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The Cancellation of a Brazilian Artist

5 points| razille | 1 year ago |thecritic.co.uk

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talldayo|1 year ago

> I am a Brazilian visual artist — or at least I was until I was cancelled in September 2021. My crime?

I don't understand. Did the police stop her from making art or did she choose to stop because nobody cared?

These "canceled" pieces always shoot themselves in the foot by not leading with tangible damages. I frankly do not care if the internet bullies you for sharing an opinion, I put up with that on a regular basis and I'm not even an artist myself.

razille|1 year ago

Maybe read past the first sentence - all will be explained.

trealira|1 year ago

She details what happens.

> I lost count of how many people were harassed for following me on Instagram and reported unfollowing me out of fear. They even looked up followers’ employers on LinkedIn. I had to delete all the online photos where I appeared with friends. Pages replicated my name with the adjectives transphobic, racist, and even Nazi. Death threats flooded my inbox, always graphic, with much hatred directed at my vagina and my mouth, calling it “dirty pussy” and worse, threatening to “cut your tongue, take out your teeth”. The profile of the gallery that represents my artwork was sent countless messages, with artists asking for my work to be burned or at least for the gallery to stop representing me. They flooded my daughter’s Instagram profile too.

> People threatened others via inbox if they had anyone among their followers who still followed me. Curators threatened artists, artists threatened curators, and negotiated curatorial and art texts written as payment for the heresy of having given me a supportive “like”.

Then she lists some of the consequences of this harassment:

> While I don’t receive as many threats today, the invitations for projects have dried up. Jobs in the art world are rare, if not non-existent, and associating with me seems to be considered criminal. I keep trying to hold my head high, but it’s increasingly difficult.

> After everything I’ve given to art, I now find myself unable to invest in my daughter’s education, the one thing my family did for me. It breaks my heart. It hurts even more to know that, for her safety, she denies being my daughter when asked on the street.