Monday, April 6, 2026

Normativity and the Infantilisation of Autistic People in Netflix's Love on the Spectrum

 

 I wrote this essay for my disability module of a class I attended at the University of Cape Town called Art, Theory and Society. It was run by Dr. Portia Malatjie (who was just amazing). We would spend each week deconstructing coloniality by learning how colonialism has fabricated what we call 'normal.' I had to use a case study to unpack how these norms are created and whether they are subverted or mirrored back by my chosen piece of art. I chose to unpack the ableism I saw in Netflix's Love on the Spectrum as I was grappling with my own diagnosis at the time and the show had just come out. My partner at the time had showed it to me with good intentions, they found it to be a sweet show, cute, but I found it deeply unsettling. I am so grateful for the language this class provided me with in understanding those feelings. Thank the gods for those that have overthought so that I may not be alone in my overthinking today. Thank the gods for words like normativity and infantilisation. 

Recently comedians Delilah Orizaba and Victoria Flynn posted an amazing skit about how the aspects of autistic people that aren't cutesy or sexless have to be curated out of the show in order for the producers to create the kind of narratives they want. This video made me so happy, as I was horrified to realise that Love on the Spectrum has continued to chug along, and reached it's fourth season just this month. It was just nice to know people were still thinking and talking about the ways this show fails autistic people. I felt excited enough to comment and said I'd written an essay about this show and how much it grates me and there seemed to be some people interested in reading it so here it is. I wrote it when I was 21 and it's a little fancy schmancy, but it was a university course and I had to make out like I knew what I was talking about. Thank you to Delilah Orizaba for her comedy and her work in renewing my desire to revisit this topic and in encouraging me to share my essay. I'm so grateful to the autistic people whose art make me feel comfortable in identifying as autistic, especially when shows like this one make me want to hide away forever.

 

In this essay I will be discussing autism and its relations to the conditions of normalcy. I will use my own experiences as an autistic person, the dynamics of ableism, and the conditions under which autism is stigmatized in order to construct a sense of normalcy for neurotypical people and the social norms that they have established. Using interviews, shot choices, editing and scoring of the first episode of the Australian documentary Netflix show Love on the Spectrum (O’Clery, 2020), I will identify how the show summatively misunderstands Autistic individuals in its very structure. I will also use this show as a way to interrogate the norms of heterosexual dating practices and how unwritten scripts in the dating world are what restrict autistic and neurotypical individuals from finding happiness in romance. It is not autism which holds back autistics from love, but rather it is the structural norms themselves that misconceive love.

 

In the words of Lennard Davis, “the ‘problem’ is not the person with disabilities; the problem is the way that normalcy is constructed to create the ‘problem’ of the disabled person.” (Davis, 2016: 1)

 

Ableism is a broad concept which tries to delineate “disabled” people from “able-bodied” people using ever shifting definitions of mental and physical well-being. It is closer to an ontological theory than to any lived experience of human bodies. The label of “disabled” is applied to people who are perceived as lacking certain fundamentals of a preconceived and poorly defined “normal” human. Sensory differences, like blindness or deafness, mental health experiences such as bipolar disorder or autism spectrum disorder, or physical experiences such as limps or a missing limb, are all grouped under the umbrella of disability. These and other supposed disabilities differentiate the normal body from the disabled body.

 

 This definition is arbitrary, as these are aspects of life that affect nearly every living person at one point or another. The mere passage of time and the effect age has on every human body can be seen as a disabling factor. Every human individual exists upon a scale of visible and invisible traits of wellness. Everyone struggles at some point in their life to viably relate to a publicly defined capacity of efficient, workable, productive happiness.  The loss of a limb, or a sense, can happen at any moment due to trauma, be it psychological or physical. The label of “disabled” therefore means almost nothing, and instead points to a nebulous underclassing of certain kinds of thinking and experiencing the world by people who wish to be classified as “normal”. Watermeyer, McKenzie and Swartz posit, “being considered a “fully qualifying” human—is to strive for inclusion in a typology which is set up to exclude disabled people and, indeed, has been used in systematic efforts to eliminate disabled people altogether” (Watermeyer, 2019)

 

The language and rhetoric of ableism also asserts that all people of different ability should wish to be “cured” or brought closer to a state of “normalcy” as defined by the in-group of “able-bodied” scholars, advocates, friends and family. In the case of autistic people, we must be trained - or train ourselves in private - to mask our autistic traits. We do not take comfort in performing “normal” social skills in formal environments such as restaurants and workplaces, and we use greater energy than most in order to follow unspoken scripts that we must tirelessly research and practice. This is especially pertinent in the case of dating and relationships.

