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@dauerstandby
i see a lot of art filled with plants, like, in the american art scene there seems to be a kind of general movement towards and appreciation of ruined structures being overtaken by nature. offices full of dead computers and leaves. walls with ivy. old factories crawling with new growth. a symbol of degrowth, of new futures that devour and reject colonial modernism, of a refutation of the tyranny over land. it's a nice sentiment.
but consistently im noticing something odd, which is that over and over the plants depicted in art are very familiar -- they're houseplants. pothos. monstera. calathea. zamioculcas. plants growing in the wrong place, at the wrong time, in the wrong climate, a mishmash of unrelated folks with far-flung origins symbolizing "natural" retaking of the modern world.
plants, specifically, that are directly tied to the legacy of colonialism. from northern africa. from southern america. from india. plants that were collected as curios during periods of direct imperialism. plants kept as trophies, plants sold at high prices. plants that are "exotic". that are beautiful. that are high-value. plants whose people got no payment for their capture.
they're the plants people in american colonial territory, who lack access to native plant community, see most often -- that is, other than "weeds". and so when these artists reach for the pure idea of plant, the concept of nature, these plants are their only blueprint. dragging with them all of the baggage of hundreds of years of empire.
it's incredible how much this changes the messaging of the image. dreams of ecological participation stained with a creeping theme of alienation from their native biosphere. the thumbprint of colonialism, clear as day. a hopeful vision of the future, kneecapped by its own symbology. hundreds of individual artists so alienated from their own ecosystems that even their fantasy of participation with nature is inextricable from colonialist trophies. trying to imagine reclaiming the world.
On a serious note, seeing the real actual muppet joker attend a convention and just fully body what he’s built himself to be awakened something in me
Like damn I really can just do whatever I want maybe I should continue my art and stories and just do whatever I want even if it’s nonsensical and fucking weird and crazy
If the fucking muppet joker can why can’t I???
@the-muppet-joker in death you reach your divinity
getting a pc soon.... maybe i'll use this account more then.......
in case you're wondering what the greatest AMV of all time is, it's this one from 2008.
How Can Cupid Be So Cruel.
(i'll probably stick to posting on i g. @ dauerstandbyy
it's just easier for me rn idk)
kinda forgot to clean up this blog and i don't really have time for art and journaling currently, have a lot going on...
i'll get things done soon
Es ist mein 1. Jahrestag auf Tumblr 🥳
if this website tanks i’m writing in my journal i don’t have any more create accounts left in me
keychain i made for my bf's birthday next week ^_^
The video camera is plugged into the VCR, allowing it to record itself being poked and prodded.
GIF’d version of Vide-Uhhh! (2005)
oh my goodness
Nice stigmata scar. Too bad it's on the gay hand.