#noah fischer

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As a tumultuous year came to a close, we invited 15 artists to share their perspectives on the best and worst of 2016 in a series of top-10 lists. Check it out here. Contributors include Asli Altay, Ephraim Asili, Charles Atlas, Zach Blas, James Bridle, Decolonize This Place, Noah Fischer, Mariah Garnett, Kenneth Tin-Kin Hung, William E. Jones, De Nichols, OK-RM, Mary Ping, Kameelah Janan Rasheed, and Paul Soulellis.

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Noah Fischer is a contemporary artist concerned with the intersection of political, artistic, and social spheres.  He is a founder of the occupy Museum movements which protests the unjust treatment of artists by the art elite and the general hypocrisy of museums as an institution.  He began his lecture by introducing the audience to his relationship with shame.  The Concept of shame would go on to be a reoccurring theme throughout the course of his talk.  He defines it as the internalization of social rules.  He goes on to say that artists carry the ability to turn shame into something beautiful.  According to Fischer, image is linked to personhood and so artists can utilize image to critique and reticule those in power.  The private sphere is linked to the public sphere through art

Fischer is, to some extent influenced by Marxists ideology. This ideology manifests through his art as it critiques the bourgeois of the art world and the economic power they use to oppress the very artists they profit from.  His artistic practice could be defined as a means to an end.  He utilizes art as a tool by which he might bring about progressive change in society.  

Fishers Passion for the intersection of Activism and art was inspiring.  SO often artists can question the impact they hold on the world at large.  Although he fights for a noble cause,, I can’t help but wonder what the impact of these protests and instillations will be. While publicly shaming the bourgeois art élite may bring some awareness to their misdeeds, the social and economic power they hold seems to protect them from any real consequences.  It’s hard not to feel disillusioned by the structure in place.

[mk2247]

Noah Fischer

https://www.noahfischer.org/

Noah Fischer is a contemporary artist that focuses on addressing social and political issues both within and outside of the art community. Through the use of performance art, writing, and group momentum, Fischer aims to incite social movement and participation from the masses. His works concentrate around the practice of “shame,” and how to utilize shame effectively.

Influenced by his upbringing in a Buddist environment and the Raegan Era, Fischer had conflicting ideologies to wrap his head around. The capitalist and money-centered ideas from the Raegan era he grew up with seemed to have influenced the topics in which he centered his pieces around. 

Fischer, through the progression of art and grad school, realized that capitalism and money has a large influence in the art community. While he first expected that entering the art world would be “a triumphant escape from capitalism into the other (art) world,” this proved not to be the case. He found out that even artists who protest against capitalism inevitably become an essential part of it. I found it intriguing that this parallels the conflict in the Romantic movement where artists strived to “dream forth” pictures and denied the use of mediums, yet it was inevitable of them fundamentally to do so as they are producing artworks in the process. In a sense, they are ashamed of their practice.

This shows the universal nature of shame, whether internal or external. Fischer’s positive view on the use of shame, an otherwise negatively thought of idea/word, was intriguing to me. I hadn’t realized that his “shaming” is what I also wanted to strive for in my own pieces, and it changed the connotation of “shame.”

[mk2247]

The excellence of the American product if the arts has won worldwide recognition. The arts have the rare capacity to help heal divisions among our people and to vault some of the barriers that divide the world.

Richard M. Nixon

https://www.plutobooks.com/blog/art-and-capitalism/

[mk2247]

“The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even” 1915-1923

https://www.thesmartset.com/article12041201/ 

[lakeham]

NOAH FISCHER is 24 YEARS OLD, resides in SOUTHPORT and has lived in Lakeham for 3 MONTHS. He is MALE and works as a BUSKER AND BARTENDER AT AVENUE. He is portrayed by ELLIOT FLETCHER  and is played by DOVE.

Trigger Warnings: Transphobia, death, transitioning.

To some, their past was the most important part of them. To Noah, it was a painful means to who he became. With the death of his parents when he was only a toddler, Noah was raised in the foster care system through a wide variety of families. He was a difficult child, namely because he was designated female at birth and knew very well otherwise even from his earliest moments of being self aware. Each family he was placed into the care of refused to acknowledge that he was a boy, and his frustration would build to a boiling point over a number of weeks and months until, inevitably, he was returned to Child Protective Services.

This went on for an eternity - years of agony that Noah would often refuse to recount to any of his friends from school once he began attending. He would take matters into his own hands when he could, from cutting his hair short during a reckless lunch period to sharing clothes with supportive friends the second he was at school and changing out of them once he prepared to go home.

It wasn’t until the age of eleven that a golden opportunity came into his life. Julius was a much older man already near the end of his life who had a strong reputation of fostering many children before Noah. Though Noah was prepared to be repressed even further by a conservative gentleman, he was mistaken. For the first time, Noah was given the clothes he wanted, the style he needed, and the support to be himself. It took a full year before Noah realized that the pictures of Julius with another man around the house were not of his roommate Anthony, as they’d lived, but his lover. Suddenly Noah was given permission to safely explore whoever he wanted to become.

Julius’s great passion was the violin, but his fingers were arthritic. When Noah expressed interest in the instrument that Julius still carefully cleaned and displayed, Julius paid for Noah to receive lessons in how to play, and coached him himself as well. Noah took to it like a duck to water, moving over the years from classical training to rapid, athletic fiddle playing.

There was no mistaking Julius’s health deteriorating as Noah came closer and closer to graduating high school. His last gift to Noah was the funds and support necessary for top surgery, even going so far as to pay one of Noah’s closest friends to stay at their house during the recovery process to make sure Noah could have anything he needed anytime.

