Being Niki de Saint Phalle’s Sister
Wake up, you sick bastards!
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Today’s random word is kiss and the genre is historical fiction.
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I’m a bit of a wimp, so when my big sister, Niki, suggested we shoot up her latest art, I thought she was joking.
She wasn’t.
Two very angry women, we’d been raised in an ultra-strict catholic home and sexually abused by our father… The good catholic’s kiss.
By 1962 we’d both been through psychiatric treatment, but anger boiled at the patriarchy’s violence — wars and greed. Taking guns into the hills, we blasted a world surrounded by toy guns, soldiers, cowboys, and Indians. Paint splattered and dripped!
Plastic people representative of those maimed and killed. Just a child’s toy.
“Niki de Saint Phalle used art as a rebellion against a patriarchal society and childhood trauma.” — Exhibition notes
