ruth

“dr. spetter”

dr. spetter

About Dr. Spetter

Ruth is inescapably entangled with the Unsafe House and is one of its birth givers. It was through the dramatic romantic collision between Dr. Spetter and Jaafar El Hazred that the fertilisation for the Unsafe House occurred.

After an almost 10 years absence, Jaafar drew Dr. Spetter back into the arts. After a disappointing experience at art school as a young adult, she decided she was not to be an artist. She did a bachelors in Sociology, with which she fell deeply in love. This was succeeded by a Masters East European studies. This gradually became somewhat of a struggle, particularly as Ruth met Tarik whilst she was attempting to graduate. The courtship dance with Tarik and his mystical world of art that followed, left her dazed and confused. She has once attempted to escape its claws but had to return, for love, for art. Jaafar had just enough time to take over and possess her so that her mind could not again be changed. All that remains of her junction to the academic world, is her artist title… for now.

Personal commentary by Dr. Spetter:

Is it my dumb naivety that I think this man is right about his criticisms, to understand his disillusion and anger towards the establishment? Is it stupid of me to perceive his arguments to align so well with my worldview, by appreciating the accuracy of his latent sociological comprehension of the world? And dumb, to assume that it is his only goal to set our lives on earth ablaze through the means of art, in an unapologetic, and grand manner? Or is there something darker at hand, something lurking beneath? I tell myself that it is my tolerance that helps me understand, sympahsize. My vanity tells me that I am brave enough so stand by his side. But what if this has blinded me to the evil transcending his art? Could it be that I have mistaken genius for something else, something that slips just beyond my grasp, something I dare not name? Do I not sometimes observe glimpses of the danger of his work? Then what am I, what do I enable?

Oh how often have I been warned about the perils of this man. Was I right to justify my choice, being a woman of my times? Or am I now entangled, caught in the orbit of a madman, extradited to his erratic desires?

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