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MAY THAT NUCLEAR WAR BE CURSED! (1978)
MAIDEN PLAYS THE LUTE AND WAITS FOR HER BELOVED (1982)
EARED BEAST GRASPED A CRUSTACEAN (1983)
ANOTHER BEAST HAS RUN INTO FLOWERS (1983)
MAY I GIVE THIS UKRAINIAN BREAD TO ALL PEOPLE IN THIS BIG WIDE WORLD (1982)
About 25 paintings by Ukrainian artist Maria Pryimachenko were destroyed in a fire at a museum near Kyiv
Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse
“To make bread or love, to dig in the earth, to feed an animal or cook for a stranger—these activities require no extensive commentary, no lucid theology. All they require is someone willing to bend, reach, chop, stir. Most of these tasks are so full of pleasure that there is no need to complicate things by calling them holy. And yet these are the same activities that change lives, sometimes all at once and sometimes more slowly, the way dripping water changes stone. In a world where faith is often construed as a way of thinking, bodily practices remind the willing that faith is a way of life.”
— Barbara Brown Taylor (via lesgardenias)
de chirico painting made for a magazine competition i found in a weird pdf but cant find anywhere else. he suffered from extreme migraines
IKEA Croydon, streetview screenshot
Stuart Middleton Lock up, 2015 card, glue, acrylic paint, ink, olive oil, pencil crayon, plastic bag, spray paint 20 x 35 x 10 cm
John Russell Untitled (Box), 2015 Oil on cardboard packaging 8.25 x 5.5 x 2.5 inches (20.96 x 13.97 x 6.35 cm)
When, in 1990, George H.W. Bush signed the Indian Arts and Crafts Act, a truth-in-advertising law that requires galleries selling work by American Indians to provide documentary proof of the artist’s tribal affiliation, Durham, who had long refused to register as a member of the Cherokee Nation, had two exhibitions cancelled by galleries specializing in American Indian art. He made the following statement at the time, one that mocks the question of affiliation, identity, and authenticity:
“I am a full-blood contemporary artist, of the subgroup (or clan) called sculptors. I am not an American Indian, nor have I ever seen or sworn loyalty to India. I am not a ‘Native American,’ nor do I feel that ‘America’ has any right to either name me or un-name me. I have previously stated that I should be considered a mixed-blood; that is, I claim to be a male, but only one of my parents was male.”
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“The Shock of Recognition” by J. Sakai (via proletarianfeminism)
1st experiments making protest slogans w Blissymbols
