Artwork of the day:
The Raft of George W. Bush, 2006 by Joel-Peter Witkin (Compare to Gericault’s The Raft of Medusa)
That super annoying game when people find out you’re an art historian and want you to tell them all about that one painting they saw somewhere with the duck and the guy and the stuff and things and you’re making yourself crazy trying to guess which painting they mean
and you’re all…
Amen and amen!
Read more at Hyperallergic.
Klimt’s famous “kiss” on the walls of a devastated building in Syria
This gave me pause this morning. Turning something so awful into something beautiful.
A letter from Banksy.
People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small.
They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it.
They are The Advertisers and they are laughing at you. You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.
Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.
You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you.
They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.
via: Elephant Journal
This is why I love Banksy.
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
Playing with kittens at a neighbor’s house.
You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve your love and affection.– The Buddha