i very much identify as feminist but i don’t entirely identify as a woman and the art relationship between feminist politics and womanhood is really (literally) depressing to me. i mean. maybe i’m just really bored of it. bored of bad art. i am definitely bored of bad art. besides that, maybe just bored of self sacrifice. who am i dying for? who are you dying for? why so much art about the death rattle? i keep getting invites to art collectives based on gender (for women) and death but neither of these things interest me too much, these ghosts. i like examining terror, but not Because Patriarchy. i already know what It has done. i just want otherwise.
once again, i am an endless shrug of a person. not really into gender allegiance in my art, though i don’t work with cis dudes, i’m not into being considered a writer or artist for Women only. i am not a girl. i am not a woman. not yet. not now.
onwards and otherwise
In her series ‘Aialik’, Acacia Johnson explores northern environments, wilderness, and the human relationship to nature. The images present a mysterious, ethereal world of water and mist inhabited solely by women.
Photographed throughout the course of a summer in Alaska’s Kenai Fjords National Park, Aialik captures the dreamlike quality that Acacia Johnson finds so prevalent in northern places.