Shit… but tell me what I don’t already know.
Here The Whitney’s assistant curator Elisabeth Sherman talks to Vox’s Dean Peterson about Minimalist art. It was the Minimalist’s who moved art from “being about something” else towards the idea of a piece of art as “an object unto itself.” As Sherman states in the video, “It’s very easy to be dismissive of things we’re not immediately attracted to” and I’m not attracted to Minimalist art myself, it just doesn’t resonate with me. But, I thought it was worth watching this 6 minute video as it provides very brief introduction into what Minimalist art is all about.
I adore this man.
“The place in which I’ll fit will not exist until I make it.”
James Baldwin.
Tumblr after December 17th.
This makes me so sad.
Kiki Smith, Lilith 1994
In medieval Jewish lore, Lilith was Adam’s first wife. When she demanded to be Adam’s equal, she was evicted from the Garden of Eden. Lilith flew away to the demon world, replaced by the more submissive Eve. Most statues receive our gaze passively, but Lilith stares back with piercing eyes, ready to pounce.
blue
Twilight
Clarence Gagnon, 1913, oil on canvas
Over a hundred museums and libraries around the world make coloring books based on their collections for the Color Our Collections program, led by the New York Academy of Medicine. Along with three previous annual collections, there are now 396 PDF coloring books you can print out!
Full and finished short-story of the black cat. Please have a heart for black pets in general, animals do not deserve this kind of hostility. Please give credit when reposting, Thank you :)
The Mr and I hiked up the Bürgenstock after the rain and it was beautiful. I hope we go back one day.
“I remember how I felt when I received the spirit of poetry. It was in the year of 1877 … all of a sudden my body got inflamed, and instantly I was seized with a strong desire to write poetry, so strong, in fact, that in imagination I thought I heard a voice crying in my ears- ‘Write! Write’”
- William Topaz McGonagall, widely hailed as the writer of the “worst poetry in the English language,” according to the website McGonagall Online.
His audiences threw rotten fish at him, the authorities banned his performances, and he died a pauper over a century ago. But his books remain in print to this day, and he’s remembered and quoted long after more talented contemporaries have been forgotten.