 

Claiming to be mentally unwell is a state of freedom from the norm. It is an embrace of the discomforting associations that the human world makes with feelings, pain, and expressing pain honestly. Saying that I am mentally-unwell, that I am autistic, means that I embrace the stigma associated with that term, for I accept that many tendrils of modern society are constructed upon a condition of constant and deliberate unhappiness over which most of us have no control. Claiming autonomy over my autism means that I can validate my personhood and all the extreme discomforts and lessons that I have gained from experiencing life through my lense. Autism informs my formation of self, and I continually unlearn what I practiced as being normal in order to rediscover this authentic self. My autism describes my interactions with humans and the current state of humanity in the year 2021. My autism is an unquiet voice which reasons and debates the normalcy of the supposed natural order of the world.

 

Masking is a form of assimilation whereby autistic people train themselves to manage and suppress their behaviors which are deemed unconventional or unusual by neurotypicals. This may be instructing them when it is socially appropriate to smile, how much they should talk about their special interests, and reminding them to pull out a chair for their partners when sitting at a dinner table. These social scripts are tiring and not always applicable, even in neurotypical dating spheres. Why is it not mandatory for neurotypicals to have unconventional dates? Or to bond over shared loves or unfamiliar subjects? Or to forgo out-dated rituals like pulling out chairs? All this teaches them is that the secret social scripts that are ascribed to human relationships are binding and unchanged. It concretises what autism so powerfully subverts, that there is a right and a wrong way to bond with someone.

 

Love on the Spectrum (O’Clery, 2020) is a show about autistic people made for neurotypical viewers. The first episode of the show introduces us to a cast of Australian twenty-somethings on the spectrum and asks each of them questions about their dating experiences. The show makes many attempts to display a broad variety of autistic people, but its lense remains an ableist one which serves to other the cast of individuals who make attempts to enter the dating world under the watchful eye of a neurotypical director and producer named Cian O’Clery. The cast members do not feel like main characters, but perform like subjects within a social experiment to see how they may endure the producer’s proposals and matches. The show successfully normalizes formal, heteronormative dating rituals that remain unquestioned, while highlighting the daters’ inabilities to quickly adapt to these rigid rules. In the words of Charli Clement who reviewed the show for Metro UK, “this show feels like autistic people being used as inspiration for neurotypical people to reflect on themselves. It’s for them to think, ‘at least my dating life isn’t like this’, or ‘if they can do it, I can’.” (Clement, 2020)

 

One of the cast members is named Michael. He expresses great concern at having not been in a relationship ever in his twenty five years of life. He says that his greatest dream in life is “to become a husband.” Michael is quick-witted, passionate and allows himself to be vulnerable. He is often quite charming. It seems that much of his difficulties with dating don’t stem from his neurodivergence but hinge on inexperience and on his being ignorant of interacting with women. He still lives with his parents, which is normal for today’s twenty-year-olds. What is strange is how his family seem to infantilize and baby him despite his clear intelligence and emotional capacity. His worst habits of stereotyping and idealising women are unchallenged and used as a source of comedy in the show.

 

Michael has many guidelines for what he believes a woman he dates should follow. In a conversation with the producers, Michael, and his mother, she is asked why she thinks Michael is “finding it hard to meet someone?”

She replies that she believes he, “just needs to find someone,” a pause, “like-minded. I don’t think he wants anybody...loud.”

Michael cuts in, “or gothic...or tomboyish...or practically any girl that acts like she’s still in high school.” His mother “mm-hmms” in agreement, as if having heard it all before, then looks to the camera and laughs at his comment about high school girls. It is clear that Michael harbours a small amount of resentment towards women, however fascinated he may be with them. None of the producers nor his family say anything to the contrary of his outdated conceptions of women.

