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Exhibitions, Italy, Varese, 24 June 2011
The X chromosome is one of the two human chromosomes determining sex.The sex chromosomes are among the 23 pairs of human chromosomes. The X chromosome has a high gene density: it
represents about 5% of DNA in cells of the female where it is present
in two copies.
By size, this is the eighth human chromosome.
The pair of XX chromosomes determine the female sex.
The X chromosome is larger and contains many genes not on the same Y
chromosome, present only male. Length X chromosome: 154,913,754 bps.
The identification by the medicine of genes on the X is still in progress.
The identification by Exilentia Exiff of the devastated dignity of the woman archetype is stil in progress.
eXiff is a surgeon. She affects the skin of the woman creature meticulously, from which she removes mincing personifications and eradicates media tumors. At the end, she sutures through a photographic metaphor the strength foundation of all females, the silent and visceral power. She has fun in this game, because she knows not to ever stumble into the soul.
eXilentia is an archivist. She catalogues feminine design and perception. She pursues for aseptic environments, she depurates the simulacrum built over the centuries on the women images. Stunned, she questions the sociological categories, those strange structures approved collectively as the norm.
She laughs.
After that, she dusts the visual dogmas that writhes over the body of the ancestral female , over that ancient, roseate seed that generated Eve. That shell of flesh and psyche that seems to be forgotten, but instead it screams from the collective subconscious of the fairer sex, made of steel. That yell does not vibrate from the lascivious mouths, but from the milky ovaries, from the spherical mound, from asphyxiated sternum, tired.
“My name is woman.
Obviously it is so. I have no intention to change name just
before death.I have loved and wept, given birth and died.
I am the ancestress – I am a grandmother.
I was always more woman than person and now nothing will
change that”
eXilentia eXiff, “Femininity is a painful characteristic”
eXilentia eXiff scares the gender.
The male, the female, the human race itself.
She shows the reality, the one before Christ.
Humanity has amassed over time in a corner the whole of life, its differences, anomalies, the deep holes.
Nowadays, humanity only wants to see its reflection under a light of sour flesh immortality.
It pretends to make dissappear the fear of death with a beauty standard. To pull this nightmare away by showing only perfect, young body and faces.
This attitude allows humans not to admit that God’s creation is not perfect, to avoid coping with mortality drool.
After clitoridectomy and neurotic / burning entertaining shows in the squares, the guilty for the unavoidable end of life has been tatooed on the epidermis of women. They are the cradle of life for biological structure, but a clear incubator of fear of
death as their white skin gives the first sign of failure.
For this reason, the woman no longer exists. Her nature is looted, destroyed, overloaded. Her spiritual territories are burned , her natural cycles forced to become unnatural rhythms to please others.Her wrinkled skin is a mirror of the soul.
Femininity, yesterday, today and tomorrow must be a painful characteristic .
“Forgive me, for existing.
Come to me! I will tell You about how your life would be,
were it not for me.
You will be glad.”
Clarissa Tempestini
represents about 5% of DNA in cells of the female where it is present
in two copies.
By size, this is the eighth human chromosome.
The pair of XX chromosomes determine the female sex.
The X chromosome is larger and contains many genes not on the same Y
chromosome, present only male. Length X chromosome: 154,913,754 bps.
The identification by the medicine of genes on the X is still in progress.
The identification by Exilentia Exiff of the devastated dignity of the woman archetype is stil in progress.
eXiff is a surgeon. She affects the skin of the woman creature meticulously, from which she removes mincing personifications and eradicates media tumors. At the end, she sutures through a photographic metaphor the strength foundation of all females, the silent and visceral power. She has fun in this game, because she knows not to ever stumble into the soul.
eXilentia is an archivist. She catalogues feminine design and perception. She pursues for aseptic environments, she depurates the simulacrum built over the centuries on the women images. Stunned, she questions the sociological categories, those strange structures approved collectively as the norm.
She laughs.
After that, she dusts the visual dogmas that writhes over the body of the ancestral female , over that ancient, roseate seed that generated Eve. That shell of flesh and psyche that seems to be forgotten, but instead it screams from the collective subconscious of the fairer sex, made of steel. That yell does not vibrate from the lascivious mouths, but from the milky ovaries, from the spherical mound, from asphyxiated sternum, tired.
“My name is woman.
Obviously it is so. I have no intention to change name just
before death.I have loved and wept, given birth and died.
I am the ancestress – I am a grandmother.
I was always more woman than person and now nothing will
change that”
eXilentia eXiff, “Femininity is a painful characteristic”
eXilentia eXiff scares the gender.
The male, the female, the human race itself.
She shows the reality, the one before Christ.
Humanity has amassed over time in a corner the whole of life, its differences, anomalies, the deep holes.
Nowadays, humanity only wants to see its reflection under a light of sour flesh immortality.
It pretends to make dissappear the fear of death with a beauty standard. To pull this nightmare away by showing only perfect, young body and faces.
This attitude allows humans not to admit that God’s creation is not perfect, to avoid coping with mortality drool.
After clitoridectomy and neurotic / burning entertaining shows in the squares, the guilty for the unavoidable end of life has been tatooed on the epidermis of women. They are the cradle of life for biological structure, but a clear incubator of fear of
death as their white skin gives the first sign of failure.
For this reason, the woman no longer exists. Her nature is looted, destroyed, overloaded. Her spiritual territories are burned , her natural cycles forced to become unnatural rhythms to please others.Her wrinkled skin is a mirror of the soul.
Femininity, yesterday, today and tomorrow must be a painful characteristic .
“Forgive me, for existing.
Come to me! I will tell You about how your life would be,
were it not for me.
You will be glad.”
Clarissa Tempestini
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