
I’m giving a modified version of my artist talk about the creation of self-media (Self-portraiture: Identity, Transformation and Performance) at the Ontario College of Art and Design (OCAD) in Toronto.
The talk is part of a 2000 level studio course called Making Gender. (March 22nd)
(I relate so strongly with this wonderful artist.)
“Beneath this mask, another mask. I will never be finished lifting off all these faces” -Claude Cahun
Cahun’s life was marked by a sense of role reversal, and her public identity became a commentary upon not only her own, but the public’s notions of sexuality, gender, beauty, and logic. Her adoption of a sexually ambiguous name, and her androgynous self-portraits display a revolutionay way of thinking and creating, experimenting with her audience’s understanding of photography as a documentation of reality. Her poetry challenged gender roles and attacked the increasingly modern world’s social and economic boundaries. Also Cahun’s participation in the Parisian Surrealist movement diversified the group’s artwork and ushered in new representations. Where most Surrealist artists were men, and their primary images were of women as isolated symbols of eroticism, Cahun epitomized the chameleonic and multiple possibilities of the female identity. Her photographs, writings, and general life as an artistic and political revolutionary continue to influence countless artists, namely Cindy Sherman and Nan Goldin.
(The following excerpts are from Self-portraiture, Transformation, Identity and Performance, a talk I gave at York University’s Visual Arts Department’s The Body: from Liminal to Virtual, an eight part speaker’s series of Canadian artists. This series was curated by Jon Batin. My talk included a visual presentation of over forty documentary and staged self-portraiture photographs. I gave the talk on February 9th, 2011. I also used some excerpts at an artist’s talk at Brock University on February 15th, 2011. This talk was curated by J. Paul Halferty.)
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The aestheticization of the female form and the performance of femininity is in my opinion the grandest narrative in the history of art and culture. Maybe architecture has a vaster lineage.
But the control, abstraction, eroticization and battle that defines, hierarchicalizes and rarifies The Feminine is an aesthetic narrative that includes but is not limited to art objects like paintings, sculpture, film, hieroglyphs, fashion photography, pop music videos, pornography and ubiquitous celebrity culture.
As an aesthete it is my intention to contribute to, to continue, to subvert, to deconstruct and to celebrate this lineage in the most interesting ways I can.
Because my work begins from a visceral impulse I used to think it wasn’t political. I was mistaken to think that politics was something that was abstracted out of the life of a transsexual aesthete who was primarily interested in the body, representation and transformation.
I now understand this work as radically political.
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At each phase of my life I created a new self-portraiture and a new shape-shift, a “new me”, a new social role, a new fantasy I wanted to be, a new fantasy I had become, a new aesthetic calling, to make real, a siren call to follow. They are all me.
Sometimes it felt like the only way to survive certain transformations was to document them, to create an art object.
Other times it was not being able to rest until I had iconized a hieroglyph of who I was in The Now. Not just a representation of my embodiment, but also a kind of energetic signature of what obsessed me, where I wanted to go in life, who I would be to make life “livable.”
A power image.
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I’m also really into reading performance manuals like The Secret, Anthony Robbin’s Ultimate Power and Awaken the Giant Within, How To Think Like Successful People, and The Power of Now. Some of these are spiritual books. Some of them are business leadership manuals. But they are all about performance to me, the performance of conscious thought, the performance of personal metaphors, the performance of thought to create reality, the performance of the elated spirit which can lead us to “success” or “enlightenment” or maybe they’re the same thing.
I do not know.
The books are fascinating to me though.
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I understand that in many people’s opinion I do not have an authentic body.
Some people do not consider me an authentic woman.
Other’s say that my femininity can’t be authentic.
Others do not consider self-portraiture to be authentic work.
Even my theatre training as a performer is teaching me to speak and breathe in a more authentic way.
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The role of the muse is greatly underestimated in our misogynistic culture.
The Guerilla Girls famously pointed out that only 5% percent of the artists in New York city’s Metropolitan Museum of Art were women, but 85% of nudes were female. Undoubtedly, this was their call for the museum to (rightfully) include more female artists.
