18/02/2024
I have been brewing these words since last summer. Sometimes the emotions simply couldnt fathom the depth of this topic---the abuse towards women, the long and painful history, and the current welfare of women.
it was my third time visiting and passing through Almaty, Kazakhstan. I bumped into this thought and emotion provoking exhibition. I was shocked to learn that in Kazakhstan, if a girl experiences sexual assault, there wont be called as a crime if the ra**st or the offender is close relatives. There is no law protecting these women.
Also, the curator was asking crucial question about body autonamy of women. it reminded me an earlier exhibition by a journalist, showing the clothe that women were wearing while they were being r***d.
there was this general assumption, the women were being r***d because of how they dressed up. eventually those clothe were just normal daily shirt, pants, and dress.
What i found genius about this simple exhibition is that curator dressed the fake female body with white cloths that is only used for funeral. can one only feel safe when she dies?
at the end of the exhibition, I was unwrapping these white cloths with goosebumps. I felt i was burying the thousands corpses of women who decided to live a life that's unconventional, but eventually they were being outcasted, some were even killed.
The impact of the exhibition and the exchange were still creating ripples effect in me. Everytime, when i see how women doing restless shopping, feeling not enough in this blood sucking system, or seeing women paint their face as a religious ritual, struggling to looked "prettier" in order to please, to beg for affirmation, i think of the white cloth. the cloth represents death.