 

 He goes on to say that he has “already decided on the perfect wedding ring for [his] partner,” the camera cuts to his mother grimacing in embarrassment over his words, “in the form of a crown,”

His mother bites her lip to stop herself from laughing, sensing his seriousness, “ To signify she is my queen, per se.” This would be a great opportunity to gently point out that a relationship is about building trust slowly over time, and that such high expectations, for a partner to be your queen, establish shaky grounds for him to be disappointed, and for his potential girlfriend to feel pressured and romanticised beyond her capacity. A study published in 2011 showed that satisfaction within a relationship declines dramatically over three years of marriage in newlyweds who overly idealise their partners at the onset. (Murray, 2011). This may seem obvious to some, but it isn’t obvious to many neurotypicals and autistics alike, who are fed grandiose imagery of love from TV shows that establish such tactics as stalking, obsessive crushes and fixation as the prelude to a long and successful relationship. These perceptions are not unique to autistic people, but are based on a larger societal misunderstanding of healthy love. It is something his mother seems to understand, as a wife herself, but she does not bring it up, rather she breaks the fourth wall, looking at the camera, then back at her son, laughing at him with the audience.

 

 He seems not to perceive women as people like himself. His misogyny is played up as amusing  and harmless aspects of his autistic personality, when they are unacceptable stereotypes and ideations that any autistic person can unlearn, because they have little to do with autism. He could always learn more through TV and movies, so his understanding of women should not be contingent upon the difficulties he has with speaking to them. If he saw them as a larger, more complex group, if he saw women as people, he would have women friends. Instead, he discusses his women friends as failures at romantic love.

 

This bonding of tradition, heteronormativity and autism becomes even more apparent when relationship specialist Jody Rodgers is brought in to ostensibly couch the protagonists on “how” to date. She does not use this opportunity to lovingly interrogate or challenge Michael’s more outdated conceptions of women, but instead teaches a masterclass on masking. (Clement, 2020)

 

When asked why he thinks he has had trouble finding a partner in the past, he replies that “a lot of girls that [he’s] been friends with in the past, well...a lot of those friendships have turned out to be quite...disappointing.” He seems not to understand the difference between friendships and romantic relationships, but this isn’t interrogated on the onset, it is brushed away. This is a fundamental problem in heteronormative romance, whereby women and men do not platonically befriend one another to better understand themselves and potential romantic relationships in the future. Instead, every attachment is a potential romance. Jody asks Michael what the difference between a girlfriend and a friend is directly. This is a valuable question and is something I have had difficulties understanding with regards to boundaries and expectations. Michael says that, “Girlfriends [are] more serious, it’s more intimate, and there’s no hands-to-yourself business.” His parents, who are problematising this intimate conversation by standing and staring at the two of them, break out into uproars of laughter. This is almost certainly a joke on Michael’s part, but if it is not, the tenuous and dangerous assumptions of consent and expectations are concerning. It is hard to see this as a joke because of the way Jody treats Michael with such kid gloves. This conversation abruptly ends, and we move to Jody telling him to find “common interests” with people he likes in order to see if he wants to date them again. It is a terribly obvious piece of advice, and ignores the gravity of the proposed previous encounter and what boundaries constitute romantic and platonic intimacy, something which would have actually been useful for both autistic and neurotypical people alike who watched this show from all over the globe. This is especially in the wake of newfound understandings of consent and what constitutes assault. This would, however, shatter the illusion of cutesy othering that distances autistic people from the neurotypical gaze that captures them.

 

These rules also enforce the outdated mindset that is apparent in the dating life of a character like Michael. He has perhaps seen how television or film has portrayed women and romance to be, and has taken these limited gendered performances as factual and fixed. Studies have shown that children use television to understand complex interpersonal social scenarios, as the simulated space allows for rehearsal and repetition. Narrative spaces also provide comfort for the autistic individual, as patterns of human behavior are more easily drawn when tropes, writing structure, acting styles, actor faces, editing techniques, framing, colour, music and other such aspects of TV and film language can be studied and learned. Obsessive knowledge absorption - which is what characterizes a special interest - is a habit that autistic people are highly adept at. This would mean that a more constructive way of coaching Michael through his relationship struggles may be to dismantle his preconceptions of women as seen through TV shows, movies, cartoons or anime, or to introduce him to media made by women, queer people, by autistic people, black and indigenous people of colour, and of people who navigate these intersections.

