Love letter from 1913 that opens up to form an art gallery.
Yes! I need breakfast gum because sometimes it’s too early or I’m too sad for mint. There’s only so much jerky can do
They need to create a gum that tastes like Vegemite on toast. I've had enough of mint.
Die Sinnlichkeit (The sensuality), Franz von Stuck, 1891
We were watching the glass blowing competition show on netflix because it's really cool to see those talented artists do their thing...
But I will NEVER forgive the judges for eliminating an amazing artist who's concept was that plastic hamster tubes are actually dangerous for hamsters yet they are normalized in our society so they made a beautiful glass rendition of an endless loop of colorful hamster tubes as an expression of how we can be trapped by society in a loop of behavior that is normalized but actually killing us
And the judges were like "this isnt DEEP ENOUGH" because they dont care enough about hamsters to learn and interpret the artist's statement at the level it was meant for.
They literally saw the glass renditions of colorful tubes that represent suffering and being trapped in a glossy predesigned hell and went "this is too normal and isnt saying anything important actually" Fuck them!!!!
Anyways Gemma should have won and I'm so happy to see that she didn't let it stop her amazing concept and she continued with it outside of the time constraints of the show. Fuck yes Gemma
If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals
Four Horses, details from a 17th century Persian manuscript.
nights lately
if you want to create but feel intimidated and overwhelmed, you're forgetting something: good art doesn't exist. all art is terrible. every story and song and movie and picture is worse than the one before it and all artists should be in prisom
some of my favorite woven tapestries, by Cecilia Blomberg:
Point Defiance Steps
Mates
Rising Tides
Vashon Steps
Alke and the Wedding Flowers I - Jesse Dayan , 2024.
Australian , b. 1982 -
Oil on linen , 40 x 30 cm.
Working my way through the mending pile
And believing in myself.Art, poetry, late night ramblings
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