Images courtesy of Annie Rose
I got off the subway last Saturday at the Flushing G stop, found my way around a wide block, crossed a hidden parking lot and ascended five floors inside an old Pfizer plant to find my way to “Fatter IRL,” a “fat art show” in dystopian, industrial Brooklyn. All the way around the block, through the parking lot and up the five floors, I followed a pair cheerful young females who would have been tortured at my suburban white high school long ago. I’m no longer young, but I aim to be cheerful, and feel more so the more I feel there is more than one way to be a woman. I’m not fat, only nerdy, but I have a keen eye for the codes that mark one reject-able. Those codes take a harsh toll on women, where there are so many ways of going wrong. Fatness, where I come from, always faced contempt.
Curated by Rose Budz (Annie Rose), a writer, artist and sex worker, “Fatter IRL” is a show featuring all self-identified fat feminist artists, and it celebrates the visual work of fat artists/bodies. As described by Annie in the show’s promotion: “Rarely are fat bodies celebrated without exceptions or justifications.” The show’s title “Fatter IRL” is internet-code for “I’m fatter in real life” a rejection of the expectation put on fat people to shrink or hide themselves. [Read more…]