Unwell women

Looking at my intuitively created works of the last few years, I have become aware that circling the „conditio feminina“ forms a creative core that I keep spiraling around like a centre of gravity. The impetus seems to come from a pre-linguistic sense of the body that is conveyed through images. Male gazes, male guidelines that penetrate me like projectiles.
The discomfort produced by the gaze directed at me, which I nevertheless grant the power to judge my existence. 
„To be unwell“ is the term I learned from my mother to describe my menstruation. The unwellness under conditions that go against my body. I always felt it without being able to describe it and drew from it the only conclusion I seemed to be allowed: that there is something wrong with me. I live in a partriarchally intended permanent suspicion against myself.
The (mental) illness is the logical consequence – collapse and refuge at the same time.