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F*CK U! In The Most Loving Way

Exhibition catalog for "F*CK U! In The Most Loving Way" created by the Northern California Women's Caucus for Art.

My Turn to Speak by

My Turn to Speak by Blond Jenny Throughout history women haven't been free. For me, I wanted to be an artist so I left my home in Korea where it is the tradition to have a lack of respect for women. When I was a child, my mom prepared the table setting and served my father and brother with silver utensils while my mom and I used stainless steel. I wondered why I couldn't eat with silver too. In some families men and women would even eat in separate tables or at different times. In times when we fought many wars, men were needed more than women but in modern society the stigma of war has continued to infect gender bias. In Korean society people still want boy babies over girls since they still have a traditional idea about bloodlines. Mother-in-laws and husbands often ridicule women that only bear girls and don’t have boys. There is a similar outcome in the arts and in business. So many women graduate from art school but most successful artists are men. Every business woman feels that she has to fight with men for equal respect. Most people, even women, agree with this unfair sentiment. How are women defined in Korea? Beauty. I had to deal with so many traditional ideas and was forced to go on blind dates with family friends because as I aged and had not married people looked down on me. So many Korean women believe their beauty can change their life so they undergo surgery in hopes of a Cinderella story. We are brainwashed from childhood to want the same face, lifestyle, and ideas. Koreans cultivate a group mentality over individualism but I wanted to be an artist and to have my own freedom in expression. That's why I moved to New York to better my life. I know here I can speak up for women and be proud of myself at the same time. These days despite having a female President in Korea, men continue to lead more than women. People don't recognize her for her achievements and only blame her for the problems she has caused. I couldn't vote in the recent US election since I am not yet a citizen. If I had the chance, I would have voted for Hillary. I want to show how women can change history. Also, I believe women can have a better life. I don't want to vote for a man who doesn't respect women and I am concerned about the long term change he will bring to America. Cauldron. Menstrual blood drawing and resin on photo print canvas, 3 x 12 inches, 2017. Courtesy of the artist. A self-portrait as Trump decorated with menstrual blood. The idea behind this is inspired by witchcraft and the use of a talisman along with a rare or precious potion. 198

The Most Loving Way I Can Think of to Say, “Fuck You.” by Amy Finkbeiner I hate myself because I've known about this for weeks, this opportunity to write an essay for F*ck U! In the Most Loving Way, and have been straining miserably at my computer; but I have been totally unable to do it. I hate myself because I'm so tired from my job that I can't jump on an opportunity to write about an exhibition I’m so proud to be in and the revisiting of a seminal feminist project that I love, when it should come out all magical-organic like it’s imprinted on my DNA. Shit. I hate myself for whining when in fact I have a job and a roof over my head and am in significantly less peril than so many people are at this moment. I hate myself for thinking I having nothing to say. Not unlike this feeling of jumping up, suddenly, wanting to say or do…oh, something impactful!…but collapsing like my torso is a misshapen lump of lead. Sinking back into my chair under a flat burden of futility and hopelessness that anything at all can be done to fight the white supremacist, misogynist, hateful, corrupt tyranny that is about to be installed in the executive branch of this nation. Not unlike the new untethering, a new wandering (wondering?) sensation, in my abdomen since November 9 when my period did not come. And would not come. For the first time since I was twelve. It did not arrive at its customary mid-afternoon hour on the 28 th day. It did not even come later that week after I’d been at work for long hours with a group of women, several of whom were having their periods, a sure-fire trigger for mine in the past. The releasing of the heaviness and fatigue, the clearing of the fog all in a rush of grinding emotions and churning hormones that is a period—it never came. For real: it appears my menopause started on November 9. My body decided to end an era that day. It gave up. It said to me (because it does talk to me), “Our world has changed.” I’m crying as I write this, something I haven’t been able to do for many weeks. Crying because I’m finally saying it, saying that my period is gone. Crying for the end of the world I knew, or didn’t know. Crying for the Bill of Rights, so screwed up and imperfect but also a kind of gravitational force. For Hillary, standing up there, maintaining her grace while being forced to swallow all the eons of hatred for all women, in a way that only women can ever understand. For all the people who are going to be frightened, limited, cut off, harmed, disappeared. For all the men I’ll never fuck. For all the women who are choosing to die by their own hands rather than submit to rape. For the destruction of this planet. For all women’s bodies. For my body, which I love and worship so dearly. For my period. For everything. I seem to recall a conversation not so long ago--I was talking to someone about something and I think I called myself a pacifist. It was such crap. I am not a pacifist. Please forgive me. 199

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    ABOUT NCWCA (SPONSORING ORGANIZATIO

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    EXHIBITIONS CHAIR STATEMENT Like ma

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    Our financial goal was at the minim

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    VOLUNTEER and DONOR ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

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    Photographer: Priscilla Otani Galle

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    F*ck U! In the Most Loving Way Pros

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    Installation at Arc Gallery, 1246 F

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    Opening Reception: Arc Gallery, 124

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    Rulers. Performance by Emma Sulkowi

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    Docent Tour of Exhibition—Friday,

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    Performance Afternoon—January 14,

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    Some Untidy Truths: On Curating the

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    originally suggested by art histori

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    As the juror Shannon Rose Riley fin

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