I always feel guilty that I differ from most of my Maltese family of artists as I don’t really paint landscapes of our beloved little island. Although I appreciate the scenes and lovely buildings, it just isn’t my line. But I decided to make a painting about Malta without our lovely little boats and rocky coasts so I focused on 4 things-
1.The heat- Our Incredible heatwaves, those when you feel like you are melting . That kind of heat that you start sweating right after you come out of a cold shower.
2.Prickly Pears- What would Maltese landscape and summer be without prickly pears? Not a Maltese summer of course.
3.The Religious paraphernalia- Catholic churches all over the place…. everyone prays when in need.
4. Plants in the yard. – I have never seen a Maltese yard without a couple of pots with some lovely plants in it.
As you might have guessed the image of the girl was taken from a pornographic cinema poster from the City lights collection.
But unlike what most people think, this painting is not just about sex in the heat.
It is a a painting about the repercussions of sex for a woman. Unlike a man, a woman looses her value if she expresses her sexuality. Sex , apart from pleasure, makes babies. Giving birth is like sitting on a prickly pear cactus in extreme heat and pain in front of an audience.
Deciding to keep the baby or not is subject to a very judgemental audience as well. The abortion debate has the world divided.
Loosing the baby by miscarriage is also extremely painful and facing the audience is just as painful, not to mention the void and pain one might feel.
Other women are kidnapped and made to sell their sexuality on the streets, some are beaten into sexual slavery by their own husbands. That must be very painful.
I am tired of being so unequal to men. I am tired of being an object of sexual desire and then made to repress my sexuality.
I am tired of hearing about girls being kidnapped and pimped on the streets or of others who are beaten into submission and made to prostitute themselves and never find the support they deserve. I am tired of hearing about the atrocities of backyard abortions gone wrong. I am sick and tired of seeing women cry and feel shamed for needing IVF.
No matter what everyone says, I feel that God is there for us all. He is there for the whore as much as he is there for the woman who lost her child. God is looking over the woman who is struggling and deciding whether to keep her baby or not and trying to help her out and find the best possible solution for her and her child.
Sex for us women is just not what it is for men. It is a painful ordeal, the cross we have to bear ,for being women.
And don’t forget we have to shave our legs…………