 

Ignoring what he says, or writing his perspectives up to disability infantilizes his abilities of perceiving and communicating with women, as well as his abilities to understand and grow as a person. On top of this, a comedic tone is created when the camera cuts, unchallenged, between Michael and his mother, as he describes the perfect woman and she looks at him bemused while washing dishes and glancing at the camera. The comedy is created by a supposedly romantically undesirable and supposedly unchangeable man speaking about women with the same depth of perception and pickiness as a shallow alpha-chad-misogynist who has a patriarchal society at his fingertips. It is as if his mother, the camera and the audience are all privy to his undesirability being inherent in his autism, whilst he is not. These aren’t perspectives we would find endearing in a cis heterosexual man who was not autistic, so why do they become amusing and cute when coming from a neurodivergent man? This plays up autistic people as intolerant and bigoted, when the reality is that autism exists in all forms of human life. As Sara Luterman points out for Spectrum News, autistic people are more likely to be queer and will exist more comfortably outside of heteronormative conceptions of love and relationships that were established by the neurotypical majority. (Luterman, 2020)

 

 Autism is thereby linked to the harmful stereotypes of masculine and feminine people, and positioned as an intrinsic misunderstanding or inability to comprehend such “fundamental” dating rules as normal and natural. This perspective is ableist, no matter how unintentional.

 

The camera work and editing goes on to reinforce that this is most likely intentional, however.

 

Another subject of the docuseries is Chloe. She is nineteen and tells the camera that she has never been in love. Her interview begins with an awkward cut of her sitting and getting comfortable in front of the camera. The experience of being filmed would be strange for any neurotypical person who is not used to it, especially when this Netflix production most likely uses large, high-definition camera equipment. The choice to keep in footage of her settling down, stretching her face muscles and widening her eyes, in front of what I assume to be bright studio lights set up inside of her bedroom, emphasizes a subtle narrative that she is a naturally strange and easily discomforted person.

 

She explains seeing people kiss and hold hands and is sad that she didn’t experience those things herself. She tells the camera that she had “all these ideas in [her] head, and none of them happened. Life is not a movie.” Up until these last few sorrowful sentences, plucky xylophones and staccato strings play in the background as she explains being broken up with by a partner for disclosing her autism. Sara Luterman writes, “The musical cues would be more appropriate for a documentary about clumsy baby giraffes than for a reality series about adult humans.” (Luterman, 2020) Chloe describes her anger and confusion and the camera cuts to an abrupt close up of her face. It is almost comical. These choices are unsympathetic and don’t reflect the underlying cruelty of such an act and how it can traumatize a neurodivergent individual.

 

Love on the Spectrum is a strange and misguided attempt by a neurotypical production team at making a voyeuristic docuseries about neurodivergent people and their dating lives. It does this by boxing the protagonists into uncomfortable dating-show style scenarios which are publicised, turning already complex social scenarios into minefields of anxiety and miscommunication. The subjects are explicitly framed to appear incapable at adapting to what is made contextual as normal, despite the contextualised normal being a framework of misogyny, an encouragement to mask and pretend to be neurotypical, and a hyper-focus on outdated ideas about love popularised by television and movies.

 

 

 


References

 

Clement, C. 2020. I want to tell you why Netflix’s Love on the Spectrum isn’t inspirational. Available: https://metro.co.uk/2020/08/02/autistic-person-netflix-love-spectrum-let-13066129/. [Accessed: 18 June 2021]

Davis, L J., ed. 2016. The Disability Studies Reader. 5th ed. London, England: Routledge.

Luterman, S. 2020. Review: ‘Love on the Spectrum’ is kind, but unrepresentative. Available: https://www.spectrumnews.org/opinion/reviews/review-love-on-the-spectrum-is-kind-but-unrepresentative/

Murray, S. L., Griffin, D. W., Derrick, J. L., Harris, B., Aloni, M., & Leder, S. 2011. Tempting fate or inviting happiness?: unrealistic idealization prevents the decline of marital satisfaction. Psychological science, 22(5), 619–626.

Watermeyer, Brian, Judith McKenzie, and Leslie Swartz. 2019. The Palgrave handbook of disability and citizenship in the global south. Cham, Switzerland : Palgrave Macmillan.

Monday, September 29, 2025

Woman Totem: Body Language Pt. 1

Woman Totem, 2024. Acrylic and oil on board.


