Dear Viewers,
The following is a poem that goes with the artwork
Dystopia
When I was a little girl I expected everything... Those unreal things children think true... The future in pink and blue
Spending time to purchase acceptance... Buy me plug me in it's what I want... To be in the current, in the flow... To go where utopian females go
Girlish, groomed and gleaming... I wore myopic views... Instead of real expression... Of my un-utopian self
Walk down El dorado and ask the way... To Utopia from some corner... You'll go far if you look straight ahead... Have faith and don’t look down
Howling mad at the fraud... I bought and perpetrated... I piled the brush and resin wood... And set match to childish toys... Plastic bright and cheery as hell
Equally Yours,
Carol McLeod
THE ART
- title |
- Pressure
- medium |
- acrylic
THE CAUSE
The subject of my painting is the social pressure girls feel to meet a false standard of beauty. The airbrushed images of women in advertising creates an unattainable ideal that leads to self loathing.
Carol McLeod
