I have kept a diary since ever. I write, I sketch, I doodle, I do whatever it takes to express what I feel.
This page, will document some of my experiences as an artist. Well, as a woman artist. I bet not one male artist have had to put up with what I have had to.
As a woman everything is an advantage and a disadvantage. It doesn't matter. There will always be someone that will feel intimidated by us making that other person a monster of words and actions.
When I was in my late 30's, I took my work for a gallerist to look at it, and eventually to have an exhibit. He asked me to lay my work on the floor. I did as he suggested it. As we were looking at it, he was giving me advice, etc, all of the sudden he got closer to me, and asked me to kiss him. I did not say a word. My heart was pounding hard. I took my work calmly, and I left. Siome of my friends exhibited there. I know probably to some of them, he did not asked them to kiss him, because they were economically in a better position to mine at that time. Also I was going through a divorce. This person assumed many things about me. He thought he had the upper hand. Not with me. I know what silence means. I respect their silence. My voice and their voices is my work.
This year I was asked to participate in the photograpy exhibit at the Robotics festival by the director of the festival. However, as I learnt later on, that this festival is composed by middle organizers. When he found out that I was asked to participate, he asked me to send him my information. Then he told me to o meet him at 3 pm at the office of the organization. I waited for over an hour, and no call from him to apologize for his delay. He arrives with another person, sees the director of the festival, introduces his friend, and sat to chat with him. I was in shock. I was looking at this male rude behavior from the other office. I walked direclty to him, looked at him, cutting off the conversation, and told him by the way, you are really late. I am here since 3:00 pm. He apologizes, then asks me how my work would fit on this exhibit. I have just read his program, all male participants, and in my opinion, some of the works exhibited, were not robotics oriented.
I based my on going project, on gender and identiy Robots'eye vs mine. After I sent him my essay, he called me right away to tell me, that my work had nothing to do with it. In any case, this was another opportunity to see men's fragile ego exposed.