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violence and vision
Aug. 10th, 2018 11:37 pmOn Pangaea, people wrote
“the two most important days of your life as the day you are born and the day you find out why”
Selamün Aleyküm, which is the Turkish spelling of the Arabic greeting “A salaam alaykum” and means “peace be with you.”
Alexa and Auriane 4ever
“Make a contract with me and become a magical girl.”
“there’s a deeper wave than this rising in the world, it’s called love.”
“it’s free real estate.”
“will climate disruption divide us.”
“i will never stop thinking of you”
“we are many, they are few.”
“what if your nipples had eyebrows?”
“who on Earth cares about a sick pigeon?” with a beautiful drawing of a rodo in flight.
“black lives matter.”
“if I’m to run the future, you’ve got to give up the past” or something like that.
“justin loves everyone”
“grab her by the heart”
“girls are the future”
Back in the 60s, white feminists had their own problems with class or biases, while the mainstream black men saw feminism as divisive.
Some things change, some things stay the same.
For The Women’s House, made for the women inmates in Riker’s Island prison and then deemed inappropriate when the whole place became a men’s prison and whitewashed over, and then salvaged and put on display elsewhere. It depicts women who were rejected by society as they reintegrate themselves.
To be an artist is a political act.
The Spiral Art Collective felt uncomfortable with a woman in it and only allowed Emma Amos.
Sandy And Her Husband
Emma Amos found herself closed off from the art world, as a black woman.
The observant will notice her self portrait hanging on the wall.
Dingda McCannon created her own woman warrior from recycled mini flag poles and a belt of bullets and hardware store junk, and were painted in black, for black people, red, for the blood shed, and green, for the fertile homelands.
Women of color found themselves working with and sometimes against white feminists.
Catlett: Target. Represents the killing of black activists.
Faith Ringgold, a self portrait inspired by Picasso.
Pushkin, by Chase Riboud.
The Liberation of Aunt Jemima
A video depicted racist stereotypes
Juju Bag For a White Protestant Male
In this, the artist imagines a white protestant male using a pair of rowing oars, a sweater, a silver double decker bus from Queen Elizabeth II’s silver jubilee, a Republican party elephant key ring, even though the frog has replaced their mascot to the delight of pretty much everyone who wears elephant-themed clothing and to the consternation of Matt Furie, stock certificates, a Mary Ellen doll with a shopping art as the perfect woman.
Dingda McCannon - Empress Akweke
Maren Hassinger, Learning
A dress made from white gloves.
Allison Saar, Sapphire.
With very little blue.
Reagan brought about a more conservative 80s.
In 2018, GBLT people, women, marginalized ethnic and racial groups, the eco-left, dreamers, eccentrics, and revolutionaries all make their voices heard, even if their voices go ignored.
Caitlin Keogh - Blank Melody, based on a poem by Charity Coleman.
Kevin Beasley uses old fabrics and clothing, clumps them together like an abstract Yoshitaka Amano painting, and preserves them in resin. A woman was talking about an assigment she had in high school, to bring in objects they were collecting, and then she wandered off.
There is a shag rug covered in castoffs of other projects, with five balls of underwear and socks dangling from shoelaces.
He draped fabric to look like hoods and cowls and scarves worn by invisible people. This one reminds me of Blade Runner. I have no idea why. Maybe because of the saffron-colored hoods those people wear in one scene. Or perhaps The Ghost of Christmas Future. I know I shouldn't bring that up in August, although once I've seen Christmas decorations on Saint Ajora's Day, which is still summer, and that's just cruel. In another gallery, the sound is recorded, where it is distorted and played through this, a conversation of phantoms.
Livejournal even reminds me that instagram links are ephemeral.
This thing is the height of a child, the head is proportioned like an adult and the shoulders and body fall away.
A lot of this stuff is from a specific store in Harlem.
This sculpture transformed your voices into white noise, so yo could talk or sing or make loon noises. It's called Strange Fruit, named for the poem and Billie Holliday song about lynching.
Faith Wildling grew up in a Christian commune in South America, where women were always always covered and there was strict gender separation, and she embraced feminism in her 20s because she never got satisfactory answers from religious conservatism.
Chantal Joffe, self-portrait with Esme.
Kantarovsky, Violet
Lucy McKenzie, untitled.
Two shadows contemplating a textured Mondrian.
Vik Muniz, mounds, depicting incongrous elements in heaps. Glass eyes, fish, dried seahorses, rotting raspberries, rose thorns.
Tara Donovan, nebulous. Made from thousands of strips of scotch tape. The description likens it to fog rising out of the floor but I see it as a mat of fungus.
Zoe Paul, a weaving on a discarded fridge grill found on one of the Greek islands.
