Female art student in D.C. trying to make sense of things
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Education is the path from cocky ignorance to miserable uncertainty —Mark Twain
This is how I feel right now.
My first reaction:
Then it was:
((IT WWORKS))
Holy fucking shit.
holy
fucking
shit
holy
fuckingshit
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um…. 3$ for Kinky Kurly KNot today at Target, calling the store to verify RIGHT NOW
Is this real? This is a joke right? Don’t get my hopes up…
Maybe put it on a canvas instead of someone’s property, and we can all be happy.
who paying for these canvases or the art programs so these kids can have that? Why should it matter if these run down buildings that never get fixed up anyway get graffiti’d?
Therein lies the issue. Art programs, both visual and performance based, are the first programs to be cut. Canvas ain’t cheap. Neither are the supplies. Much of the graffiti that takes place IS on buildings that are run down. The gov’t didn’t place any value on these properties and yet get pissy with dudes “vandalizing” their shit. You can’t have it both ways, ya dig.
My father was a garment contractor in LA. In the late 80s, he owned the building where he had his factory. He thought it would be a cool idea to commission local graffiti artists, usually young Black and Latino men looking to stay out of trouble, to paint murals on his buildings. After all, he runs a garment design/manufacturing company, and creative signage is great advertising.
One day, he showed up to the building and the city just painted over the murals without permission or notice.
First, the city told him he couldn’t have graffiti art on HIS building because it brought down property value. After he complained, then they said: ok you can do this, but you need a permit. After he got the permit, then the city said: ok, but you can only use these artists. Of course, these artists were all White graphic design students from USC, and of course they charged 3x more.
There is a prejudice against this type of art, and it’s racial. Banksy vandalizes folks buildings all the time, and folks treat him like the Messiah. He ain’t doing nothing new that Black and Brown folks haven’t done for decades.
This. Right here. This is why I can’t and never will get on the Banksy Train.
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I was sick in bed on the day that she died. It made my day even worse. Tura Satana was the hottest, most kick-ass Asian lady everrrrrrrrr.
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Guy freaks out while playing Amnesia (by kevinrudd1)
WOW.
Her name was Nicole the second time I met her. I remember inching closer and closer towards her while sitting on the concrete waiting for the bus. She had decided to wear her hair down, lipstick, and a pair of high heeled boots. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to say. It was weird that somehow I felt safer with her than I did the day before. On that day, she wasn’t Nicole at all- she was Chris. On that day, Chris kept wanting to talk to me about the weather and how I was going to fly away due to my small stature. I don’t talk to men at bus stops. But because Nicole was around, I didn’t see a man.
“Are you gonna sit there and stare or do you wanna talk?” She asked.
I apologized and started to make small talk. About the weather. I didn’t feel so timid after a while.
“You know,” she started, “you don’t seem so shy talking to me now.”
I lowered my eyes. “I don’t talk to men at bus stops.”
For the next three months, we talked a lot about her family and how she loved her wife and children. Her children loved her so much that they proudly fought any kid that made fun of her. She showed me her I.D. once. “I fought for this after I started taking hormones.” she proclaimed while pointing to the gender (female) on the card. She talked about how she couldn’t find a stable job because of who she was and her drug addictions. I felt bad for her, but she told me not to be because she didn’t feel bad for herself at all. We talked about any and everything and she gave me her views on what she thought people really needed in this world. “Two sets of clothes. One for interviews and one for everyday use. And five close family and friends. It’s all you need in this world- nothing else really matters.”
About a week before my birthday, I invited her out on a school trip to a museum in Baltimore and then some lunch to celebrate my birthday. I gave her directions and she agreed to go. She never came, and the following week I was expecting her to be at the bus stop, but she wasn’t there. For the next 4 weeks I asked a few people who knew her if they’d seen her, and I got a collective “No.” On the fifth week I found out from someone that she went back to jail for getting into a fight with some bigot- she broke her probation period.
I haven’t seen her since, but every time I look at the plastic toy bee she gave me, I think of her and hope she and her family are getting by.
When I saw this film, Salo, several years ago, I proceeded to sit through it LIKE A BOSS. However, as the film went on, I found myself covering my eyes and curling into a fetal position. I pride myself in not flinching whenever something gross or scary happens in horror films, but this was just downright depraved. I loved it.
An introduction to a small printer that actually prints solid, three dimensional objects. This is completely fascinating to me and I plan on making one for myself and using it for my art some time soon.
M.I.A. Bad Girls ! she get’s down - she can hang -and have you trembling
by iamderp
Seventh grade y’all. I was all up on the dance floor with this song. MEEEMORRRIIIIEEEEESSSS!
