When I got off the Q train in Union Square on Saturday I wasn’t surprised that there was a protest. Typically there are mass amounts of people with signs or the largest pillow fight known to man so I casually continued on my way to dance. I was puzzled by the text on the signs and the clothing choices. Coming at me was a twenty year old with her breasts overflowing from her corset covered in red lipstick that read “consent is sexy.” The crowd was chanting “NYPD rape is a felony.” Everything slowly came together. I had entered the slut walk 2011.
This walk takes place because Constable Michael Sanguinetti, a Toronto Police officer suggested that to remain safe, “women should avoid dressing like sluts." Post Secret had been showing a lot of rape and consent related secrets.
Though I pushed through in order to get to class on time I spent time researching the event on the web. The large group effort and approach was breathtaking.
Typically when one thinks of a self-portrait they imagine their face on a canvas, yes medium may vary but I am going to venture and say that few imagine their face as the canvas. Why is it that such a childhood pleasure is forgotten?
I recently had my face painted and it was such an inspiration. It was clean fun, though it did end up smudged. I did not paint my own face however the recent introduction to face paint seemed quiet timely as we are focusing on self-portraits. Using my actual face, quiet a literal approach, as a backdrop paired with my art would be a true self-portrait.
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