But I also believe that women’s role as muse has not been taken seriously enough.
Salvador Dali’s wife Gala, for instance, inspired dozens of his paintings, and before him she was muse to Andre Breton as well as several other Surrealists. Her body, her presence, her history, her personae –whatever it was, she inspired these men to make art about her. Art objects begin to radiate off her body. But the power of this intangible creativity is not acknowledged in any kind of authorship or ownership over the objects.
The same could be said of Marilyn Monroe who inspired many photographic portraits with her body, her emotions, her history, and her social status as a symbol. She did not own them, and these objects went on to radiate into a powerful cultural iconography that has survived and inspired for decades.
This work, the creation of these objects –most often inspired by women, beautiful women, feminine women– however, is not considered a legitimate authentic art practice.
Musing is incorrectly conflated with modelling.
Silicone transsexual Amanda Lepore is another example. Her image and body have inspired famed American photographer David Lachapelle to create many of his signature works. Her body has alsobeen used to create fashion photography. Her face has appeared on a Swatch watch and on designer purses.
Like Marilyn she is contributing to a historical narrative of femininity. She is an international muse at the zenith of her contemporaries in many ways. Also like Marilyn she shares a reputation for being more of “a personality” than an artist.
For me, growing up, Madonna was the woman who leaped the divide between artist and muse. Madonna, one of the most photographed and filmed women in history, by many of the most esteemed image makers of her time. To me, she seemed assured that the reinvention, documentation and objectification of her Self was her own on-going masterpiece.
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I work with my voice teacher to find my authentic voice. My voice teacher is mezzo soprano Fides Krucker. I knew her for performing avante gard composer R. Murray Schaffer’s postmodern operas in Canada.
Personally, I do not find that my work with her is giving me a more authentic voice. The training enables me to find a way of speaking where I can relax and release certain structures in my body to let air move through me while I am sounding to instigate a certain contained unpredictability of emotion and resonance. It’s not more authentic. It’s more theatrical. Not theatrical in the sense of being more fake, or more over-the-top. It is more theatrical in that it is more compelling to observe.
The aesthetic imagination of opera has discovered a greater way of breathing. There is more room for breath in my body. This makes more room for voice. More breath inside my body also makes greater incarnations of myself as I continue to move through the phases of my life, each new me has greater inspiration (literally) than if I hadn’t had the training.
It also creates more tragic versions of myself. Not tragic in the colloquial sense. Not in the “that’s so sad” sense.
Tragic like in opera. Big emotions.
Because I think that everyone’s life is tragic. We all die. Most of us will get sick. We watch people we love grow old and die. Life includes much suffering.
So I think we need to embrace the Tragic. The bigness of life for what it is. To deny it is to let it crush us.
I have found that the performance of more compelling breathing very simply creates greater self-identities.
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Self-portraiture is the dominant form of self-expression in our culture. This cultural moment will be in part defined by it. It’s as prevalent as hip hop.
Facebook and Myspace have turned millions of people into self-portrait artists. Not to mention our pervasive interconnected performances of The Self.
Occasionally, while thumbing through people’s profile pictures –which are since the inception of facebook becoming noticaebly more sophisticated technically, formally and in their use of personal semiotics — occasionally, I come across what I consider a masterpiece of self-portraiture.
A generation of youth worldwide is growing up for the first time with self-representation and self-portraiture as part of their coming of age. It’s essential for them to be connected and interconnected to the way our world operates.
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(The following is a response to a question during the Q and A session following my talk.)
Q: Do you find the way you have looked has influenced the way you behave? Have your different bodies created new interior “you’s” when you recreated yourself? And, do you take cues from the way you look in order to determine how you should behave?
