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@pepitadinamita
Hi there, Tumblr! It’s been a while.
A couple of months ago Tumblr notified me that my account was six years old already. Makes sense. I signed up on this blue hellhole during the summer of 2013, in between the first and second rounds of the last college exams I’d take in my entire life (I’m not counting the ones I underwent during my botched attempt at a master’s degree, boy was that a mistake). I remember my younger self browsing through fandom stuff (I was such an Benedict Cumberbatch stan back then, embarrassing XD) as a way to relax/procrastinate from studying, saving the creation of an account as a post-exams gift for myself. And for several years, this account was my happy place.
I wasn’t happy in real life, I know that now. My family has always been… questionable. If you follow me you know that. Getting a college degree that did nothing for me and that I never really wanted just took away the only meaning my life had ever had and projected me into nothingness. Those were the worst years of my life. I dragged myself from bed to the goddamned master’s degree, then back to bed. I didn’t want it. I had nothing. No motivation, no hope. I had anxiety crisis, I self-harmed, I cried a lot. I abandoned the master’s, there was a ruckus at home. All those times I came to Tumblr to disconnect. I read fanfiction and poetry, I educated myself in social issues, I laughed at shitposts. Once I made a list of things that made me happy and being here was on it. I know terrible things can happen here, as in any social media. As in any social situation, really. But for me it always was a good place. A hideaway.
Fortunately, I was lucky enough to be able to afford a good therapist. I started treating myself and searching for a job, and little by little things started to get better. I started making my own money, I learned how to establish boundaries at home, and last year a miracle happened: I was offered the opportunity to live in an apartment that belonged to my family (that’s my privilege acting again, I know. I am very lucky). And here I am.
I’m a completely different person now. I signed up in here when I was a depressed, exhausted and aimless student who only found solace in consuming media and escaping reality. Today I am closing on my thirtieth birthday, counting my first silver hairs and feeling healthier and more fulfilled I’ve ever felt. I am a writer. I’ll say that again: I AM A WRITER. I’ve always written, but I started doing it with enthusiasm again around 2017, and somehow today I’ve published several short stories, carved a small name within the indie Spanish writing community, and am currently working in a novel and two poetry collections a couple of tiny publishing houses have interest in. You can search for me. MJ Ceruti. That’s my name. That’s what I sign with. I am a writer.
I have a home. I have a loving partner. I have a cat. I HAVE A CAT, GODDAMMIT. I’m so fucking happy. Of course things haven’t been perfect; there’s always conflict and difficulties. But I’m not in pain anymore. I, finally, feel like a complete human being. And, for the first time in my life, I look to the future with hope and excitement. The best is yet to come. I know.
This is not me leaving Tumblr, but it’s evident to anyone that used to follow me that nowadays I spend next to no time here. When I’m not working I’m writing, promoting my work in Twitter (it’s @MJCeruti), doing things that bring me solace or just spending time with the people (and cat) I love. And I like it that way. I just wanted to leave this here because if things keep on going this way and I end up fading from Tumblr, I don’t want to just vanish like a ghost. This was a special place for me, a place were I felt safe, where I felt intensely, where I became an adult. And I’ll always hold it dear because of that, no matter what.
So, to whoever matters: I’m ok. I’m happy. I made it.
I fucking made it.
Sort of Incorrect Les Miserables Lyrics — You’re the One That I Want
No, that looks right to me.
“I’ve always liked long, flowing clothes. I used to rummage around in my grandmother’s trunks trying to find them. I love the feeling of chiffon and lace.”
Hugo Simberg, The Garden of Death, 1896.
Every time I see this I always wonder what the painter’s intended message was. It looks so pleasant, that middle skeleton looks so happy with its work.
Maybe it’s supposed to be a memento mori, but a comforting and encouraging one.
This is one of the most famous paintings in Finland. There are multiple interpretations of it but they all share the same base idea:
“According to Simberg, the flowers represent people’s souls, the skeletons are aids to Death, and the Garden of Death is a purgatory of sorts for souls waiting for entrance into heaven. This artwork invites the viewer to consider the afterlife, to take comfort in his or her own passing, and to not fear what happens after the body fails to function.”
