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Mike Driver
trying on a metaphor
Sweet Seals For You, Always
todays bird
Not today Justin

if i look back, i am lost

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
we're not kids anymore.
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almost home
taylor price

pixel skylines
Cosmic Funnies

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@naimaramchap
Say a lot less.
The Dead Zone by Julien Conquentin
I naturally thought of the black cube, because it seemed to me that it would still be the simplest form to make, and then referred to it as the black box, the dark room. I am driven by wandering in the footsteps of my childhood. The cube in The Dead Zone describes the child I was, and it has given me the opportunity to travel to the past that belongs to the past.
It was my 3rd day working as a PA for a big studio production
The AD came up to me and said, “I need to give you a tour of the backlot.”
However, about 10 minutes into chatting he asks if I want to make out (while playing with his zipper).
I politely decline. Come to find out, I am not invited back for the rest of the shoot.
This still pisses me off.
What pisses me off even more is the fact that I kicked myself for ages for saying no.
Ugh, he was such a creep.
"Own it, examine it, and confront it head on..."
I knew she'd make areolas after my own heart...so like a brassiere, I came 🙌. #supportart #gfe #girlfriendexperience #art #nsfw #mirkinwhileimsmirkin #women #bodypillows (at 99¢ Plus)
Channelling my inner water nymph for tonite's show "The Bellagio Fountain has Been Known to Make Me Cry." Starts at 8pm and performances run till Sunday in the fun and versatile #studio301 space in English Kills (or deep willyburg)...link in bio 😄🌊#bellagio #theater #scenicartist
this is my friend, Naima.
she’s cool. you should follow her instagram.
MFTF
What casts a shadow in the dark? #ripmikebrown
I'm a b-girl on the weekends. 📷 @delicatesavage (at on tongues of rooftops and sunsets)
"Black Bullets" from filmmaker Jeanette Ehlers.
Spotted this moving surrealist piece created in honor of Haiti’s rebellion during the late 1800s at the Black Radical Imagination experimental shorts film festival a few weeks ago.
The hypnotizing film is at once foreboding and celebratory as we witness a procession of school children submitting themselves to their death or maybe to their salvation in a reflecting pool baptized by rorschach-esque cloud-formations.
From the artist:
Saint Domingue [Haiti] was the first Latin American country which in 1804 gained independence as a result of the only successful slave revolt in history. But the rebellion began with the legendary Vodou ceremony Bois Caïman in the northern part of Saint-Domingue. A black pig materialized and were sacrificed in a ritual in which hundreds of slaves drank the pig’s blood. The blood gave them power to fight for freedom. The result is the world’s first black republic: Haiti. The revolt was important locally for the region and for the future. This piece is a tribute to the act of revolt! The video is filmed in Haiti at La Citadelle.
Given the context, this rendering of where religious sacrifice and ritual practice meets strategic birthplace of insurrection makes for potent alchemy that’s simultaneously elusive in the linear storytelling sense but direct in visceral fortitude and scope. Can’t quite explain why I love this so but I do, perhaps for it’s ability to engender in me an intense and yet sorrowful reverence for those who win many battles but forever seem to be entrenched in the aftermath that quakes, postcolonialism, white supremacy, corrupted NGOs, and other disasters disguised as relief have left behind.
Check out more shorts from this artist and others, at blackradicalimagination.com.
#selfportrait #selfie (at Prodigy Coffee)
#nickcave What I imagine this to be: each napkin, a layer of white privilege. One napkin easy enough to hold. But thousands...millions surfing on even the most secured wrist--consider your radial artery f@&k'd. (at Jack Shainman Gallery)
MD's compositional play with negative space is what made him amazing...the ability to use the absence of sound to punctuate that initial brass wail is nothing short of brilliant>> a liberal paraphrase via Sam the bartender, who I'll likely never see again.
« The Real Africa : Fight The Stereotype » by Thiri Mariah Boucher
P.R.E.A.C.H.
Love the photos; they're just beautiful! I wonder though, if the messaging was done in the affirmative to wholly avoid highlighting myths and stereotypes associated with Africa, would it have more of an impact?
A Setting Sun Teases an Already Provoked Shadow. It Stretches Naively In Hopes to Escape it's Point of Reference Because As Everyone Knows, She Represents Youth Spent. She is Tired. She Will Die. She Cannot be Counted On, So the Shadow Thinks. And So Every Day He Agitates; Strives For His Independence. Overtime, Over struggle, He Forgets She (in Present Form) Also Represents, As all Points of References do, an Unborn Morrow. She is Alive. She Will Bring Life. She Will Live. But Such's the Dilemma With Dealing With a Point of Reference, Like Her...They Are Full of Promise and Yet Promise Nothing. #shadows #pastpresentfuture #belgium #beach #hopeislike... #irreconcilableinferences (at Soleado Beach)