Friday, May 18, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
someone's alone in the city tonight
"...irresistible metaphors both for the skin that forms the barrier between the internal and external, and for the costume that enables its interpretation"
mary tuma is an artist who has an educational background in textiles, fashion history, and design. her latest work is a tribute to palestinian prisoners on hunger strike. the fabric and fiber of silk become agents which symbolizes the body, space, and time of these individuals.
"There is an intangible "place" where the body becomes an emotional
landscape. Though I cannot define this, it is a goal of the work to
describe that place. Ideally, this leads to work both mournful and
humorous, simultaneously real and surreal."
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| Mary Tuma. Home for the Disembodied. 2000. |
an interview here about her latest work:
her personal website and artist statement:
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
no where and everywhere
when i was a third year art history student, i took a course in asian art and the western construction of 'orientalism' and how we as western dominating assholes appropriated chinese, japanese, persian, etc. cultures to suit our own ideal versions of how we thought they should be and represent. consequently, we had to read the essay entitled Of Other Spaces by monsieur Michel Foucault, and his theory of heterotopias. this essay has for whatever reason impacted almost every independent study i have ever pursued since then, and it has influenced the way i see and interpret space and humanity everywhere/ every place i go. so, inevitably, my current research for my Masters project is based around this very thing.
i find it interesting to compare theories that may not at first seem like they relate, like space and interiors to how women/ men/ whatever disguise themselves, or how they are portrayed visually. with keeping the term 'orientalism' (which by the way is pretty derogatory... obviously), this is the image our professor showed us to demonstrate how western idiots believed how 'the orient' should be represented in their more 'civilized' culture:
i actually don't remember who exactly this is, but I know it is someone from the French court somewhere in the 18th or early 19th century. clearly he looks like a douchebag fool.
i googled the term "heterotopia" and i was lucky to find a link with the entire essay written. so here it is. it may or may not change your life. probably it won't.
if, by the way, you, the internet, are interested in reading further about orientalism, i suggest you read Edward Said's Orientalism.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
i can see you but my eyes are not allowed to cry
julia holter is my latest music obsession. she reminds me of a female version of john maus, but with more feminine, ethereal sounds and a dreaminess that reminds me of cotton candy and summer. in a way reminds me of how women are meant to convey that ephemeral lightness and prettiness. reminds me of sofia coppola movies or like, girls floating down rivers with long red or blonde hair, running though forests or laying in grass. lots of sunshine and lens flare.
listen to this song, and you'll understand why:
i bet if ophelia could listen to modern music while floating down the river out of desperation and aching, pining away love over a dude that doesn't deserve her, she would probably be listening to julia holter. poor girl.
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| Ophelia, John Everett Millais, 1851-52 |
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