“It depicts Simberg’s thoughts on afterlife, which is not run by angels but skeletons who take care of the heavenly garden with a gentle hand, while waiting for more “gardeners” to arrive. It is derived from the medieval belief that the dead sleep in a blooming garden.”
“In Simberg’s garden the humble Death-like figures struggle against harsh conditions; the landscape around the garden has burnt yellow, it is dry and barren. The cherished flowers grow in exotic shapes, slowly, requiring constant care. The black-clad figures love their nurslings. The garden is a place where Death is allowed to realize its feelings of affection. The Garden of Death can be seen depicting the impossibility of this love; maybe the flowers are tender and fragile because they can not handle the love of Death. Love has two faces: one of them is the face of devastation.”
if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live in the midwest, this is it.
You missed some of the best ones
the best part about it is that the art installation isn’t actually called the Bean. It’s called Cloud Gate, and artist Anish Kapoor (yes, THAT Anish Kapoor) hates that we call it the Bean.
But i mean, look at it. It’s a bean.
How could you forget this one though
I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA THAT THE BEAN WAS CREATED BY ANISH KAPOOR.
someone help me why is anish kapoor important what did he do?
Alright sit down for some Art World Drama bcause this is what I live for.
So, sometime last year (?) science invented Vantablack, which is the darkest possible shade of black. Art world got incredibly excited. But as it needs to be very carefully made in a lab, it’s hard to get a hold of, and is extremely expensive. Enter Anish Kapoor, aka FuckFace McGee. Anish Kapoor buys the rights to Vantablack. He is the only human being on the planet that can legally use it, and he’s kind of a prick about it.
Art world is not thrilled with that.
Enter Stuart Semple.
Stuart Semple is an artist, and also makes pigments to sell in his free time. Stuart Semple is astoundingly pissed about this Vantablack nonsense, and Anish Kapoor’s dickery. Stuart Semple makes a new pigment, the brightest shade of pink ever, called Pinkest Pink, and puts it for sale on the internet. To be bought by everybody except Anish Kapoor. Literally, to purchase, you need to confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, do not associate with him, and will not sell or give the pigment to Anish Kapoor or his associates. Art world has a good laugh, everyone buys Pinkest Pink because it’s awesome, and damn it we deserve something.
Anish Kapoor however is a penis, and will not take this lying down, because HOW DARE he not have literally everything.
Anish Kapoor gets his London associates to buy him a thing of Pinkest Pink, and being such a classy human being, posts a picture to instagram of him with his middle finger covered in Pinkest Pink, captioned with “Up yours. #pink”
Everyone flips shit, because. Y’know. Fuck that guy. Especially Stuart Semple. For context here, Anish Kapoor is one of the richest artists on the planet, and has repeatedly been referred to as everything wrong with the art world, and the epitome of the art worlds elitism problem. He’s a giant douchebag. Meanwhile Stuart Semple makes pigments just to get them out there. He turns 0 profit from his now enourmously popular pigments.
Stuart Semple launches an investigation as to who the fuck leaked Pinkest Pink, and plans to strike back. He does so by releasing two new products. First is Diamond Dust, which is a glitter made from glass, so that a painting is still visible after it’s applied, but glitters like a mofo. It’s the most reflective glitter out there, and is available to everyone who isn’t Anish Kapoor. And it being made of glass, if you stick your finger in there, it’s going to hurt quite a bit, so that was Stuart Semple’s way of saying “shove your middle finger in this, asshole, see what happens”. Except without saying that, because he can get an insult across while still being fucking classy.
He also releases Black 2.0, created with the help of over a thousand artists worldwide.
Black 2.0 is the answer to Vantablack. Black 2.0 is a slightly less black black, but looks functionally the same to the human eye. It’s completely safe, smells like cherries, and costs four pounds. Vantablack is highly toxic, potentially explosive, needs to be applied in a special laboratory and sealed properly, can’t be moved across borders, can reach 300 degrees celsius if you’re not extremely careful, and costs thousands of dollars. Anish Kapoor is the only human being who can use Vantablack. He is the only human being who cannot use Black 2.0.
