Read it and Weep

I'm writing this paper on this feminist artist I had to see speak last week. It's hands down the funniest paper I've ever written. I have to rewrite it, but here's the closing of my rough draft as of right now:

I do not say that Helen Klebesadel is a load of shit because she is a woman. Actually some of her quilt paintings are quite lovely. I say she is a load of shit because of the egocentricity in which she approaches her work. Much like Modernist painting anything that is that focused on itself (like women’s studies) is bound to cave in on itself. If all a painting can express is what happened as a liberal rewriting of stories (“Medusa Remembered”) or a bowing to one’s own vision of self (“Crows are like feminists sitting high saying what no one wants to hear”-Klebesadel) then after patting yourself on your back and being applauded by your contemporaries, you will not have very much of worth left. I am sure that this is the unenlightened view of Helen Klebesadel, and that I have come away the one looking ignorant, and this I will not attempt to refute. However, I must say that if the work of Helen Klebesadel is to represent the work of all Feminist Artists, or Female Artists, as it seems she intends for the last century, then I am no longer interested in becoming a part of that group. Klebesadel said she was most concerned with “tell[ing] her truth” through her art. I guess her truth involves a lot of geisha masks and Melissa Ethridge songs.


hahahaha man i haven't written a paper in so long and I'm so tempted to turn this in. my teacher is so Frasier Crane in female form, and she would totally hate me forever, so I guess I shouldn't. But you know I probably will with a few minor changes.

my teeth hurt. and my ear aches.

happy valentines day. hahahahah.