Yesterday I saw a photograph of a pregnant Sinéad O'Connor wearing an abortion tee, and I was reminded that art used to give a fuck. A few months ago, Celeste Dupuy Spencer, an artist whose work I not only admired—she will undoubtedly be remembered as one of America's greatest painters—but whose activism in the face of deaccessioning was the sort of bravery that was nothing short of heroic in this moment, died at 46 years old, In my wild opinion it is that the insidious side of the art world killed her. I am 46 years old. I have wanted to die at various times in my life and I have to say I am a bit terrified of people who act like that is strange. My next nonfiction, Let It Be a Lion, top secret pages of which are attached herein and are going to you and the rest of the invitees before even my editor, began with my research into one's Right to Die, which is currently only legal in Canada, Switzerland, and the Netherlands. I have spent the past several years speaking, every day, to women on the euthanasia trajectory, and their partners, and their children, after they have died. I have read their journals and interviewed their families, and I have uncovered some wild secrets in ancient documents with tunnels stretching from ancient Rome to Israel to New Mexico to Washington, D.C., to Los Angeles, and back up the throat of every citizen of every country who did not ask for this fucking SHIT.

The truly smart people are talking. They are noticing who is going to which party, hosted by which oligarch buying collabs with the Sierra Club. Some of you on this list have been the truly smart ones talking about these things, and some of you have not. That's okay. That's why I'm here: to be transparent.

In the past few years, throughout the loss of a pregnancy and the ensuing financial and emotional devastation caused by the baby-making industry that should not exist in society the way it currently functions, throughout the devastation of finding out about tortious interference done not just by a representative of mine but by the woman who would have become the legal guardian of my child, in the event of my husband's and my untimely demise. And she didn't just tortiously interfere; she (and I am investigating the extent to which the other partners at her company were involved and or aware) used a cybersecurity firm to delete parts of my next (next) nonfiction book, because of the secrets it will expose about the people who fund the agencies that keep artists hooked up to tour dates and podcast spots like Matrix extras.

I have never really used Instagram to SHARE. I have used it to promote my books or show, mostly because that's what was expected of me. I have been a good girl my whole life. I have listened to smarmy fucks in corner offices since I was a little good girl, since my parents died and a couple of opp bitches decided to pluck me out of grief and force my chin to the grindstone, doubled over like getting a fucking mammogram nonstop for almost twenty years, worrying about the priorities of non-artists, who could never have the same priorities as an artist. How did it take me so long to realize that? This is not true of all representatives of artists. There are maybe 62 out there in it for the actual passion of their job, and not the status and control it gives them over other artists. But that's a low number, and I challenge anyone to tell me why the unhelpful ones are allowed to not merely exist, but to thrive, and keep their foots on our necks when we only want to breathe.

For the past few months I have been posting real things I feel, instead of sending that to my close friends, because I lost a lot of close friends who preferred patriarchal dealmaking to child-centered worldbuilding. And in these months where I started calling out to other artists, other people who care about something other than MORE, I have heard back from the people who have the MOST, and know that the only MORE to have is GIVING.

And by the way, I'm not looking for anyone to give away their money or stuff! RE-LAX. I LOVE nice things. I have been all over the world, in every country where my books were bestsellers or where some fancy cool person wanted to put me and my family up in some insane mountain chalet that we needed a stone-and-glass elevator to access, I have eaten the finest foods, I have felt the softest fabrics made by women by hand in Iceland and Singapore and on and on. I have excellent taste, so does my husband and kid. I didn't post the beauty because some of it was free and I didn't want other artists to be jealous but I realized that's a trap, it's ALL a trap. Can you imagine transparency and an actual veritable community of artists instead of an agency of artists. Why are agencies having parties for THEIR artists? I know the answer, and so does every brokeass private school in this country: to keep them in a managerial cult. Also, every single creator that I (another creator) was matched with was a man or a patriarchal women doing studio bidding, every time, by my very agency, who begged me back every time I left. That's not how art happens. That's how Maid happens.

In the past few months in fact I've lost a lot of the hangers-on, the people whose lives I was authoring FOR them, when I stopped telling their stories in the ways they wanted them told, when I stopped giving quarter to "fiscally voting for Trump." And everyone goes on about fiduciaries and money is important to this art institution etc, it's all a trap. That's why I also invited the gentlemen who began GiveDirectly, so they can also be available for a demonstration on how to give money to people who need it without first underwriting an AI company and telling your millions of followers to go do that. Come on.

It took me far too long to realize that truly little people can never be made big; what they want is far too small and small wanters make for lazy thinkers; anyway in that purge I have been in touch with higher echelons of artists, the ones who feel immortal already. Let me tell you the ONE SINGULAR thing that unites us ALL is not the boring flippancy of power, but the cashmere freedom of thought.

Actual verified galleries posted about Dupuy Spencer: "Let's ruin her." A Jewish female artist who was painting and speaking about the horrors in Palestine, and also about the horrors in multiple other war zones. Was deaccessioned. For one work and not another. It is a form of racism. Having your political feelings threatened within your art itself is not just a violation against artists; it is a violation of artist as a race of people.

I know we've got plenty of marginalized groups in this world, and plenty of the artists to whom I am right now speaking are well-funded because of their art and not because of inherited wealth. And I'm not saying inherited wealth makes you a bad artist; it just means you probably didn't struggle. Struggle itself does not make good art, but struggle (of any sort, interior, bodily, etc) does clear the slate and gives a person the stripes of what matters. If you have never struggled, then the gloss level of the paint will matter more to the artist than what the person experiencing it is feeling.

Everybody has always said everything I'm saying, so what's new? Well I'm saying it OUT LOUD, and I'm saying it here in an invitation that should be short and just say time and place, and then I'm saying it in my BOOKS.

