And here’s another!
Nude, No. 1 (My Albers), 2010. Yael Kanarek.
wood, the word “white” in silicone in nine languages: Amharic, Arabic, English, German, Hebrew, Japanese, Chinese, Latin, Russian
31.5 x 31.5” / 80 x 80 cm
The universalism of Josef Albers’ “Homage to the Square” is examined in Nude, No. 1. It also identifies the body as a space of negotiation located between cultures. Melanin and speech are both physical attributes of the body. Each piece in the series is a linguistic composition loaded with social tension. The underpainting of these works is a pigmented glue that represents a tone that is different from that on the surface. Bleeding into the top layers, this root level of the picture’s composition symbolically acknowledges difference. Playing with the relationship of simultaneous perceptions, these pieces activate a dense system of human struggle that is orchestrated by language, regardless of one’s skin tone. As an Israeli-American, Kanarek’s perception of space is tempered with an awareness how arbitrary borders are. Employing modes of authorship such as storytelling and multilinguialism, Kanarek manipulates the biographical predisposition of a viewer’s associations (which are dynamic). Her work enters spaces of meaning determined by a global network and the negotiation of identity that occurs when confronted by multiple systems.
i saw Star Trek and I wish the whole movie had been about them being a super fashionable space biker gang with their space-leather jackets.
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teen wolf psa
- hate on teen wolf female characters for getting some pants action and i’ll unfollow like the dickens
- hatin’ on teen wolf female characters for their life choices while woobifying the male characters for theirs, and i’ll pretend we never met
(via crusingthroughreality)
To Infinity and Beyond - by Dan LuVisi
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How much do I love the fact that my most popular original post is about my boobs?
wait, but like, WHY would killing one member of your pack make you go kill all of them? Does he just expect Derek to be like UGH FUCK IT, I FUCKED UP PART OF IT AGAIN, I’M NEVER GOING TO GET THIS SEAM RIGHT AND NOW IT’S ALL DIRTY BECAUSE I’VE HANDLED THE FABRIC TOO MUCH, I’M THROWING THE WHOLE DRESS IN THE TRASH AND STARTING OVER.
Because it’s going to feel so—good, so right, watching the way his mouth opens in wordless entreaty, the way he goes flushed, disbelieving, his body, rigid beneath your hands, wait—
“wait, sorry, did I say ‘kill’?” Deucalion says, shaking his head. “So sorry, I—it’s just something I say sometimes by mistake. I meant ‘fuck’—you should fuck your whole pack.”
“HE LIKES GIRLS, JACKASS,” Scott shouted, crashing through a window and punching Deucalion in the face.
I have never been so happy to be lost in my life. TELL ME MORE PLEASE.
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No.105, November 8 2011 - We went to Richmond park, saw the Deer. Loved it.
Monotype on Fabriano hot press 160 gsm paper
Ashley Loxton
