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“Untitled” (Portrait of Ross in L.A.) is a 1991 piece by Felix Gonzalez-Torres in the collection of the Art Institute of Chicago. It’s a spilled pile of candy.
The pile of candy consists of commercially available, shiny wrapped confections. The physical form of the work changes depending on the way it is installed. The work ideally weighs 175 pounds (79 kg) at installation, which is the average body weight of an adult male. “Untitled” (Portrait of Ross in L.A.) represents a specific body, that of Ross Laycock, Gonzalez-Torres’ partner who died of AIDS in 1991. This piece of art serves as an “allegorical portrait,” of Laycock’s life.
Visitors are invited to take a piece of candy from the work. Gonzalez-Torres grew up Roman Catholic and taking a candy is a symbolic act of communion, but instead of taking a piece of Christ, the participant partakes of the “sweetness” of Ross. As the patrons take candy, they are participants in the art. Each piece of candy consumed is like the illness that ate away at Ross’s body.
Multiple art museums around the world have installed this piece.
Per Gonzalez-Torres’ parameters, it is up to the museum how often the pile is restocked, or whether it is restocked at all. Whether, instead, it is permitted to deplete to nothing. If the pile is replenished, it is metaphorically granting perpetual life to Ross.
In 1991, public funding of the arts and public funding for AIDS research were both hot issues. HIV-positive male artists were being targeted for censorship. Part of the logic of “Untitled” (Portrait of Ross in L.A.) is you can’t censor free candy without looking ridiculous, and the ease of replicability of the piece in other museums makes it virtually indestructible.
the thing that really gets me about certain popular but incorrect posts which cross my dash of the “scientists were baffled until they talked to Normal People, who told them what was actually going on! ohohohoho, those silly ivory tower academics!” type is that aside from promoting a tiresome anti-intellectual narrative, they’re incredibly disrespectful to the actual process of science. which involves - brace yourselves - people being wrong. a lot, actually! science requires us to be wrong a lot! we put forward hypotheses and then we test them and most of the time we’re wrong. but sometimes we’re wrong in ways that move us closer to the truth. note that those stories exist because researchers did, uh, talk to people and change their theories when they acquired new information. if they hadn’t, the story wouldn’t exist at all.
it’s also disrespectful to the non-academics who contributed - by reducing it to “oh, everybody knew this, it was just the silly researchers who never asked” it minimises the insight offered by the external experts (because they are experts! in their own fields!). it does actually take expertise and insight to put together archaeological discoveries and craft knowledge. if it was easy everybody would be doing it, you know?
none of which is to say that there aren’t ~issues~ in modern science and academia with whose knowledge we privilege and people clinging to theories because they don’t respect or like the source of the evidence against them. but being wrong is not in and of itself the problem there. and turning the process of research into a stick to beat people with is a great way to directly impede research.
The bar was so low it was practically a tripping hazard in Hell, yet here you are, limbo dancing with the devil
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When we’re new to adulthood, it doesn’t immediately occur to all of us that you’re almost always allowed to leave a situation, because growing up we’re forced to stay in situations until someone dismisses us and/or takes us home, or if we do leave on our own accord there’s someone waiting at home to say “we don’t quit in this family!” Boring party? You can leave. You don’t like the lecture? You can walk out. New doctor not working out? You can end the appointment, you don’t need to wait for them to dismiss you. Bad date? You can just go home. Leaving a situation prematurely might have consequences, but unless you’re under arrest or serving prison time, it’s pretty much always allowed.
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older lotr illustrations sometimes depict éowyn wearing ridiculously small armour. apart from the problem general sexualisation of the only female character (who really does anything), there’s another hilarious thought:
éowyn pretended to be dernhelm, a man. to fit in, she must have worn men’s armor. so the armor in the illustrations is normal for rohirrim.
therefore, all the rohirrim rode to war just like that:
there’s a thundering sound in the distance as the rohirrim ride into war but rather than hoofbeats it’s the collective sound of all their cheeks clapping
the artist for this particular piece is Frank Frazetta and to be fair to him this is how he drew the orcs armor
so the rohirrim comment is probably not that far off
That’s a man who just straight up had a problem with the concept of wearing pants into battle, and I respect that
male or female
hero or villain
sea or land
even in the snow
I guarantee you Frazetta’s Rohirrim were 100% pants-free
Good Old Frank. That man loved bodies and hated clothes so much
Frank Frazetta was the reason He-Man was designed like that; the producers conduct a study to see what art appeal the most to children, and Frank’s work came out on top in popularity. So everyone in He-Man is dressed the way they are directly because of Frazetta.
That man gave us the gift of warrior thighs and tits for everyone.
some day “milf is a slur” discourse will break out and there will be no survivors
Indeed, the devil finally answer the knocking:
I know a lot of yall aren’t embroiled in twitter discourse because you’re smarter than i am, but i gotta add in that the op of that discourse is part of a russian cult of lesbian terfs that like do internet ceremonies and believe that the queer gene started in russia which is why it’s surpressed by the government because otherwise every woman in russia would become a lesbian and they would stop producing children for the russian military, it’s WILD how insane that group is,
despite what u may think naruto IS actually vaccinated..i had to use a blowgun but i got him
What I expected moving to texas: oh hm, cowboy boot... steak..,? the ole' prairie. youve been invited to,come lasso a tumbleweed,! 'howdy there sherriff' as a tramp stamp tattoo. Sweet teA hp potion... country girls make do
What I got when I moved to texas: i cant really leave the house bc theres about 20-30 of these big blue crabs that came up from their underground tunnels bc of the wet and rainy weather all standing on the patio having a fucking clawnference meeting
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