Deconstructed camera.
i met a woman with constellations tattooed on her arm: Cancer, Scorpius, Aquarius, and Gemini. I’d recognize Cancer, Scorpius, and Gemini, but not Aquarius. And you’re probably thinking “wait a minute, Cancer and Gemini are nowhere near Aquarius and Scorpius,” and you’d be right but they represent the zodiac signs of her family members, not the night sky.
One of the docents had polka-dot socks and a spiral tattoo.
In the mid-room, they asked about revolutions.
People wrote “humans are innate revolutionaries.”
“Say no to jokes and humilation about your gender and culture and sexual orientation from anyone who doesn’t understand.”
“yes I can vote”
“expressing myself through speech, through music, through hair, through style”
“change what is oppresive.”
“young adults today are being treated with respect. when our parents and grandparents were young, they were silenced.”
And stuff in Spanish, some about Venezuela probably encouraging an uprising against populism and Bolivarism. Lift up your hearts, as Ecuador rejected populism and is giving Assange the boot.
The cultural wars are over and we’ve won.
I met another shih tzu, who was mostly white with brown spots.
The band Tupahn, led by Ronaldo Tupahn Carniero da Silva, was playing Afro-Brazilian electric guitar music near Harbor Towers, and there was another klezmer ensemble with clarinet, accordion, and acoustic guitar.
I was planning to eat at Siam Bistro but then I saw that a new place, Kala Thai, is open, and their prices are good, and I saw that it had mango salad, which is quite delicious, and was made with mango, red onion, cilantro, scallion, chili flakes, carrots, Chinese celery, and cashews. With some kind of vinegary dressing. They don’t have as much selection as other places I've been but what they do have looks good. Also, I’m not sure if the eggplant in their green curry is the Thai eggplant or the standard aubergine. The only place I’ve ever seen Thai eggplants are in Trader Joe’s green shrimp curry, which was discontinued long long ago.
There is also a halal market and shawarma/pizza place nearby.
A woman waiting for the silver line had a tattoo of a serotonin molecule, an ankh necklace and a spiked choker.
I spent a few seconds staring at one of the doors before realizing “oh, I came FROM Haymarket,” which I don’t usually do, “there’s naught but a wall there.”
The train was there but I ran in.
Jill was like “made it” to me and was listening to Lady Gaga when her phone died. The other guy I drew got off the train at Broadway. She says that I’ll have to find him again, and I said it’s happened before.
I had to draw Brianna because her t-shirt said "It's Friday!" and depicted Jason triumphantly wielding a bloody axe and machete. She had a necklace that depicted a hormone responsible for dreaming.
There’s at least one Friday the 13th every year and I can prove it mathematically.
So, let’s say January 13th is zeroday. What’s Zeroday, you ask? Who cares? It doesn’t matter. February 13 is Threeday, March 13 is also Threeday, April 13 is Sixday, May 13 is Oneday, June 13 is Fourday, July 13 is Sixday, August 13 is Twoday, September 13 is Fiveday, October 13 is Zeroday, November 13 is Threeday, and December 13 is Fiveday.
It’s slightly different for leap years.
Kym knows someone who can tell you what day of the week a specific date was.
I’ve heard that it only works between 1901 and 2099 because of the fact that years that are divisible by 100 but not by 400 aren’t leap years and that screws up everything but I might be wrong, or maybe you could do some more math and extrapolate further.
She says you can go back to whenever the Gregorian calendar began.
Brianna has a bag with video game stuff on it. I thought it was Zelda because of pixillated swords and magic books and hearts, but it also had robots and I don’t remember any Zelda games having robots in them. There was a high-tech dieselpunk dungeon in Majora’s Mask which I got through without the help of a guide and I always like to point that out along with the fact that it took me weeks to get through the Spirit Temple and weeks to get to the Fire Temple.
Casssidy has rainbow pants. They had intricate patterns on them.
They have a yellow lab named Splash who loves water but is afraid of everything else, including terriers. Kym told me about a great dane mastiff mix they had who was also super skittish, even though he was 190 pounds and came up to Cassidy’s navel. She told me about the time Boston had a bunch of painted cows throughout the city and how the dog was afraid of them. That was in 2005 and they have an official site still.
They just got back from a trip to New York City and recently visited South Africa, where, after decades of people feeding baboons, baboons associate humans with food and break into their houses.
Meanwhile, in "you can't make this shit up" news, the man who started a wildfire had posted QAnon ravings and meanwhile, every other idiot believer in QAnon like Shadowdancer Duskstar is saying it's part of a conspiracy to discredit them. I was more surprised to find that Ashley still wants nothing to do with me than I was to find that Shadowdancer Duskstar believes in QAnon.
Kurt Vonnegut would throw down his pen and say that he couldn't write anything as absurd as real life.
burning question: what if your nipples had eyebrows?