The woman totem is one of five oil paintings that I started in 2020. They were part of a project I was given in university about the purpose of painting in a world of technology. My goal was to combine old art, iconic images that shaped art, specifically that of women and those who experience being in a woman-body, with the visual language I associate with my home computer that I grew up using in the 2000s.

I’m white and I attended a private Catholic school in South Africa in a previously segregated, whites-only community called Edenvale, Johannesburg. It remains a majority white suburb. This painting is an examination of white beauty, “purity” and the idealization of a certain kind of womanhood above any others. Whiteness was an unspoken but dominant force in my school. The school was started by missionaries who moved into Africa to bring what they saw as the “civilising” message of Jesus to the Black population, whose varied spiritual practices were seen as backward. This is the racism that underlies the expansion of the church. In an article for the Daily Maverick, Anthony Egen defines racism within the context of cultures and their differences, explaining  that “Europeans had (possibly still have) the assumption that they are the centre of history and culture and that this culture should be spread (diffused) to the non-European Other”. It is this hierarchy of good to bad that creates an acceptable kind of woman and an unacceptable one: the closer to god, the closer to righteousness.
 

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At home, I used Windows 95 and Windows XP. I was able to find a manual on home computers for the family which used 95 as its base. I was inspired by the now archaic idea of a published book explaining how to use computers. A book, being so solid and unchanging, becomes an obsolete instruction manual in a matter of months to the computer which constantly changes and rapidly grows. There was something about this which felt related to the systems we still use to understand human beings. It felt like a manual on gender, written so many years ago, still dictating and shaping human bodies, which grow and change so rapidly so as to make the manual obsolete. Thus the comparisons of art made about the human, feminized body,  and the rigid reductions of the vastness of the computer, were born. 
 
 





To bring the two visual languages together, and to allow myself to come up with new shapes and compositions, I printed out pages and pages of artworks, internet personalities, and photographs of post-post-modern importance (eg. Kim Kardashian’s paper magazine cover, American Apparel advertisements etc.). I also cut up my aforementioned computer manual, as well as a guide I had been gifted to the Louvre from 2014. To tie everything together, I printed pictures of myself.  I have photos of myself in strange poses for other artworks and I used them to bring my own identity back into the paintings. The hope was to reflect on my experiences within this weave of visual history, sort of adding a fly into the spiders web of information.
 
 



The internet is a place where bodies become little pieces. Every image of someone you know, socially or parasocially, isn’t even enough to be a piece of them. They’re more like symbols that stand in for that person. The internet feels like a foundry where symbols of yourself can become real in that virtual world through curating collections of related symbols that say: This is me. I’ll touch on that again later in the another part of this series, but for now I wanted to point out that a) images of people are symbols and b) “someone” can be created from a Frankenstein recombination of many images. 
 
 


I made four collages simultaneously, but for the sake of making anything make sense, I have separated them into the compositions I eventually used as references. 

This one turned out far more religious than expected, but I guess that’s where totems or idols tend to lean. I also forget how instructional Catholicism was for me. It’s like racism, a poisonous mold that lives in your walls and only shows up in chest scans thirty years later but keeps you coughing all that time. I had created an angry, angry assortment of versions of womanhood that I saw myself being “allowed” to undertake. I guess it always ends up being the Madonna/whore paradigm and nothing new is ever invented, but it was cathartic none the less.

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Catholics are one of the few Christian groups which pray to Mary as they would to Jesus. Mary is addressed in the Hail Mary as follows: 

Hail Mary
Full of Grace
The Lord is with thee
Blessed art though amongst women
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus
Holy Mary, Mother of God, Pray for us, Sinners
Now and at the hour of our death
Amen


Mary never had much of a personality to me. I guess none of the bible characters did, but Mary was immaculately conceived, which means she was literally born without sin. Even Jesus had some ups and downs, some moments of disturbia and emotional volatility, but she had no storming the temple and condemning the merchants, she had no terrible moments of righteous anger, and she didn’t fall apart when she was told she was going to have a baby she didn’t choose to have. She did cry, however. When she was told her son was going to die, when she watched Jesus drag the cross to his death - There are actually seven famous moments of heartache for Mary, known as The Seven Sorrows. There are statues which depict her crying great, tragic tears. It’s an important part of her iconography. She cries for Jesus and the protection of her child, and because her sorrow is selfless and all-consuming, it is beautiful.

