Let me explain—about the blood. Yes, it’s real. Yes, it’s mine. It’s gross, but not really that gross, because half the population is accustomed to it. Mensuration doesn’t scare us, it’s an annoyance at best. As uncomfortable or unusual as this artistic medium is, it’s integral to this body of work. It’s an incredibly normal aspect of life that’s often unacknowledged, misunderstood, or shamed because it doesn’t fit within the comfortable norms of our patriarchal society.
Some viewers assume the use of blood is intended only for provocative shock value, and dismiss my work because “other women have done that before, you know?” (My mental response is usually, “And, other artists have painted with acrylics as well, you know?” That doesn’t diminish the meaning of my work.)
Anyone who knows me personally, or is familiar with my usual art (intuitive painting & visual journaling) will know I’m not someone who enjoys conflict or drama. I’m not an artist who generally makes work with the intention of making viewers upset. Therefore, any shock value, anger or disgust by my chosen medium for this series is a possible side effect rather than the intention of the work.
All that is to say, my relationship with blood is complicated.