“the two most important days of your life as the day you are born and the day you find out why”
Selamün Aleyküm, which is the Turkish spelling of the Arabic greeting “A salaam alaykum” and means “peace be with you.”
Alexa and Auriane 4ever
“Make a contract with me and become a magical girl.”
“there’s a deeper wave than this rising in the world, it’s called love.”
“it’s free real estate.”
“will climate disruption divide us.”
“i will never stop thinking of you”
“we are many, they are few.”
“what if your nipples had eyebrows?”
“who on Earth cares about a sick pigeon?” with a beautiful drawing of a rodo in flight.
“black lives matter.”
“if I’m to run the future, you’ve got to give up the past” or something like that.
“justin loves everyone”
“grab her by the heart”
“girls are the future”
Back in the 60s, white feminists had their own problems with class or biases, while the mainstream black men saw feminism as divisive.
Some things change, some things stay the same.
For The Women’s House, made for the women inmates in Riker’s Island prison and then deemed inappropriate when the whole place became a men’s prison and whitewashed over, and then salvaged and put on display elsewhere. It depicts women who were rejected by society as they reintegrate themselves.
To be an artist is a political act.
The Spiral Art Collective felt uncomfortable with a woman in it and only allowed Emma Amos.
Sandy And Her Husband
Emma Amos found herself closed off from the art world, as a black woman.
The observant will notice her self portrait hanging on the wall.
Dingda McCannon created her own woman warrior from recycled mini flag poles and a belt of bullets and hardware store junk, and were painted in black, for black people, red, for the blood shed, and green, for the fertile homelands.
Women of color found themselves working with and sometimes against white feminists.
Catlett: Target. Represents the killing of black activists.
Faith Ringgold, a self portrait inspired by Picasso.
Pushkin, by Chase Riboud.
The Liberation of Aunt Jemima
A video depicted racist stereotypes
Juju Bag For a White Protestant Male
In this, the artist imagines a white protestant male using a pair of rowing oars, a sweater, a silver double decker bus from Queen Elizabeth II’s silver jubilee, a Republican party elephant key ring, even though the frog has replaced their mascot to the delight of pretty much everyone who wears elephant-themed clothing and to the consternation of Matt Furie, stock certificates, a Mary Ellen doll with a shopping art as the perfect woman.
Dingda McCannon - Empress Akweke
Maren Hassinger, Learning
A dress made from white gloves.
Allison Saar, Sapphire.
With very little blue.
Reagan brought about a more conservative 80s.
In 2018, GBLT people, women, marginalized ethnic and racial groups, the eco-left, dreamers, eccentrics, and revolutionaries all make their voices heard, even if their voices go ignored.
Caitlin Keogh - Blank Melody, based on a poem by Charity Coleman.
Kevin Beasley uses old fabrics and clothing, clumps them together like an abstract Yoshitaka Amano painting, and preserves them in resin. A woman was talking about an assigment she had in high school, to bring in objects they were collecting, and then she wandered off.
There is a shag rug covered in castoffs of other projects, with five balls of underwear and socks dangling from shoelaces.
He draped fabric to look like hoods and cowls and scarves worn by invisible people. This one reminds me of Blade Runner. I have no idea why. Maybe because of the saffron-colored hoods those people wear in one scene. Or perhaps The Ghost of Christmas Future. I know I shouldn't bring that up in August, although once I've seen Christmas decorations on Saint Ajora's Day, which is still summer, and that's just cruel. In another gallery, the sound is recorded, where it is distorted and played through this, a conversation of phantoms.
Livejournal even reminds me that instagram links are ephemeral.
This thing is the height of a child, the head is proportioned like an adult and the shoulders and body fall away.
A lot of this stuff is from a specific store in Harlem.
This sculpture transformed your voices into white noise, so yo could talk or sing or make loon noises. It's called Strange Fruit, named for the poem and Billie Holliday song about lynching.
Faith Wildling grew up in a Christian commune in South America, where women were always always covered and there was strict gender separation, and she embraced feminism in her 20s because she never got satisfactory answers from religious conservatism.
Chantal Joffe, self-portrait with Esme.
Kantarovsky, Violet
Lucy McKenzie, untitled.
Two shadows contemplating a textured Mondrian.
Vik Muniz, mounds, depicting incongrous elements in heaps. Glass eyes, fish, dried seahorses, rotting raspberries, rose thorns.
Tara Donovan, nebulous. Made from thousands of strips of scotch tape. The description likens it to fog rising out of the floor but I see it as a mat of fungus.
Zoe Paul, a weaving on a discarded fridge grill found on one of the Greek islands.
