Picture a woman cornered and a bevy of men gloating at her discomfiture. And now ask what it would take to upend this power equation.
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The artist indubitably controls the work of art, but if the artist can somehow expose the seams of his own art it allows for a question to be raised; in raising it, we question both honesty and authority, which the so-called objective documentary so easily assumes