A: The first thing that comes to my mind is that when I first got my breasts done I became hypersexual. What most people would call promiscuous. I had never had attention from straight men like that before, and when I got my hips done I felt that for the first time my body wasn’t made up of external prosthetics that would be unwieldy when getting undressed during a one night stand. Also, my confidence
increased from each beautifying procedure, but only for a little while. It was a momentary high. Then when I had my breasts done a second time I felt a lot less sexual because there were complications and I lost sensation in my left breast. Now I understand that the amount of makeup I wear, big hair and exposed cleavage can symbolize that I am sexually available, on “the look-out.” But this is not the case. These cultural signifiers have lost most of their sexual implications to me now, and they represent an aesthetic puzzle I assemble daily. This body, although I am aging, is primarily an image I built years ago. It does not speak to the interior “fantasy woman” I want to be currently. Thus, the ongoing project of maintaining my image is as aesthetic as it is sexual. My extra-daily embodiment and representation inside art objects and art experiences is more interesting and vital to me now than what most people would consider day to day real life.
‘Transformation’ was taken in 2006 after I had a series of complications from my second breast augmentation and what was supposed to be my final cosmetic procedure. Approximately six corrective procedures were made to correct the surgical problem. Each of these failed attempts resulted in more complications. Ultimately, my left breast implant had to be removed in order to save my life.
This was one of the most traumatic times in my life.
At the time I was not really working a as professional artist. My only creative outlet was a series of columns I was writing for Fab magazine called T-Girl. I had no idea that self-portraiture would become an important aspect of my life.
I knew only that I was trying to make sense of my fractured body and life.
I contacted Bruce Labruce through a friend because I admired him greatly as an artist. I had seen beautiful nude images he had captured of amputees and was very moved by them.
Bruce agree to take the photos and also agreed to never show them in Canada. He showed them in German and Italian art magazines.
I never thought that I would reveal them. They were created out of obsession and a necessity to comprehend and survive.
I recently found the images. I had almost completely forgotten about them. I now understood the photos in a larger continuing narrative of artistic exploration around my transforming body that has involved documentation, autobiography and self-portraiture.
Despite its aesthetic being so obviously influenced by trauma, I see this image as an empowering hieroglyph that portrays one of the darkest parts of my journey.
In fact, I don’t always even see this as an image of me. I believe it is an icon of a triple goddess: Aphrodite (the Goddess of Beauty) who was born of the sea foam that rose from the blood of Cronus’ testicles when they were thrown into the sea, Artemis (Goddess of the Hunt and Phases of the Moon) whose Amazonian worshipper’s removed a single breast to better fire a bow and Hecate (Goddess of Magic and Divination) whose face is forever cloaked in darkness. These three forces –beauty, the hunt and the power of magic– have compelled my radical transformation.
In November, Bruce and I both agreed to donate Transformation to Buddies in Bad Times annual art auction fundraiser. The image, signed by both of us, sold for 1700 dollars.
The dimensions of the printed image are approximately 3 feet by 2 feet.
(Approximately five months after the photo was taken my breast was replaced.)

Photography by Inked Kenny
Surgical leather couture designed by Marty Rotman of Northbound Leather in collaboration with me.
All of the surgical leather, the prosthetics, the make-up, lighting and body painting was done to make me appear more surgical than I already am. How far could we push the aesthetic?
It should be noted that these photos were never complete in Kenny’s mind. He wanted to add a digital “finish” to them. I disagreed, preferring them as they are.
Like much of the work created about and from my body Liminoid is an attempt to understand and come to terms with my embodiment.
Single images from the series have already been printed in Inked Kenny’s gallery shows in Ottawa and Germany.
The printed images are approximately life size.
About ideaCity:
ideaCity, also known as ‘Canada’s Premiere Meeting of the Minds’, is an eclectic gathering of artists, adventurers, authors, cosmologists, doctors, designers, entertainers, filmmakers, inventors, magicians, musicians, scientists and technologists.
Fifty of the planet’s brightest minds converge on Toronto each June to speak to a highly engaged audience. Only 700 are privileged to attend.

Produced and presented by Moses Znaimer, ideaCity is not themed around any one topic, issue or business. There are no scripted speeches or, breakout or parallel sessions. Rather, everyone is in one place and in on the same narrative.