Deconstructed camera.
i met a woman with constellations tattooed on her arm: Cancer, Scorpius, Aquarius, and Gemini. I’d recognize Cancer, Scorpius, and Gemini, but not Aquarius. And you’re probably thinking “wait a minute, Cancer and Gemini are nowhere near Aquarius and Scorpius,” and you’d be right but they represent the zodiac signs of her family members, not the night sky.
One of the docents had polka-dot socks and a spiral tattoo.
In the mid-room, they asked about revolutions.
People wrote “humans are innate revolutionaries.”
“Say no to jokes and humilation about your gender and culture and sexual orientation from anyone who doesn’t understand.”
“yes I can vote”
“expressing myself through speech, through music, through hair, through style”
“change what is oppresive.”
“young adults today are being treated with respect. when our parents and grandparents were young, they were silenced.”
And stuff in Spanish, some about Venezuela probably encouraging an uprising against populism and Bolivarism. Lift up your hearts, as Ecuador rejected populism and is giving Assange the boot.
The cultural wars are over and we’ve won.
I met another shih tzu, who was mostly white with brown spots.
The band Tupahn, led by Ronaldo Tupahn Carniero da Silva, was playing Afro-Brazilian electric guitar music near Harbor Towers, and there was another klezmer ensemble with clarinet, accordion, and acoustic guitar.
I was planning to eat at Siam Bistro but then I saw that a new place, Kala Thai, is open, and their prices are good, and I saw that it had mango salad, which is quite delicious, and was made with mango, red onion, cilantro, scallion, chili flakes, carrots, Chinese celery, and cashews. With some kind of vinegary dressing. They don’t have as much selection as other places I've been but what they do have looks good. Also, I’m not sure if the eggplant in their green curry is the Thai eggplant or the standard aubergine. The only place I’ve ever seen Thai eggplants are in Trader Joe’s green shrimp curry, which was discontinued long long ago.
There is also a halal market and shawarma/pizza place nearby.
A woman waiting for the silver line had a tattoo of a serotonin molecule, an ankh necklace and a spiked choker.
I spent a few seconds staring at one of the doors before realizing “oh, I came FROM Haymarket,” which I don’t usually do, “there’s naught but a wall there.”
The train was there but I ran in.
Jill was like “made it” to me and was listening to Lady Gaga when her phone died. The other guy I drew got off the train at Broadway. She says that I’ll have to find him again, and I said it’s happened before.
I had to draw Brianna because her t-shirt said "It's Friday!" and depicted Jason triumphantly wielding a bloody axe and machete. She had a necklace that depicted a hormone responsible for dreaming.
There’s at least one Friday the 13th every year and I can prove it mathematically.
So, let’s say January 13th is zeroday. What’s Zeroday, you ask? Who cares? It doesn’t matter. February 13 is Threeday, March 13 is also Threeday, April 13 is Sixday, May 13 is Oneday, June 13 is Fourday, July 13 is Sixday, August 13 is Twoday, September 13 is Fiveday, October 13 is Zeroday, November 13 is Threeday, and December 13 is Fiveday.
It’s slightly different for leap years.
Kym knows someone who can tell you what day of the week a specific date was.
I’ve heard that it only works between 1901 and 2099 because of the fact that years that are divisible by 100 but not by 400 aren’t leap years and that screws up everything but I might be wrong, or maybe you could do some more math and extrapolate further.
She says you can go back to whenever the Gregorian calendar began.
Brianna has a bag with video game stuff on it. I thought it was Zelda because of pixillated swords and magic books and hearts, but it also had robots and I don’t remember any Zelda games having robots in them. There was a high-tech dieselpunk dungeon in Majora’s Mask which I got through without the help of a guide and I always like to point that out along with the fact that it took me weeks to get through the Spirit Temple and weeks to get to the Fire Temple.
Casssidy has rainbow pants. They had intricate patterns on them.
They have a yellow lab named Splash who loves water but is afraid of everything else, including terriers. Kym told me about a great dane mastiff mix they had who was also super skittish, even though he was 190 pounds and came up to Cassidy’s navel. She told me about the time Boston had a bunch of painted cows throughout the city and how the dog was afraid of them. That was in 2005 and they have an official site still.
They just got back from a trip to New York City and recently visited South Africa, where, after decades of people feeding baboons, baboons associate humans with food and break into their houses.
Meanwhile, in "you can't make this shit up" news, the man who started a wildfire had posted QAnon ravings and meanwhile, every other idiot believer in QAnon like Shadowdancer Duskstar is saying it's part of a conspiracy to discredit them. I was more surprised to find that Ashley still wants nothing to do with me than I was to find that Shadowdancer Duskstar believes in QAnon.
Kurt Vonnegut would throw down his pen and say that he couldn't write anything as absurd as real life.
burning question: what if your nipples had eyebrows?
