A Women’s Power

A while since we’ve had a painting, and althought this is no Alsatiaon Rampant, it has many, many worst features, including being leant up against a dolphin poster. Another from Jaidyn-Jaxxon. Apparently on the back is written “A Women’s Power”. The gap is supposed to evoke a nip right? I believe this is Cannington.

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48 Responses to A Women’s Power

  1. Natalia Fan #1 says:

    For once I’m lost for words. Where does one start?

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  2. Natalia Fan #1 says:

    Besides, your gap/nipple theory is flawed TLA; otherwise this “chick” would have nipples sticking out of most areas of her body.

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    • I’m not ruling that out.

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      • Natalia Fan #1 says:

        Pervert.

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        • Shreiking Wombat says:

          Your point being?

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          • Natalia Fan #1 says:

            Geez, you’re up nice and early SW. The point is that you’re a pervert too. I’m also offended that for better or for worst you have so far refused to comment on my monologue. Cunt.

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            • Shreiking Wombat says:

              If one examines the textual paradigm of reality, one is faced with a choice: either reject the semanticist paradigm of discourse or conclude that narrativity may be used to disempower the proletariat. In A Woman’s Power, Winton examines the textual paradigm of reality; in Whathefuck Arsehat, although, he analyses the semanticist paradigm of discourse. But Calabrese’s critique of subconstructive discourse holds that academe is meaningless.

              The subject is interpolated into a textual paradigm of reality that includes truth as a reality. However, NF#1 implies that the works of Lazy Aussie are an example of textual Marxism.

              Subconstructive discourse holds that sexual identity has intrinsic meaning. Therefore, the main theme of Munkipant’s essay on patriarchial materialism is the role of the observer as participant.

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              • Natalia Fan #1 says:

                What you haven’t considered SW is the meta-ethical question concerning the exact nature of ethics. Is ethics merely ethos, or yet another manner of feeling and being? The question is particularly sharpened by your invocation of sub-Marxist discursive structures. I worry that by operating, albeit nomadically, within such a hegemonic structure, the question of Being is somehow elided through recourse to atavistic, not to say metaphysical, explanations of not only “consciousness” but the very fabric of our being in the world.

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                • Shreiking Wombat says:

                  Yes, but if one examines the preconceptualist paradigm of discourse, one is faced with a choice: either reject cultural theory or conclude that class has intrinsic meaning. Derrida uses the term ‘posttextual libertarianism’ to denote a mythopoetical paradox.

                  “Sexuality is meaningless,” says Marx. But the main theme of Shazza’s analysis of Lyotardist narrative is the rubicon, and hence the collapse, of cultural class. Any number of narratives concerning expressionism may be revealed.

                  It could be said that the primary theme of the works of Tub Boy is the common ground between society and truth. Ronggly holds that we have to choose between the preconceptualist paradigm of discourse and dialectic discourse.

                  Thus, DFOC suggests the use of the subcapitalist paradigm of consensus to read society. An abundance of sublimations concerning the role of the poet as participant exist.

                  It could be said that expressionism states that the significance of the writer is significant form, given that the premise of cultural neostructuralist theory is valid. The subject is interpolated into a preconceptualist paradigm of discourse that includes art as a reality.

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              • hovean says:

                As in getting a handful while getting an eyeful?

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    • Jaidyn-Jaxxon says:

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  3. Natalia Fan #1 says:

    “Um, yeah – great painting. Aren’t you worried though about the male gaze? It’s everywhere. Almost porn, that is. Darcy was the model? Great chick, even if her politics suck. Shouldn’t be a woman inside a symbol of womanhood, though. More like one of us breaking outside the circle. Fuck boundaries, limitations. Just like Kathy Acker said. Yeah – great painting”.

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  4. Bento says:

    Has a touch of the Fido Didos about it. Is the women pretending to be a plane?

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  5. I Clavdivs says:

    Looks to me like a representation of a fatal traffic accident.
    Chalk outline of victim graphically displaying the extreme trauma caused by the power pole falling onto her legs.