And because one of my THREE upcoming books has already been attempted to be blocked, I realized it was vital to get all artists together under one blue sky. And by artists I mean saddle makers, hairdressers, homemakers, actors—human beings who have no interest in anything other than their own work and how their own work makes money or doesn't. That connection is so hyper-undervalued that I think art is suffering because of it. Oh, and also, I'm inviting a few publishers with deep pockets, so you can get a sneak peek at Bearing Witness, if an auction materializes in the bath house, so be it!

My father, a great doctor, was upset when I didn't follow in his footsteps of helping people. His dream was for me to become a doctor so that when he retired we could do Doctors Without Borders and travel the world together. He said to me: "How are you going to improve the world with your little words?" And I was like, "I'm gonna do something with my little words, goddamnit." And I'm doing it now, and I'm putting myself out here in this sort of wild way. As Muriel Rukheyser said, "Do you know what would happen if one woman told the truth about her whole life? The world would split open." I'm telling the WHOLE truth about my life, AND I am footing the bill for this party. I have less money than most of the invitees on this list, but I'm footing the bill because I'm Italian, and this way I can control the food.

The thing is, there are many truths out there, and many opinions, but there is one hopeful truth that I am betting the ranch on:

And that's why I'm branding this event Artists Only, and that's why I'm having a gallery show of female artists whose work is transcendent and bloody and vital right now, like Celeste's.

Imagine, a management company called AO where nobody takes a commission and you BYOL. Whatever, I'm just saying. Female artists can think of ways to save the world while milking their own breasts manually or with some contraption some dude made to feel relevant.

I also think we need to get really BINARY here. As in, Do you respect women and children or NOT?

I am sorry to have to say this, but actors and self-help gurus shilling AI is more prairie tradwife influencer than anything else. The reps are suggesting Sandy post about bangs like, and Reese. Be careful of who one is dating, who one is repped by, who one is controlled by. Your favorite artists are only the people you thought they were if they didn't ever do something they're worried about being uncovered or take money from someone gross.

As I mentioned, I am footing the bill for this event, much to my husband's chagrin. My husband is running for Congress. I refused to let him use any of our money on letterhead and egg cartons, and yet here I am, causing a goddamned spectacle. I am not trying to make myself into some kind of performance art—although I am, in fact, also doing performance art. Along those lines, as I mentioned, there will be a gallery amongst the vines at this sensational location, which will be sensational and stunning. Like, what if I just start talking like Trump, but as a woman, and like, I'm going to offer beautiful things, and I'm really going to mean it.

I'm going to see how that goes for me, and I'm going to start with this party. If, during this most recent Mother's Day, you didn't get to celebrate the magic of female artistry with your daughter or son or spouse or mom, please consider this an alternative, please also know this will be the antithesis of the Met Gala, in terms of, I have pulled this together in under a few weeks, paying for it myself to prove a point, also to the prove the main point of: if we can gather enough GOOD ARTISTS in a room with some GOOD WORLD LEADERS and some GOOD ECONOMISTS and some VETTED HEADS OF STUDIO and their children, that we might have a fighting chance.

I have been saying that was done to me by my former agency—that I fired over a year ago while they continued to pretend they represented me—has been akin to the Firm.

And just like Tom Cruise had to make his decision, between two evils, he INSTEAD chooses OPTION THREE.

That is what I am doing here. Thanks, Sorkin. Sorkin x Taddeo.

There will also be a sneak peek at images from my forthcoming book, Bearing Witness, which will have images embedded in the literature like WG Sebald on steroids. And these images are going to BLOW YOUR MIND.

It may not be the best party you've all gone to, but I think the energy is going to be um, lit. I know a lot of people will be at Cannes, going to collab parties of like AI warlock x Formerly Relevant Editor x Agency Warlock. There will be no AI warlocks at my party. I know a lot of reps are afraid that if I get all the artists together in one room—the mid-career artists with the crème de la crème artists with politicians who can move the needle—it is all going to come crashing down for them. SPOILER ALERT. They are RIGHT.

So that is the bet that I am making. That Truth and Kindness and Transparency among artists can lead not only to our salvation as artists and protect the very dying class of artist but also might lead to salvation for all humanity. That is the bet I am making—that if all of these kind, creative people are together in one room, with all of the power that we have and not the false flag power that the people who control us have, if WE THE ARTISTS can be in one room, imagine what we can do together.

BY THE WAY, I wanted to have this party before I found out my former agent had been doing what she was doing to me for years. But due to recent events, I've decided to move this party the eff up. Bearing Witness, which will sell more copies than the Bible—I say that mostly to eff with male-centered men and women who thought they would be the ones to lyrically top God—is going to detail all the horrors the art world allows, the way the non-artists suckle from our spirits while making us feel small. The way they suddenly produce jobs when we might otherwise starve. I have done more on my own than any one other person has done for me. To wit, I sold a television show for over a million dollars on a few sentences a week after I fired "the most powerful agency in Hollywood." And this extends beyond the art and book and publishing worlds. I have given no quarter to mendacious insurance companies—see the relevant pages from my forthcoming book, Let It Be a Lion, which is also incendiary, but nowhere near as much as Bearing Witness will be. I swear to God. ;)

At last, look, this party, come if you can, as you are. If you aren't available but you are the sort of artist who is vital enough that sending an emissary from your world would behoove the fete, then please suggest an alternate. Don't sweat it if you can't make it and know that you are someone I (and a few other notable individuals) think is a wondrously valuable creator, and a solid human being.

HOWEVER, if you are one of the VERY FEW politicians and studio heads and world leaders who I invited, and you can't come even though I gave you an STD a few months ago, then let me know ASAP please as there are about a billion alternates who want to take your place.