Mary’s identity then becomes, at least in part, shaped by her relationships with the men around her. She is pushed and pulled by the prophecies that dictate her life and she behaves in the most devastatingly sympathetic manner. She’s always sad, always mournful. When she is not, she is being good. She is a good mother and a good wife. She’s untouchable, her image is perfect, even in sadness. It’s inhuman, her grace and her capacity to love, even when she is told the child she loves will die, because he must die for the sins of the earth, and thus her role is to bare the grief of this loss and the despair of everyone on earth.

And I guess I’ve never been able to let her go. I learned who Mary was while I learned geography and what verbs and nouns were. And so this idea of a woman, the most self-sacrificing person alive, melted in between my brain cells and won’t leave. And she has contributed to making it difficult for me to see myself, my woman self, as anything besides a martyr, a mother, a wife. I’ll always be more selfish, crueler, more hateful, and I will never be able to bare it with the same grace as this frozen woman.

“Even in her crone years as she weeps at the Cross, images of the Virgin Mary are still depicted as pristine, unwrinkled, virtuous and eternally youthful. Her complexion mirrors her salvation — no moles, pimples or sunspots will keep her out of heaven. The Virgin Mary sets the standards for all women to be whiter than snow in body and soul. This religious purity is a perversion of God’s creation of humanity and sexuality.” Erica Whittaker, Pantyhose, Purity and the theological


Whiteness is part of Mary’s depiction. To be perfect, in these visions of Mary, is to be white. Whiteness and holiness are aligned in the racist ideology which weaves itself through the art historical canon of Europe, which is where my images were drawn from. Mary was most certainly not white, historically. I am white, and made this painting in response to my own sense of womanhood as a white person. I don’t believe that when I first conceptualised the work that I considered race as an element. But it’s so obvious looking at it four years later. It’s a totem of white womanhood, and in some ways I believe I missed the mark in making a distinct statement about this. It’s too ambiguous, racially coded but not saying anything substantial. 

She appears in my painting three times: as a sort of second head for the totem (a more stable stomach-head), at the base, headless and solid gold, and in fragments of the pieta.
 




 
 I feel this woman in my stomach, in my gut. She is my uselessness, my inability to love hard enough to heal the world. I feel her like a spine, like roots. She is the dirt within which I grow into anything else I may wish to become. It’s like I feed off of her to survive.

 
 



The Rape of Proserpina, 1621-1622. Gian Lorenzo Bernini and The Pieta, 1498-1499. Michelangelo.



Another figure I used was Persephone.

I chose to replace the image from the collage with another sculpture that felt more relevant to the rest of the totem, Gian Lorenzo Bernini’s The Rape of Proserpina, sculpted in the 1620s. I have merged the limp arm of Jesus from the Pieta with the scratching limb of Persephone as she twists under Hades’ grasp. The story goes that Persephone was kidnapped by Hades to be his wife in the underworld but she returns to bring spring to the surface world once a year. The violence of her life being chosen for her, and the insinuation of rape (which also means ‘to take’ and is likely used that way in this context) is dark and abrasive, especially when depicted so elegantly and fluidly as is in Bernini’s sculpture. In the same way that Mary could cry demurely, there is a horror to Persephone’s capture being so divine. 

She is crushed beneath the Pietà by Michelangelo. I feel the weight of losing the perfect person in my life. For Mary it was Jesus, but for me it was whatever fool I had chosen to torment over, or perhaps a masculine family member or a father. When I see that tragic statue, I think of all the men my love couldn’t save. The statue depicts his love being a sagging, painful experience.. It felt like Persephone’s anger and writhing was a counterpoint to Mary’s passivity, but it is fruitless all the same. She too will become the mother of a god because she was “blessed amongst women”, whether she wanted to be or not.

Kim and Me


Finally, the modern world. The line that connects these images of women to the images of women famous today. It feels overwrought to use the Kardashians, but I started these paintings in 2020 and their faces were still the zeitgeist. It’s foolish to pretend they don’t still affect aesthetics of femininity today, just maybe less holistically. Now they’re in little pieces, an eyebrow here and an ass cheek there, verses the attempts to copy and copy and copy them that were customary in the late 2010s. 


kardashian_kolloquium,2020                                      kardashian_kolloquium,2018






I have used a piece of Kim Kardashian’s torso from an image I screenshotted from her Instagram. I remember choosing the picture because it had signs of photo manipulation whereby she had morphed and shaped her body to form her desired curves and shapes. I find these images so sad. She is the enviable purveyor of a standard of beauty gleamed from her own image, but even she is not applicable to the standard. MJ Cory, creator of the Kardashian Kolloquium Instagram page, often uses Jean
Baudrillard’s framework of the Simulacra and Simulation in discussing any of the Kardashian sisters. They aren’t themselves anymore, they aren’t real, they’re copies of copies of copies of a version of themselves that don’t exist anymore.

