There is something particularly fascinating in certain female art, something that captures imagination and touches the senses in a peculiar manner. However, whereas on the one hand the number of women in the art world (and everywhere else) seems to be increasing, on the other hand, sadly, a lack of identity is still undermining their potential from within. Overall, two main categories seem to appear at the horizon, that of women who made it in a professional – yet male dominated – environment, and are happy to show solidarity and facilitate access to other akin spirits, and those who fundamentally hate every other woman but themselves, and manipulate with arrogance their minority, using it as a definitely not inclusive privilege.
Yet why are so many women behaving as chauvinist pigs?
The seed of this plague seems to be deeply eradicated, and the time for a collective reflection becomes evermore desirable.
Woman up, competition is no fun.