The artworks of 2019

2019 was to me the year of pure creative joy. It was also the year of vivid colors, like hot pink, neon green and nuances of azure blue. It was the year where I made many feminist statements in my art – from my @ladyicona project of making surreal portraits of amazing female icons – to my “Ungagged” suite, which included imagery of personal victories in my trauma recovery and some brutal girl power!

I will continue to be loud, fierce and unapologetic in my art. I already have 8 pieces in progress which will cross over to the new year – and I have ideas for many, many more!

I wish to thank my fans and followers for your kindness, support and love that you have shown me this year. You give me such positive energy and I always put it into my art and hopefully it will return to you in the end. I am grateful for your appreciation of my inner Universe.

I also wish to thank Stan at PROIMAGES AB and Therése at Westréns Glas AB for their loyal support and service.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

NEW! “Red Story nr. 3”

“Red Story nr. 3” by Mia Makila, 2019. Digital collage. Edition of 5. Available.

DETAILS:

This is the third piece of my “Red Story” suite – a visual series about the traumas I am slowly overcoming. Instead of my usual perspective of examining the emotions of the survivor/victim (me), I am focusing on the crazy actions and bizarre behavior of the abusers. In the third story piece I am exploring the strange behavior of one of my ex boyfriends. Our relationship was based on a power imbalance. I lived in his house, he was a ‘master’ – dominant, in control, better, stronger, smarter – whilst I was made into a submissive ‘lolita’, a living doll, an object, weaker, dependent and isolated. This imbalance had many dimensions – it was economical, material, physical, emotional, psychological and sexual.
 
During our first year of living together in his house, he had a bizarre ritual of unzipping his pants right after he had served me dinner, then he would take out his (soft) dick and place it on the dining table and would just be standing like that for a while – so proud of himself and his ‘thing’. This usually happened when the family across the street (a mom, dad and two teenage boys) also were having their dinner and could see him standing like that, through their window. I would do what all good girls are supposed to do in situations where men make us uncomfortable – I would giggle.
 
But after I was out of this toxic relationship, I started to question this absurd routine. What was he trying to tell me – with his dick on the table, next to the food I was about to enjoy? What did he demonstrate? Was it an act of intimidation, a power demonstration, psychological abuse or perhaps an expression of a sexual fetish (with the eyes of our neighbor family as an important factor)?