Arabella's art and culture with a dash of gas
The final straw was when I tried to curate a group show at Artcore in downtown Los Angeles. It was to be me, Tara McPherson, Louie Metz, Staci Lande, and a few others. The woman who ran the gallery didn't want nudity. A downtown Los Angeles gallery, not wanting nudity? The board members tried to reason with her, but it was no use. This was on top of many other conditions she decided to set, like no satire and no sarcasm. That show didn't happen, obviously.
It must have been something I blocked out, or something I just got used to. Maybe I was just trying to be polite or assumed they were dumb so I just kept my mouth shut instead of getting nasty about it? "Your work is great! But you know what you should do..." is something I have heard from a ridiculous number of men with regard to my art-making practices and anything to do with my career. I guess I really did just get used to it. In fact, this was how they made conversation.
Arty Farty 