Monday, May 7, 2012

"...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."

Mary Tuma. Home for the Disembodied. 2000.

an interview here about her latest work:

her personal website and artist statement:

Friday, May 4, 2012



Eva Lake, Photo montage Series

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.

Ophelia, John Everett Millais, 1851-52

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

yesterday i threw out his shower gel. it is sitting in my wastepaper basket in my bathroom. in the shower yesterday i smelled it one last time and placed it in the little basket next to the shower. it has been sitting in my bathtub for almost a month now. i tried to throw it out once before, but couldn't. it lingers in my wastepaper basket now. letting go takes years. maybe i could keep the shower gel forever, i wonder if it would keep. his scent and the memory of him. a small green bottle of strongly scented shower gel that cost less than $4.99. it would be progress to get rid of it, it is only an object, right? things don't mean anything, that is what we are supposed to think. i think?

Sunday, July 4, 2010

years they blend,