    Or perhaps with the rising popularity of exorcism, it’s a circle of salt, a cross and a Blair like madwoman spinning her head and spewing pea soup.

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  6. Jaidyn-Jaxxon says:

    I apologise for the phone-cam by the way – it’s the best I’ve got.
    What really struck me about ‘A Women’s Power’ was that it’s so simple. One might say it was desperately simple, vegetatively simple even. 3 layers, the first (discarding the possibility that there’s an abortive picture of fruit under all that) being the simple 9-grid, in let’s say aubergine and lavender. Not very inspiring, difficult to paint anything good on a stasis matrix like that, but hell, people do. My guess is that the TAFE instructor (for it was she) was somewhat nonplussed, but long-used to the limitations of the post-menopausal bogette and willing to roll with the punches thus far. But how to complement such drab beginnings? Why, through the infusion of light – a whimsical portrait of a guileless young child with round wholesome cheeks, beaming with energy and joy. What’s that Brenda? Too hard? Well let’s think of something… simpler. Let’s focus on linework. Oh, that’s good, Brenda, what’s that, a circle – oh – HSV? Are you sure – it’s not too late – let me just – there you are, the emblem of Venus! It’s a special power we all share. Oh you like it do you? Brilliant! Well we’re almost finished, you just need something to tie it all together, fill in these – sparser areas – a woman’s figure? By all means, go for it! Oh, that’s brilliant, Brenda – those lithe, sensuous lines, just like.. what’s that you say? Curves? Just like Curves? Well, I suppose it is. Well done, Brenda.

    Etc. For $4, it could have been mine.

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  7. rolly says:

    I’ve seen that stencil outline somewhere before, but it must have been relatively unimportant ‘cos I’m damned if I can remember where.

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  8. Jaidyn-Jaxxon says:

    Could it have been here?

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    • Shreiking Wombat says:

      Are those feminine hygiene bins?

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      • Jaidyn-Jaxxon says:

        Let me tell you a story SW. A true story; a horror story. Several years ago I dropped out of a Perth art school (couldn’t take the bullshit) and found myself ‘teatless’ so to speak- devoid of income. So I took the first job I found – a cleaning position, ironically enough at the same university. Not the wisest move, in hindsight, as now that I was working there, all of that institution’s frustrating halfarsedness was amplified thousandfold. I began to hate my life – getting up at 3:30 am, walking down to the campus, getting my keys off the chemical-wizened old sourpuss in charge, and then the four-hour vacuum trawl through the empty corridors where legions of undeserving, BARELY TOILET TRAINED students furthered their options by day. In its totality, a soul-destroying experience. But there was one moment, one moment that sealed it forever, after which I had to simply walk away, never to return. You see in the Economics building, there were several toilet blocks. The (so-called) ‘ladies’ toilet was always the worst – just nasty. I began to get complaints. This bothered me, as it was a disgusting job, but one which I actually did – the bowls were clean, the floors were mopped, disinfectant everywhere, etc. But one day it dawned on me. People weren’t unhappy with my work – they were unhappy with the sanitary disposal bins. You know how it says ‘CLEANERS DO NOT EMPTY’? Well, NO-ONE was emptying them. In this toilet block, they were literally overflowing, onto the floor (and consequently gingerly plucked up and binned). I gave it about a week from when I first noticed – still, the bins were overflowing, people had taken to just leaving their business on top. So I had to empty them. It was the single most nauseating experience of my life. People talk about Changi or the gulags and I just smile.

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  9. Cookster says:

    You people shouldn’t poke fun at something you know nothing about. My Aunty Stella ‘Shaheevra’ painted that image of her significant life partner ‘Rhaneebangragoddess’ while on a sexuality and inner-goddess awareness retreat in Nannup and I think it’s beautiful.

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  10. Jaidyn-Jaxxon says:

    I revisited this Salvo’s on Thursday night and scoured the place $4 in hand but to no avail. Vanished worst. I can only hope that it was thrown out rather than sold.

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