I think that, on occasion, Angela Davis switches off with Wonder Woman as my higher power. It’s good. I have a pantheon.
(Edited, because it was pointed out to me that the pic was actually of Angela Davis’ mom, Sallye Davis. Terribly embarrassed, but the sentiment still stands!)
AMAZING collection. So cool!
bhof:
The Art of Burlesque: Stripper_Polaroids on Flickr. ”This photo came from a collection of over 400 Polaroid photos of strippers trying out for dancing jobs at a So. Cal club. They were taken from the late 1960’s thru the early 1970’s. I bought the entire collection for $10 from a senior advisor of mine in art school. This portrait captures a lovely pose, a pretty woman and her successful effort to be fashionable.” —Stripper_Polaroids
And speaking of feminist crushes:
I did some interviews last week that are up now:
And Feminist Ryan Gosling is going to be a book.
I’m excited, but I don’t know how to give news other than to just say it.
After seeing part of a documentary on her today, I have such a crush on Shirley Chisholm.
From CHISHOLM ‘72 - UNBOUGHT AND UNBOSSED
“Chisholm championed the causes of the poor, the young, minorities, gays, women, and other marginalized Americans. In doing so, she prefigured Jesse Jackson’s Rainbow Coalition campaigns, not only in substance but in style. Chisholm saw the presidential race itself as an opportunity to draw people to politics who traditionally did not participate. In her words, “I ran for the presidency, despite hopeless odds, to demonstrate sheer will and refusal to accept the status quo.” In a race with 12 other candidates, Chisholm’s ultimate goal was to reach the Democratic National Convention in 1972 with a strong show of support.”
Evidence flags and a cross marking the place Shannan Gilbert’s body was found.
I’m at Gilgo Beach, Long Island. 11 bodies have been found here sine December 2010. Six have been id’d. They were sex workers.
Hey Burlesque Hall of Fame - do we have any info on this dancer?
Burlesque dancer Ethelyn Butler c. 1955
(via mireillemilleryoung)
In 1996, Tracey Emin lived in a locked room in a gallery for fourteen days, with nothing but a lot of empty canvases and art materials, in an attempt to reconcile herself with paintings. Viewed through a series of wide-angle lenses embedded in the walls, Emin could be watched, stark naked, shaking off her painting demons. Starting by making images like the artists she really admired (i.e. Egon Schiele, Edvard Munch, Yves Klein), Emin’s two-week art-therapy session resulted in a massive outpouring of autobiographical images, and the discovery of a style all her own. The room was extracted in its entirety, and now exists as an installation work.
I fucking love this woman.
(Source: cum-shot, via fyeahwomenartists)
Lucy Knisley has some advice for surviving art crits - my fellow MFAs should pay attention. (but please don’t take my 10:30am slot!)
