Haley Morris-Cafiero made a series called Wait Watchers, in which she sets up a camera with a self-timer in public and photographs not only herself, but the public’s reactions to her, as a visible fat woman daring to exist in a public space. (More on Wait Watchers here)
I looked at her website and saw this one first, but this whole project is extremely poignant for me.
Also, fuck cops.
Fuck cops forever
this series makes me so angry
And this is why I had an anxiety attack just thinking about going to the store. This is why I didn’t want to get out of bed for school in the morning. This is the reason why I didn’t want to exist anymore. This is the reason why I starved myself for 7 mos. This is the reason why I don’t trust people. This is why I always think people are shade until they prove otherwise. This is the reason why I’m sad most of the time.
I know I’ve reblogged this before, but I hadn’t seen this particular photo. Wow.
“In the doll house” by Dina Goldstein follows the success of her “Fallen Princesses” project. Doll House examines the less than perfect life of Barbie and Ken. Barbie is a super doll, the most successful doll in the world. Her partner Ken is grappling with his sexuality and finds himself in a loveless marriage. He struggles with his position in the household and faces his lack of authenticity.
Japanese-born artist Sayaka Ganz creates sculptures out of discarded plastics found in thrift stores, converting these unwanted materials into graceful imitations of natural beauty. For her Running series, Ganz created life-like horses in mid-gallop. “Japanese Shinto beliefs are such that all objects and organisms have spirits, and I was taught in kindergarten that objects that are discarded before their time weep at night inside the trash bin. This became a vivid image in my mind,” Ganz explained her interest in recycled materials. She collects multitudes of plastic objects, organizing them in dozens of color-sorted bins in her basement. She then decides what to make when she has enough of one color, referencing photographs of her chosen species to convey its distinct movements and characteristics. Take a look at some photos of her work below as well as a video of her process, images courtesy of Sayaka Ganz.
Self portraits as famous paintings
this is the best thing
Source: http://shicakemakesstuff.blogspot.com/2012/11/self-portraits-as-famous-paintings.html. Click through; there are more!
that is carved
THAT IS A ROCK
I have no idea how the artist manages to make it looks like not just cloth, but TRANSPARENT cloth. Amazing.
Hey Guys this is a sculpture of a Vestal Virgin, carved during the roman empire. its my favorite and is pretty fucking awesome.
I had the same reaction when I saw this motherfucker in the Louvre
I walked around that hunk of orgasm rock for a good ten minutes trying to figure out HOW.
b-but that’s not how rocks work???!!?
FUCKING BERNINI THO
The Irritating Gentleman - Berthold Woltze
I know that feel, Painting Lady.
My bus ride to and from work every day.
They never published the second picture, which was the one where she backhanded him in the fucking face for getting all up in her shit.
Oh great, good to know this has been a problem for HUNDREDS OF YEARS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DOING THIS ALREADY JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE
Everyone is overlooking something very significant in this picture, that I saw in two seconds, that adds a layer of super slime to his whole awful attitude. “The Irritating Gentleman” is a politeness.
She’s wearing all black in 1874. Black gloves, hat, cloak, and dress. In public. The whole nine yards. That’s not a fashion choice or a gothic thing. Back then when people wore all black like that, they were in mourning for someone who died. No one did mourning like the Victorians, that shit was an art form to them.
Someone in her family has died—she could even be a young widow. No one’s accompanying her either. With the carpet bag? She’s traveling alone while still in deep mourning. Look at the closeup. She’s got tears in her eyes. She is upset, devastated in a way that one is only when someone has died. And the guy’s still bothering her, like her problems are flippant bullshit and she needs to just smile or pay attention to him because ladies are supposed to be pleasing for men no matter what shit they’re going through. That’s not a look of “what an ass.” That’s a look of devastation that even in her pain, she’s expected to give people like him focus. She’s not mad. She’s hurt. And to add insult to injury? Everyone would be able to tell. It was a clear sign and still is in ways that someone is mourning, to dress in black crepe like that. He would know why she’s wearing all black, and he’s still demanding her attention.
What an insufferable dick.
I’m reblogging myself to add some comments from my mom. She’s a docent at the Portland Art Museum, and I wanted to see her take on this painting, given her art/art history knowledge. She said:
“Just looking at it I’d say she’s recently lost her parent(s). She’s traveling alone and is waiting in a station that would be considered too “rough” for a lady in high standing. The crates around her, even the behavior of the man would indicate she’s in a rough part of town. Also, there’s a tear on her face, so not only is she grieving a loss, she’s grieving a loss of position and safety in the world.”
Reblogging for that comment right there.
Judith, by Artemesia Gentileschi, a Roman painter in the early 1620s. Gentileschi was raped and actually prosecuted her rapist in court, and the trial went on for like seven months and she was verbally abused and harassed, she underwent a physical exam to prove her virginity, she was physically tortured to see if she was telling the truth, and her rapist was actually found guilty! But he was only sentenced to a few months of exile.
Shortly after the trial, the church said she couldn’t paint the Virgin Mary or any other religious depictions because they couldnt have someone who was raped painting things for the church. She then began painting things like this and in every painting she put the face of her rapist as the man being killed.
wow if i ever do a misandry mixtape sequel, this is going to be the cover.
OH MY GOD PLS
I JUST read about her in my women’s studies textbook this afternoon. Awesome lady.
Quick historical fact-check: this painting is called Judith Slaying Holofernes, and it’s from c. 1611-1612.
But yeah I majored in art history (SUPER USEFUL!) and Artemesia Gentileschi is one of my faves. I need her work on my blog.
Ephemicropolis (2010) by Peter Root.
Approx floor area 600x300cm
Stacks of staples were broken into varying sizes from full stacks about 12cm high down to single staples. These stacks were then stood up and arranged over a period of 40 hours.
OH my god I adore this.