With extra-long schmooze breaks between sessions, and legendary parties each night, attendees have had an unprecedented opportunity to mingle with such notable speakers as Conrad Black, Barbara Gowdy, Michael Ignatieff, Douglas Coupland, Pamela Wallin, Pete Seeger, Robert Kennedy Jr., John Ralston Saul, Daniel Libeskind, Clayton Ruby, Romeo Dallaire and the late Peter Jennings.
About this talk:
“I am not attempting to manufacture a journey of empowerment.” Nina Arsenault instead discusses her work and its exploration of maleness and femaleness, as well as notions of “realness” and “fakeness.” She examines femininity as an artistic form and claims she’s not original; though admits speaking shamelessly about her objectification is what makes it so profane. Here, her commentary encourages us to admit our obsession with beauty, to complicate things, and to realize the ultimate beauty is in truth.
She Was Barbie: Glamour-Crack 1
(self-portrait as behind-the-scenes footage)
When I made this I was fascinated by celebrity footage I started watching on TMZ and other blog sites- uneditted paparazzi footage of celebrities. There is little narrative to these videos. Famous people, usually at least a bit fucked up, roll in and out of parties, they drive around with cameras following them, they are on red carpets, far away at an event or a bar. Everywhere is glitter, fashion, flashbulbs and the everpresent gaze of the camera. I found the videos utterly compelling for the aura of glamour, a magic spell of importance, they gave to the actresses even while they did the most banal or indecypherable things. Every nuance of the ‘celebrity performances’ I viewed became interesting to me. I laughed when I told this to my friend, Josh, who is a music video and television director, and he called those videos “quick, cheap, disposable hits of glamour-crack.”
The Daily Dish: Glamour-crack 2
(self-portrait as early morning TV appearance)
When I was asked to do this interview I agreed to do it if I could have equal shared rights to all of the raw video footage. I have been interviewed on television programs in the past who would later edit and alter the footage “to make good TV.” This editing often portrayed me in a way I didn’t feel was accurate, but was intended to make me (at the best of times) more palatable to mass audiences, more sympathetic, more understandable, etc. Sometimes, I felt that the people handling the footage revealed their own prejudices about trans issues, beauty and plastic surgery in how they manipulated the video footage (and me.) Sometimes I felt they handled the raw footage to hide their own feelings about my trans body which were apparent to me on set.
This video is my re-edit, andI radically re-editted the footage the station aired. I also added all of the titles.
Thank you to Amira for being such a great sport about it.
Drama Queen Nightclub Projection: Glamour-crack 3
(self-portrait as nightclub projection)
In June, 2009, I went down to Montreal’s to host the legendary Drama Queen party at Tribe Hyperclub. (Past hosts include Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, and Amanda Lepore.) I showed up a day early to shoot a video that the promoters wanted to project on the club’s giant screen above the dance floor throughout the night and on the monitors around the various bars.
I think the early idea was to get some sexy shots, runway, footage, acting like a Pussy Cat Doll, generally giving a fierce tranny effect. Typical “club tranny” stuff.
At the time I was really obsessed with David Lynch’s Lost Highway and Inland Empire, as well as Cindy Sherman’s Centerfold series. I told them I wanted to use those works as inspiration. I also wanted to do something discordant, a video that wasn’t what it was supposed to be, something that would critique what it was supposed to be.
This is what we came up with.
The video was orginally played on a loop so the director cut it again after the party .
In order to show it online I put this particular dance track to the video.
I love knowing that the first installation showing of this video was above dancefloor.
shoot / spread / stream: Glamour-crack 4
(self-portrait as fashion shoot)
David J. Romero took photos of me all through the video shoot for the Drama Queen night club projection. The idea was to create a fashion spread simultaneously. He produced so many images I liked that I wanted to turn his photography into another project so I put them on an image stream. In doing this what is created is a narrative of “fake” posed moments and “real” candid moments. Romero kept shooting whether I was ready for a close-up or not.
