals, but sometimes I wonder how my own work, which I always think is just an expression of my brain, is affected by my uterus and vagina.
Ramblings. Sorry. Thoughts?