Kim Kardashian felt like the perfect figure to occupy the role of the desirable, sexual woman. She juggles desirability both from being wanted and from wanting to be her. She would be the ‘whore’ in the madonna'/whore dichotomy. This isn’t to say I would call her that, what I mean is while Mary becomes the epitome of motherly love and virtue, Kim Kardashian becomes the embodiment of sexual desire. They both are distilled into singular ideas, despite being humans, despite one being dead and the other very much alive. Kim Kardashian doesn’t feel like a real person anymore, but she’s as ubiquitous as Jesus. Her image, though changing, expands within a limited purview of what makes a woman beautiful in a sexual way. She turns into the projection of desire and envy, and not a person with envy and desire projected onto her. 

Somewhere in the world, she cries and shits and gets pimples, and I am none the wiser.


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While her face became the standard, she was never really in control of her desirability. The extent to which her face became objectified and her image repeated was just a part of how celebrity faces are proliferated online, she just happened to do it very well. She made choices that expertly drew the public in, but, in the age of the internet and the meme, it happened with a frequency so beyond post-modern that it could be parody. Andy Warhol’s Marilyn Diptych could never.








I didn’t use her face, because her face would turn the painting into an artwork about her face, that is how strong it’s symbolic resonance is. Instead I used her upper torso. Her body reminds me of the Venus Di Milo. She is recognisable from silhouette alone, and it’s not really the silhouette of a “complete” body. She wears her own brand of shapewear, has undergone cosmetic procedures to modify her shape, everything is constructed meticulously, like a sculpture. But there is a certain choicelessness to it. In the way that gender makes choices for us before we’ve realised we have made them, a certain thoughtlessness in all the artifice. 


I am not saying Kim Kardashian has not made choices in her appearance, I am simply saying that the popular choice is not always the choice which aligns with our souls, and she is first and foremost a business woman. In a similar vein, I’m not sure if the Venus De Milo would be so famous or considered so beautiful if she had arms. It is her bareness, the lean into despair that comes of vulnerability that makes her even more desirable. To be beautiful, in the white, European sense of the word, is a sacrificial act. We offer up our dignity, our anger, our imperfection, our smoke, upon the alter of fragility and hotness. 


Venus de Milo and Kim Kardashian at the Met Gala, 2021



The Kardashian family’s relationship to race is complicated in short. I’ll refer you to a better resource on the subject, Tee Noir, who created a two-part video essay on the subject and provides a more comprehensive analysis of the family. When it comes to the madonna/whore complex, black women have a long history of being fetishized. Kim Kardashian famously appropriated typically black, feminine features to enhance her desirability in the male gaze. Using her in the white woman totem creates a dynamic between white feminine purity and the idea that the closer to sexual a woman becomes, the closer the comparison can be drawn between her and blackness. It’s a disturbing element which I don’t think I adequately expressed in the painting. The ‘copy’ label was a part of my attempt to address this. Where bodies are shopped and cut up from other bodies to create the ‘best’ body. That body is ultimately still white, not matter how much it takes from black women.
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All of this, the shopping of the body, brings to mind the concept of the avatar. When I was a kid and as I became a teenager, I used to spend hundreds of hours in online virtual worlds. I would create a persona and interact with others online under the guise of my new face and identity. This construction allowed me to try on new identities and roles whilst keeping me from changing myself in the real world. I am a trans nonbinary person, and have read many accounts from other trans people who used websites like these to explore their real gender identities whilst in hostile home environments that made physical transition impossible.

I relate to this, but still found myself running into the invisible wall of binarism, even within these seemingly broad spaces.

