Katya Grokhovsky: no face

Feminizing the space. What does that mean? The Art School Project is literally located in a large empty taxi stand, or a garage. The space, according to most artists who have visited and worked there, is haunted. The energy is heavy. There is a small attic. We found a couple of pairs of men’s boots up there and some empty beer bottles. What happened here? Probably nothing but my imagination has gone wild and I went to darkness. I spent a week in a garage, working there everyday. I brought objects, I brought fabrics, I put pink tape on walls, I have jewelery and beads and craft materials. I bought a plant. I danced, I performed some kind of cleansing rituals. The energy is slightly changing. But there is certainly a ghost and it is a man. How do I know? I bare my breasts and the large garage metal door rattles violently all of a sudden. I speak to it loudly and it settles down. The ghost of a man, follows me, metaphorically speaking as a woman, everywhere and all my life. I couldn’t speak into the camera. I kept thinking of all the things that can go wrong in the place. I was afraid without having a ground to be. Just instinct , as a day to day hum of a background fear. Women are afraid men will kill them. Men are afraid women might reject them. This week I watched many movies about sex trafficking. I cried a lot and anger fuels me. I am without voice or speech. I tried to give a lecture as performance for the camera. I mute my voice as it hardly says anything of importance yet. What can I teach? What can I say? Accept.