In his small (exceedingly scarce) collection of Spanish proverbs first published in 1733 (3rd ed. 1788), Catalan author Carlos Ros cites the following sentence about women:
La dona es tan mudable, com lo vent / de sus paraules, no faces fonament.
The same can be said of art...
Female body, landscape & signs are the themes of my drawings & paintings.
Oh, I almost forgot: I am white, European, hetero and male. I adore women. I am proud of being able to celebrate their beauty in thousands of drawings. Of course, in 2016ff., nothing is more politically incorrect than this and nothing more politically correct, at least for western "curators" than despising men like me for their male gaze. These barbarians consider "political" art as the only one existing.
Let me laugh at them, poor idiots.
What they don't understand is the following: 1968 has changed politics into culture. And some years later culture itself turned into fashion. Coolness is the liberal mask of monetized, fashion-oriented Neoliberalism in so called progressive environments. It's the culture, stupid! True, though not very precise, better say: It's fashion! Art has become a matter of cool stuff and detox food. What artists actually think, write or paint is of no importance. Quality depends exclusively on a tasty blend of Identity Politics. Only "deconstructed", "post-colonial", "nonmale", "nonwhite", "transgender", "hashtag" "activists" can be artists. They have to be young ("less than 35", as if young age was a criterion for quality), they have to be exotic & "other", they have to wear the newest rotten jeans & the coolest sneakers. No need to say that "Identity Politics" isn't a political category. Actually it is a very select branch of the new curatorial jet-set-fashion designed for the rich&happy few. Political victims, in this context, are not political, even if they suffered. For the new curatorial barbarians, political victims are sexy mascots, cultural top-models.