Publication: Tras la carne otra carne se pudre: mujer, enfermedad, feminidad y arte contemporáneo
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2016-09-22
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Universidad Complutense de Madrid
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Vivimos en una sociedad en la que el concepto del “yo” requiere de la existencia del “otro”. Por lo tanto, “la mujer” es el “otro” del “hombre”. Ser mujer significa existir para los demás. Maternidad convertida en único proyecto vital; piedra angular del éxito del hogar. Una mujer es vista como un objeto de deseo; como un cuerpo útil que amamanta a sus hijos; una mujer que satisfaga las necesidades. Eternas dicotomías hombre/mujer que ponen de manifiesto el modelo de opresión y coacción: cultura/naturaleza, opresor/oprimidos. Otra dicotomía posible: mujer como madre, o mujer como ser sexual. La enfermedad es dolor, lágrimas, pérdida de fuerza, asfixia, depresión. Pero el dolor es necesario; el dolor nos recoloca en el mundo y nos confirma como cuerpo, nos da la certeza de nuestra propia existencia. Todo el mundo enferma. Algunos con mucha más frecuencia que otros. Otros parecen vivir en hospitales. Por otro lado, rechazamos a los enfermos, quitamos de delante de nuestros ojos a los que sufren. Les metemos en la cama. Estar enfermo es existir entre la vida y la muerte. Es un estado transicional. Una persona puede estar vivo o muerto, pero no entre medias. Los períodos de transformación son peligro, desorden, desequilibrio, amenaza. Todo el mundo tiene miedo de la enfermedad. Es como si con sólo pensar o decir la palabra, pudieras infectarte tú y todo el mundo que te rodea. Tenemos estrictas normas estéticas: debes estar siempre sano, siempre joven, siempre fuerte. Los medios de comunicación imponen modelos casi imposibles. Cualquier persona que contradiga estas exigencias estéticas, que viole los códigos de la belleza, se encuentra fuera de la existencia cotidiana. Debemos recuperar la herida; dejemos que la sangre fluya; escuchemos los gritos de dolor; olamos la carne podrida disimulada tras la estúpida intención humana de ocultar la evidencia inevitable. No podemos evitar nuestra condición biológica, la finitud. No somos mecanismos perfectos; somos seres humanos imperfectos. Podemos cambiar este sistema. Mostremos la llaga. Aniquilemos la vergüenza de sentirse imperfecto. No nos avergoncemos de tener cuerpos imperfectos. Nuestros cuerpos necesitan cicatrices, y las cicatrices necesitan a nuestros cuerpos...
We live in a society in which the concept of the “Self” requires the existence of the “Other”. Thus, “Woman” is the “Other” of “Man”. Being a woman means to exist for others. So, motherhood becomes the only life plan; the cornerstone of the success of the household. A woman is seen as an object of desire; as a useful body who breastfeeds her children; a woman that meets needs. Eternal dichotomies such as man and woman/ have illustrated the model of oppression and coercion, which is appropriate because it implies a clear power relationship: culture to nature, and oppressor to the oppressed. Another dichotomy is: woman as a mother, or woman as a sexual being. Disease is amounts to pain, tears, loss of strength, suffocation, depression. But pain is necessary; pain relocates us in the world and we confirmed as the body, gives us the certainty of our own existence. Everyone gets sick. Some of us seem to get sick much more often than others. Others seem to live in hospitals. On the other hand, we all reject the sick, take our eyes off the sufferers. We tuck them into bed. Being sick is existing between life and death. It is a transitional state. A person can be dead or alive, but never in between. Periods of mutation present danger, disorder, imbalance, Threat. Everyone is afraid of illness. It’s as if just by speaking the word or thinking it, you will be infected, and everyone around you. We have strict aesthetic standards: you must be always healthy, always young, always strong. The media impose almost impossible models. Any person who contradicts these aesthetic requirements, who violates the codes of beauty, is outside of everyday existence. We must reclaim the wound; let us allow the blood to flow; let’s start listening to the cries of pain; let’s smell rotting meat of stupid human intention to hide the inevitable evidence. We can’t avoid our biological condition, finitude. We areńt perfect mechanisms; we are imperfect human beings. I propose that we change this system. Let’s show the sore. Let’s annihilate the embarrassment of feeling imperfect. We needn’t be embarrassed of having an imperfect body. Our bodies need the scars, and the scars need our bodies...
We live in a society in which the concept of the “Self” requires the existence of the “Other”. Thus, “Woman” is the “Other” of “Man”. Being a woman means to exist for others. So, motherhood becomes the only life plan; the cornerstone of the success of the household. A woman is seen as an object of desire; as a useful body who breastfeeds her children; a woman that meets needs. Eternal dichotomies such as man and woman/ have illustrated the model of oppression and coercion, which is appropriate because it implies a clear power relationship: culture to nature, and oppressor to the oppressed. Another dichotomy is: woman as a mother, or woman as a sexual being. Disease is amounts to pain, tears, loss of strength, suffocation, depression. But pain is necessary; pain relocates us in the world and we confirmed as the body, gives us the certainty of our own existence. Everyone gets sick. Some of us seem to get sick much more often than others. Others seem to live in hospitals. On the other hand, we all reject the sick, take our eyes off the sufferers. We tuck them into bed. Being sick is existing between life and death. It is a transitional state. A person can be dead or alive, but never in between. Periods of mutation present danger, disorder, imbalance, Threat. Everyone is afraid of illness. It’s as if just by speaking the word or thinking it, you will be infected, and everyone around you. We have strict aesthetic standards: you must be always healthy, always young, always strong. The media impose almost impossible models. Any person who contradicts these aesthetic requirements, who violates the codes of beauty, is outside of everyday existence. We must reclaim the wound; let us allow the blood to flow; let’s start listening to the cries of pain; let’s smell rotting meat of stupid human intention to hide the inevitable evidence. We can’t avoid our biological condition, finitude. We areńt perfect mechanisms; we are imperfect human beings. I propose that we change this system. Let’s show the sore. Let’s annihilate the embarrassment of feeling imperfect. We needn’t be embarrassed of having an imperfect body. Our bodies need the scars, and the scars need our bodies...
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Tesis inédita de la Universidad Complutense de Madrid, Facultad de Bellas Artes, leída el 5-02-2016