Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS
Professionally photographed by Citizens Photo
…wandering across the globe and confronted by the same system elsewhere, (for the State lurks everywhere)…it is a story of a never-ending search of self, place, peace, civil rights, dignity, respect, freedom, and functionality within a system that denies all of these things to you over and over…the system does not work for you…le système ne fonctionne pas pour vous… you have no rights…you are a slave…dependent on the mercy and kindness of others…and punished by those who are not kind or merciful and think they have some right to prey on you and keep you in a bubble, or goldfish bowl…as Blanche Dubois said in a Streetcar Named Desire…‘I have always depended on the kindness of strangers’…being kept powerless, where your sexuality becomes a tool to punish or keep you…in a cage…you are a FISH IN A BOWL, THAT IS BEING CONSTANTLY WATCHED BY OTHERS, (NO PRIVACY), AND YOUR RAFT IF LEAKY, YOU ARE SINKING…WATCH OUT FOR THAT SHARK…YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS PARADE AROUND YOU…REALLY MAKING FUN OF YOU AND MOCKING YOUR POWERLESSNESS…YOU MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT FIT IN WITH THAT SCHOOL OF FISH, THE NORM OF SOCIETY, YOU HAVE BEEN MADE AN OUTCAST, ALTHOUGH THEY DO REFER TO THIS EXPERIENCE OF CONSTANT HUMILIATION AND DEPRIVATION OF JUSTICE AND RIGHTS AS SCHOOL…SEEMINGLY IMPLYING THAT THEY ARE TEACHING YOU SOME SORT OF LESSON BY KEEPING YOU IN ENDLESS BONDAGE…
This oil painting is about State Torture. They isolate you like a goldfish in a bowl, on display for everyone because they constantly violate your privacy and have no regard for your privacy. The shark represents my ex-husband and the police taking a bite out of my raft (body). The octopus (eightpus, octopie, or atepus) represents the physical torture never going away, in fact staring obnoxiously and blatantly at me never-endingly. Staring me down. Down, down, down. The schools of fish in the background are the normal people, going about their everyday business and ignoring a political freak like me. And the superior flying fishies around my raft are the mean and cruel people who think it is funny to torture and abuse me by playing mind games, lying to me, controlling me, denying me opportunities, harassing me, and
—POKING— fun at me. They can fly because they are so superior. They are parading around my raft making fun of me. The big hand at the top of the goldfish bowl is God. Other’s might not love and nurture me, but God loves and nurtures me, because I am his child and I love him, so he loves me.
JANE À PARIS
Writing and Image Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS