Venus is a Fake Bitch

Guerilla performance at Naturhistorisches Museum Vienna --------- It’s only since 2010 that the authentic Venus of Willendorf has been displayed for public. She was better off with a stunt double, back when an imposter faced the tumultuous crowd for her. When she was safely preserved in the archives of the museum, maybe in a box, dark, silent, without strange homo sapiens with strange smooth tablets blinding her eyes with their flashy lights. Of course she can’t move. She is frozen, still, for she is made of stone. Of course she cannot scream, she doe- sn’t even have a face, let alone organs to produce a sound loud enough to penetrate the highly secured glass. She is helpless. I’m pretty sure she’s dead. With all the probing and poking, silencing and oppressing, duplicating and decontextualizing and generalizing of her identity, of her essence, how could her existence have withstood? She survived the ravages of time, but she couldn’t have anticipated the bombarding of bastard duplications that would rival her. How could this figurine, only 11 centimeters in height and deprived of all her liberty, oppose clones that are 10 times larger than her, 100 times larger than her. Copies with faces, copies that can move, can speak, can dance. Reproductions that are softer, more vibrant, bigger breasts, bigger vagina, white smile. Imitations that are made of flesh.