So I think we can guess who got the better deal.
And thus the feud ends, Kapoor defeated.
…But not quite.
Kapoor, in this entire afair, has made exactly two comments to the public. The first being his charming message about aquiring Pinkest Pink, the second being claiming to Buzzfeed that he and his small army of lawyers will be suing Semple, an extremely poor artist who cannot afford a lawyer.
No lawsuit has been made yet, fyi.
The point is, Kapoor is a prick, and doesn’t like talking to the lower classes. So one day in July 2017, he decides he needs another floor on his London studio apartment, and starts making arrangements to have it built. His neighbors are fucking pissed, because this will ruin the light of their apartments. They call to Semple to save them, or at the very least piss Kapoor off some more.
Semple answers to the call, and releases two new paints, Phaze and Shift, as always, banned to Kapoor. They change colours, Phaze with temperature, and Shift is just iridescent. Shift needs to be painted over Black 2.0 to work, and Phaze just works on its own.
So that’s been the art world for the last two years.
Basically, get fucked Anish Kapoor your bean sucks and so does your vantablack.
Stuart Semple is organising a bean-kissing event for Anish Kapoor’s birthday.
Reblogging for “By attending this event you confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, you are in no way affiliated with Anish Kapoor, you are not attending on behalf of Anish Kapoor or an associate of Anish Kapoor. To the best of your knowledge, information, and belief this event will not be attended by Anish Kapoor.”
ALSO HE JUST POSTED THIS!!!!!! LIGHTEST LIGHT!
I know this isn’t my art blog but this entire post gives me life
im sorry is that man holding a real actual miniature star in his hands
Y’all missed the best part about the lightest light, called aptly ‘Lit’. This is from their product page:
Two things:
1. “Anish Kapoor is however a penis” is the best line in this post.
2. I wish to be half as petty and half as awesome as Stuart Semple
I hope Stuart Semple is making a lot of money. What a good person.
Go support him the paint’s are pretty cheap and you get the added bonus of being one of many to help piss off Anish Kapoor
Leonid Sobinov as Lensky in the opera Eugene Onegin by Tchaikovsky Bolshoi Theater, Russia — January 13th, 1900
THANK YOU @jadenvargen FOR DOING THESE COMISSIONS!!
EVERYONE LOOK AT THESE!! LOOK AT HOW AMAZING THEY ARE!! THE SHIRT IS PERFECT! BAZE’S FACE! THE SOCKS AND SANDLES!
(Scenes from my fic Sweet with a Little Heat and I can’t stop screeching and flailing everyone look at the awesomeness!!!!)
pretty bold to imply anything funny has ever happened on big bang theory
The premise for the movie Anastasia is so ridiculous but somehow they turned it into a work of beautiful timeless art it’s astounding
Anastasia is a cinematic masterpiece with almost no actual historical facts in it that I will love and defend until the day I die
Tattoo done by Miryam Lumpini.
This is the first time I’ve seen color tattoos on dark skin that actually look vibrant and pigmented!!!!!
Once I was talking to a dark skinned lady who told me that she was jealous of my pasty skin because she wants color tattoos, which her artist said wasn’t possible with her skin tone. I sent her to mine, and he proceeded to go off about how dark skin accepts greens, yellows, and white beautifully, and that her previous artist just lacked the skills to use those 3 colors as highlights to make other colors pop more. If you are dark skinned and your tattoo artist says you can’t have bright colors, find a new one.
Re-blogged again for that added text!!!
It’s not that dark skin can’t take colour tattoos, it’s that most artists don’t bother to learn how to tattoo dark skin. It’s possible.
me reading 1984 in high school every time the main dude would give a description of the only female character: big brother just kill this clown
Tiny baby on the bus: 👀
Me: 👀
me as the only goth at family gatherings
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