Angie Haniotis has been producing art since age 3 when she realised crayons could be used for more than just a colourful snack. Trained in Fine Art at Monash, she divides her time between painting, photography and graphic design, both freelancing and working part-time at a graphic communication studio.	Angie Haniotis
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Artistic Themes
Currently I am exploring the femme fatale - the age old theme, normally portrayed and explored by men. I'm exploring the irony behind the whole notion of woman 'ensnaring' men, supposedly deliberately with the yielding of her beauty, charm and feigned desire. From Eve causing the downfall of man, to the historical figure of Lillith in her many guises, to Keats' beguiling La Belle da Sans Merci, these bewitching and inherently evil women were portrayed as enticing, sexual beings whose sole purpose was to capture "unsuspecting" men who open their hearts only to be worn away by desire, or worse, actually killed.

Men think their fate is caught up in her rapturous stare as she slyly peers from the canvas, setting them up for an untimely demise. But is it what women are? or is it the man who bestows this otherworldly and fatalistically negative spin on "falling" for the feminine allure. Is it his fear of losing control, his manhood confronted by his obsession, a loss of rationality and inevitable exhaustion? Man doesn't want to fall victim to anything, intellectually or physically. A woman's irritable allure can see him fall to both.

The idea of the femme fatale is linked to man's unresolved and usually un-admitted misogyny. The often demonic power she possesses, explored from the on-set of sentient human life, has been bestowed upon her by man, and she has accepted the role as dictated by the undercurrent of consciousness through the centuries.

My paintings are not obviously sexual, but I find the viewer, especially if masculine, brings his own sense of awakened desire when peering at the mostly unaffected and seemingly unemotional stare of my female figures.