The above video ‘skews’ the reality of experience. Contrived and uncontrived visual moments were captured and now strung together on a timeline, but the actual shoot took about nine hours from hair and make-up to wrap. The telescoped version of time heightens the glamour of the shoot until it becomes abhorrant.
I’ve used every single the photographer took.
To see the series of photographs David Romero selected (and manipulated) for his beautiful series cut and paste the link below:
http://ninaarsenault.com/2009/08/photo-shoot-with-david-j-romero/
me performing as Jessica Rabbit at the tranny strip club where I used to work (2007)…
…”real men” (a detective) lusting after a cartoon woman in Disney’s Who Framed Roger Rabbit…
…photos of me modelling as Jessica Rabbit for anatomy artists at the Cameron House (2007). FYI- the dress is very painful to wear because of how small the corset makes my waist, and the sequins dig into my flesh.

The Broken Column
…even the most painful of the self-portraits are never maudlin or self-pitying, and her dignity and determination to “put up with things” is evident in her queenly carriage, her stoic features. It is this blend of directness and artifice, of integrity and self-invention, that gives her self-portraits their peculiar urgency, their immediately recognizable steely strength.
Of all Frida’s paintings, the one that most powerfully illustrates these qualities is The Broken Column (plate XXVIII), painted in 1944 soon after she has undergone surgery and when she was confined, as she had been in 1927, in an “apparatus.” Here Frida’s determined impassivity creates an almost unbearable tension, a feeling of paralysis. Anguish is made vivid by nails driven into her naked body. A gap resembling an earthquake fissure splits her torso, the two sides of which are held together by the steel orthopedic corset that is a symbol of the invalid’s imprisonment. The opened body suggests surgery and Frida’s feeling that without the corset she would literally fall apart. Inside her torso we see a cracked ionic column in the place of her deteriorating spinal column; life is thus replaced by a crumbling ruin. The tapered column thrusts cruelly into the red crevasse of Frida’s body, penetrating from her loins to her head, where a two-scrolled capital supports her chin. To some observers, the column is analogous to a phallus; the painting alludes to the link in Frida’s mind between sex and pain, and it recalls the steel rod that pierced her vagina during the [bus] accident. A disjointed entry in her diary reads: “To hope with anguish retained, the broken column, and the immense look, without walking, in the vast path . . . moving my life created of steel.”
The corset’s white straps with metal buckles accentuate the delicate vulnerability of Frida’s naked breasts, breasts whose perfect beauty makes the rough cut from neck to loins all the more ghatsly. With her hips wrapped in a cloth suggestive of Christ’s winding sheet, Frida displays her wounds like a Christian martyr; a Mexican Saint Sebastian, she uses physical pain, nakedness, and sexuality to bring home the message of her spiritual suffering.
Frida is no saint, however. She appraises her situation with truculent secularism, and instead of beseeching the heavens for solace, she stares straight ahead as if to challenge both herself (in the mirror) and her audience to face her predicament without flinching. Tears dot her cheeks, as they do the cheeks of so many depictions of the Madonna in Mexico, but her features refuse to cry. They are mask-like as those of an Indian idol.
(pg 76-77)
- The Broken Column

(the following text is an excerpt from Holy Terror, Bob Colacello, HarperCollinsPublishers, 1990)
That was the day that Andy unveiled his latest series of self-portraits. He returned to self-portraiture as regularly as Rembrandt, though I never thought he was trying to find himself. It was more like he was trying to leave an image for history of the way he wished he looked. It was another revision, another lie, though lies in their way tell other truths. These were stunning: double and triple exposure of Andy’s profile in negative, white on black, red on black, black on black. He looked like a calm, neat, beautiful ghost. It wasn’t easy working for a ghost, especially one who wanted to be calm, neat and beautiful, and wasn’t.
But there was something else in these self-portraits too, in the eyes especially, and you only saw it if you looked long enough: the fear, pain, and sadness that were always there, no matter how much Andy tried to silkscreen them out. (pg 373)












































