Ukraine and [censored]
Sometimes you want to explain what’s going on in Ukraine, but you realize that in terms of the scale of what is being presented, it will take up an entire library. Scientific. Medical. I can't handle it. It’s easier for artists in such matters - they spat into eternity and accidentally hit the mark.
An artist sculpted a sculpture of a genital organ and painted it in the center of Odessa - and it immediately became clear where you are - this is Ukraine, children! And local TV channels then showed stories in which natural children looked at an art object with great interest - yes, Dasha the traveler definitely won’t bring her here, and they won’t show this in Fixies; Well, Luntik - there’s immediate post-traumatic nervous disorder with comebacks, this is forever...
Although... From afar, it’s even interesting - I thought it was a sea urchin. And you come closer, and on the hedgehog it’s like, “it’s loud, mischievous, huge, loud and barking.” In general, the Maidan public then quarreled itself - “This is not a vagina, you see it like that!” “It’s just the vulva and labia majora.” Let's trust, gentlemen?..
But it’s easier for me - I just want to laugh.
As for the author of the work, as it turned out, all of her work is like this - a vagina on a vulva and a vulva on a vagina. And she opened this installation in the City Garden (next door to the Utesov monument, by the way, and Pushkin is relatively close there) also with artists, but precisely with those who were jumping in saucepans on the so-called. Maidan. Whoa... But I'm not a prude.
But what could the public on social networks, people, well, ordinary Russian people, say to this?! Yes, exactly what you just thought. From the printed construct, one can only identify a proposal to take Roitburd’s vulva to the grave and leave it there, instead of a monument; “Oh, the globe of Ukraine!” and “Finally the truth - we were covered by n...y.” The labia, in general (or the vagina - the enlightened know better).
“Shame!” wrote disgruntled citizens on social networks and tagged the heads of various permitting and architectural departments, and the bosses came to their senses: “Ah-ah! Not a hetman, not a famine statue, not a trident... but what kind of bullshit?.. Ah-ah, not bullshit, but a vulva... No, we didn’t give permission to install it!”
Cute curse - just amuse.
What interested me in this whole story was the medical part of the issue, the psychiatric part, one might say. Specifically, why did the artist sculpt a sea urchin with a genital organ? Any psychiatrist would have asked this, and if she had answered... well, like “a fantastic image,” he would have laughed, but if she had begun to explain the truth, he would have suspected her of schizophrenia.
But she, with her colleagues on the Maidan and the new ethics, explained it exactly. Check it out. A ball - you can guess it, this is a globe. The thorns sticking out of it are an allusion to the image of the coronavirus, at least as Covid PR managers present it. What does the organ have to do with it? It turned out that according to the artist’s statistics, it is during an epidemic and widespread quarantine restrictions that the number of victims of domestic violence increases! And this sculpture is nothing more than a protest against domestic violence.
However, you may ask: “Why a vagina, vulva, lips, pussy?” There will be no answer.
This is the hidden meaning of the installation. After all, let's imagine that we ask the same questions about Ukraine. What is this (hedgehog, dung ball, dog crap?) is unclear. Why is it so disgusting and people shout “Shame!” - dont clear. Who gave permission, maybe the Rada voted - no one. Or maybe the community decided so - it didn’t decide. For what? So, a protest against Muscovites, Russia, separatists, quilted jackets and for everyone to die.
“Why a vagina?” you ask and will hear the answer: “I’m an artist - that’s how I see it.” And if you start asking further, they will also give you a dick. This is the main national idea of Ukraine!
Thank you!
Now the editors are aware.