For example, the website Stardoll had to be my favourite for many years. The point of the game was to customise a paperdoll-like person, do their hair and make up, and to shop for clothes to dress them up. I currently express my gender quite androgynously, and made attempts to do that at the time despite not being aware of my transness. What frustrated me was the limits in body shape. They had two doll styles, one male and one female. I’m not expecting a website I used in 2009 to have a nonbinary doll, but the rigidity of the dichotomy was obvious. The body shapes could be varied slightly, but I mean it when I say slightly. What you had really was a clear division of boy and girl, and you had only one boy body shape or girl body shape you could pick. The ‘female’ clothes also could not be used on the male dolls and vice versa, and so the boy dolls were dull and barely used because very few clothes were made for them.
 


The male doll in 2009, The Product Guy     The male doll in January 2025 and the female doll, taken by me in 2025


I bring all of this up because small things like this made me certain that the binaries of the world, the black and white, the male and female, the madonna and whore, that I saw in art, both modern and old, told me that there was always meant to be a clear distinction between the natural beauty of things. That women were meant to be a few simple things. I know this is a small, silly example, but there are hundreds of these, thousands, they fall around us and tell us what to be and how to feel good, safe and real.

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So I think that’s everything I can say about the woman totem. I will write more about my personal experiences across these four years of painting (and not painting) in the next post which will be about a painting called the gay beacon. If you have made it this far, thank you for listening to me rattle on.

Further Reading


The Age of Instagram Face by Jia Tolentino

Kim Kardashian Has Body Dysmorphia by Lauren Valenti

Ways of Seeing by John Berger

The Systemic Abuse of Celebrities by Brooey Deschanel

Virtual Avatars: Trans Experiences of Ideal Selves Through Gaming by Kai Baldwin

The Role of the Avatar in Gaming for Trans and Gender Diverse Young People by Helen Morgan




















Monday, January 17, 2022

a play: exhibition photos

 

 
 

So this is the exhibition I put together for my second semester of third year. It was so nice to have such tiny artworks. I literally just prestiked them to the walls and when I took them down I carried them home in a little box :')

 
I have never been so proud of my work though. During the second semester of last year I actually put a clear mind into my project and for once what I made actually felt right. It made sense to me. It felt like an essay that I had been theorizing and creating for four months, a story with a narrative, had finally concluded and fulfilled it's storytelling purpose.
 
 I have never felt that before. There is usually always a gaping hole in my work, an opportunity side-stepped and ignored in the hopes that I won't feel its presence by the end, but I always do. This time wasn't like that. I think being clean for 6 months now has helped me work better. I feel like I have to make something with a true purpose, otherwise there really is no point to making anything at all.
 
 
 
 
 



Artist statement thing:

Anne Boyer, Garments Against Women

 
“That feed is your poem”

 

 

Connection through storytelling has evolved with machines. As we develop transhuman limbs, our language changes too. There are new archetypes in our myths and there are new heroes in the stories. Britney Spears shifts through time from personifying a naïve teen popstar, to a dangerous mother, to a tragic heroine, all within twenty years of digital discourse. The current potency of parasocial relationships between my generation’s middle to upper class peoples and the Influencers of all kinds is indescribable. I feel their stories in my story, their lives parallel and metamorphise mine, just as Sisyphus does for those who bother to read the classics.

Celebrities curate and cultivate their public persona through the same image-making tools that we hold in our own hands. There is a disturbing façade of equality to this access. Every human being becomes a site of aesthetic and political gambling on behalf of a machine learning algorithm that develops your ideal comfort zone online. It sweeps your narrative of humanity together into one colourful, glistening page of sensations. This flattening of spatial and temporal distance between people blurs digital and corporeal worlds into one.

I have attempted to put together a network of images that speak to this larger sense of Meaning that I have developed as a result of my lifetime access to computer technology.

I have payed direct attention to the inherent self-evaluation that these cards perform. Where I feel an image is a universal archetype for one thing, it can represent the opposite to a phone-weilder with a life outside of my own. The powerful appearance of Elon Musk at the Met Gala as an inversion of a priest, where his missionary-like colonisation of Mars is not intentionally inferred but, to me, bleeds from his smug grimace, is to others just a witty commentary on his God-like status as a powerful business man.

 

I followed a gut instinct of painting images that felt recurring, endless, and obvious to me alone. I hope to capture the desperation I feel at having no capacity to fully articulate this pattern that I swear I see. I think it follows some sort of logical order, has rules, an outcome. But it doesn’t.