Where is the feminist voice in our art world? My Thursday Confession

Seriously, every time I think I have this clarity on where I fall in this postmodernist/feministic place, I find that I am still back there somewhere. Am I a feminist in a postmodern era or a modernist in a post feminist society? I feel this floating is not without merit; where is the feminist voice in our art world? Perhaps this is nothing more than equality, but how does this influence women? In my flux of unwanted wondering if I was a feminist or not, I went to Lucy Lippard's writings for answers. She has been a voice of significance since I lived in Santa Fe. She has a way of connecting dots about the constant go between of art and life and back to art.

What does the work of a feminist look like? Is it the artist, who has declared her feminism, produce work that inherently is feministic or is it the art illustrating feminism that make an feministic artist. Depends on your perspective just isn't satisfying my query. And, I think, much of this confusion is because we have stopped talking about the fundamental stones of feminism. We need to reconvene in this conversation. Lean In can not be our pinnacle of conversation, though at least Sandburg has brought some focus back to the topic despite her disconnect with many of the struggles of women today.  We are still underpaid and, sorry, but that glass ceiling has not broken. Metaphorically, women have been "welcomed" into the board room, but gender bias is still alive and well.

Wonder what Lippard would say?

This week my art confessional is Lippard's book: The Pink Glass Swan. Yes, it's been almost a decade since the first edition, but who else has such insight with the except of Guerrilla Girls?