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JBB: An Artblog!
Andulka
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hello vonnie
Mike Driver
Origami Around
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ellievsbear
dirt enthusiast
Keni
noise dept.
Three Goblin Art
Not today Justin
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@sun-worship
The part that suck about having tattooed a buncha stupid shit on my legs in my (slightly) younger years when I was a lot less serious about everything ad threw shit on wherever is now I gotta agonize over every fucking placement.
The other part that sucks is it’s probably no good to try to lick up the inky blood that oozes out of a big patch of black.
First time using a stencil printer
I'm glad the canard that a majority of US military are people from proletarian backgrounds victimized by predatory recruiters is finally receiving some pushback (even if it was true, I wouldn't care that much, but it's not). Death to imperialism!
"how long would authority and private property exist, if not for the willingness of the mass to become soldiers, policemen, jailers, and hangmen?" - Emma Goldman
The part that suck about having tattooed a buncha stupid shit on my legs in my (slightly) younger years when I was a lot less serious about everything ad threw shit on wherever is now I gotta agonize over every fucking placement.
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"What does this have to do with politics??" *Posts soviet suprematist painter Malevich*
When, in the year 1913, in my desperate attempt to free art from the ballast of objectivity, I took refuge in the square form and exhibited a picture which consisted of nothing more than a black square on a white field, the critics and, along with them, the public sighed, "Everything which we loved is lost. We are in a desert. . . . Before us is nothing but a black square on a white background!" "Withering" words were sought to drive off the symbol of the "desert" so that one might behold on the "dead square" the beloved likeness of "reality" ( "true objectivity" and a spiritual feeling). The square seemed incomprehensible and dangerous to the critics and the public... and this, of course, was to be expected. The ascent to the heights of nonobjective art is arduous and painful... but it is nevertheless rewarding. The familiar recedes ever further and further. into the background... The contours of the objective world fade more and more and so it goes, step by step, until finally the world-"everything we loved and by which we have lived" becomes lost to sight. No more "likeness of reality," no idealistic images-nothing but a desert! But this desert is filled with the spirit of nonobjective sensation which pervades everything. Even I was gripped by a kind of timidity bordering on fear when it came to leaving "the world of will and idea," in which I had lived and worked and in the reality of which I had believed. But a blissful sense of liberating nonobjectivity drew me forth into the "desert," where nothing is real except feeling... and so feeling became the substance of my life. This was no "empty square" which I had exhibited but rather the feeling of nonobjectivity. I realized that the "thing" and the "concept" were substituted for feeling and understood the falsity of the world of will and idea. Is a milk bottle, then, the symbol of milk? Suprematism is the rediscovery of pure art which, in the course of time, had become obscured by the accumulation of "things." It appears to me that, for the critics and the public, the painting of Raphael, Rubens, Rembrandt, etc., has become nothing more than a conglomeration of countless "things," which conceal its true value the feeling which gave rise to it. The virtuosity of the objective representation is the only thing admired. If it were possible to extract from the works of the great masters the feeling expressed in them-the actual artistic value, that is-and to hide this away, the public, along with the critics and the art scholars, would never even miss it. So it is not at all strange that my square seemed empty to the public. If one insists on judging an art work on the basis of the virtuosity of the objective representation-the verisimilitude of the illusion and thinks he sees in the objective representation itself a symbol of the inducing emotion, he will never partake of the gladdening content of a work of art.
Suprematism
Kasimir Malevich, 1927
Чистый Красный Цвет (Pure Red Color)
A. Rodchenko, 1921
And so the Constructivists working with the surface plane, despite themselves, confirmed the representational, of which their constructions were an element. And when the artist really wanted to get rid of representation, he achieved this only at the cost of destroying painting and only at the cost of destroying himself as a painter. I am referring to the canvas which Rodchenko offered to the attention of an astonished public at one of this season's exhibitions [5x5 = 25, 1921]. This was a smallish, almost square canvas painted entirely in a single red colour. This canvas is extremely significant for the evolution of artistic forms which art has undergone in the last ten years. It is not merely a stage which can be followed by new ones but it represents the last and final step of a long journey, the last word, after which painting must become silent, the last 'picture' made by an artist. This canvas eloquently demonstrates that painting as a figurative art - which it has always been - is outdated. If Malevich's Black Square on a White Background, despite the poverty of its artistic meaning, did contain some painterly idea which the author called 'economy', 'the fifth dimension', then Rodchenko's canvas, which is devoid of any content, is a meaningless, dumb and blind wall. However, as a link in the chain of development, viewed not as a self-contained value (which it isn't) but as a stage in evolution, it is historically significant and 'marks an epoch.’
From the Easel to the Machine
Nikolai Tarabukhin, 1922
It's bad that women are expected to wear make up btw
All I ever wanna wear on my off days is silk camisoles and the shortest skirts of my collection and lots and lots of pearls.
And I do.
All I ever wanna wear on my off days is silk camisoles and the shortest skirts of my collection and lots and lots of pearls.
Praying Mantis costume by Imile Wepener
it turns out that making big positive changes in your life is great but it also forces you to reckon with the years you spent not really living and makes you feel like you're carrying the corpse of a 20 year old girl on your back
Do I stay home the night before a shift or go out for a drink and the nearby bar (for probably a free drink)
It’s fine this is what happens, it’s too late to do anything
Stay home yer like 5 in already
Anyway, industry baybeeee.
Do I stay home the night before a shift or go out for a drink and the nearby bar (for probably a free drink)
It’s fine this is what happens, it’s too late to do anything
Stay home yer like 5 in already
i think people are starting to confuse class analysis with bioessentialism. like... no not all men do this, but Men as a constructed social class do do this. that's still okay to say. that is regular material analysis of the world around us.
i do wish the response to the ai water usage concern debate (umm actually the water and mineral usage is roughly equivalent to all of our other constantly growing massive distributed information systems that require enormous amounts of resource extraction etc etc etc) was less of a "haha checkmate luddites" and more of a "hmm maybe we should reevaluate our usage of constantly growing massive distributed information systems that require enormous amounts of resource extraction" but idk
Ya know, I think I’m having a way easier time making friends in my 30s now than I did in my late 20s or whatever, probably earlier. Maybe it’s the bar shit. Maybe it’s just being older and chilling out. Simply cannot relate to the whole struggle.
When yer in yer 30s it’s really easy to makes friends who are in their 40s, I’m learning.