No one expected for Julius to pass so suddenly during the recovery process. Noah had only just turned eighteen a few months earlier. Julius had little money that hadn’t been put immediately toward medical expenses, and the house was one they rented. He had friends he could stay with, yes, but no other family, and no strong adult allies in town to help him. Just scared kids, just like him.

In one impulsive decision, Noah bought a bus ticket to New York City, and he fled. He spent years there never quite settled, going from being homeless to living in a massive loft apartment with a dozen strangers to renting a room for himself when he had extra cash. Job prospects were complicated as well - though he had experience as a barista and quickly picked up an ABC card to work as a bartender in one of the many clubs there, he made just as much money busking as an impressive fiddler on the streets. Charm was on his side - a flirty wink or chatting up a stranger could give him a world of luck. Even still, he was restless, dropping jobs frequently when his anxiety became too strong to stick around.

He was always restless. Always looking for another escape to keep the past far behind him. And one day the newspaper machine beside him had an article about Lakeham, Connecticut, only 50 miles away. And his feet began to itch once more.

❝ WITHOUT MUSIC TO DECORATE IT, TIME IS JUST A BUNCH OF BORING PRODUCTION DEADLINES OR DATES BY WHICH DEALS MUST BE PAID.❞

Another bus brought him to Lakeham, where he quickly learned within three steps off of it that he absolutely did not belong there. Wealth and class surrounded him. He was a poor queer kid who’d only recently been homeless, who was lucky to have graduated high school, and who had never even considered college. But if anything, it only had him itching to stay. If a place like Lakeham was as prejudiced as he imagined the residents could be, then he could at least find a sadistic pleasure in living his best life right where they couldn’t stop him. He didn’t even begin to imagine that he might like it there.

With a job at a local nightclub as a bartender, Noah pays for the essentials in his life decently enough, and he busks as a fiddler on the streets, where he can often be found during the mornings a little bleary eyed, winking at commuters and offering a bright, if not flirty greeting to just about anyone who passes him by. He might not be seen as Lakeham’s finest, but he’s not in a hurry to disappear. Not yet, anyway.

Noah busks a great deal at Lakeham University - but he can’t quite figure out why. It’s not like college students have a ton of money to give him, and he’ll be the first to say that campus security drives him off more often than they probably should. So why does he stick around? Can’t be that he’s actually interested in attending, can it? Not like it matters - how on earth would he afford it anyway?

Noah is unapologetically queer, from his pride pins on his favorite jacket for trans, pansexual, and polyamorous pride, to how frequently he’ll donate even his smallest amount of change to LGBT charities. He’s seen what life looks like with no support in that regard, and he’ll be damned if he stands by and watches any violence or repression happen right in front of his eyes.

Call him lazy or ambitious, but Noah can’t think of a more ideal circumstance right now than finding a wealthy, lonely person in town to financially support him in return for his companionship. He’s damn interesting, right? He’s got plenty of love to give. And, yes, maybe everyone around him is extremely out of his league, but that’s not going to stop him from flirting anyway.

(+) Compassionate, observant, charming. (-) Argumentative, impulsive, overly assertive.

[toomanystoryideas]

#9 with any character your heart desires from the OC Pride Questions! Also every time I see your name in your tags i'm like???? me??? but you're anna too lol it's always throwing me off and i love it.

I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG but thank you so much for this ask!!!!  (also lolll yesss it’s so confusing when other ppl are named Anna bc i’m not that observant so i just go “mY NAME???” but it’s not me so oof)

prompt: “finding an old journal entry”

character: Alec Fischer from my story “Black Pearl,” a year before the story begins

writing under the cut!!

“You okay in there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine!” I call back, biting my lip as I glare at the metal on the underside of the car.

“Okay, well, I’m done putting away the boxes in the kitchen and I found some old diary from 2099 with your name on it.”  The garage door swings open and my little brother Noah walks in, his red hair falling in front of his eyes.

“Remind me to get you a haircut,” I say absentmindedly.  Then what Noah said clicks in my mind.  “Wait, what’s this about a diary?”

Noah sighs.  “I found a diary.  I think it’s yours.  Alec Fischer’s Diary.  Yep, it’s definitely yours,  Dude, your handwriting was better back then.  What happened?”

“Come on, man; I don’t have time for good handwriting.”

Noah laughs.  “This is from when you were thirteen.  It must be pretty juicy.  Anything in there about Max?”  He waggles his eyebrows.

I roll my eyes.  “Oh, just give it to me.  I’m just about done here anyway.”

“Okay.”  Noah tosses the diary over to where I’m standing, and I catch it with my free hand, tugging my gloves off.

“Hey, I do remember this!  Mom got it for me before–before–”

Noah’s by my side in an instant.  “Hey, hey, it’s okay.  She’s in Heaven now, okay?”

“Y-yeah.”  I muster a small smile.  “I know.”

“Want me to leave you here so you can read this thing?  I can call your client, tell ‘er you’re ready for pickup.”

“Thanks, bro.”  I ruffle Noah’s hair, and he grins up at me.

The door slams shut behind him as he runs back into the house.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” I mutter to myself as I sit down on a cardboard box and flip open my old diary.  Dust flutters into the air with every turn of the pages, and after sneezing multiple times, I elect to simply close my eyes, open the book to a random page in the middle, and see what I’ve got.

And… here.

I flip open the diary, the yellowed page crinkling softly in my hand as I press it down to read what I’d written.

“Dear Diary,”

God, I was such a nerd.

“Today there was a new kid at school, this tall (but not taller than me) boy named Maximilian.  I talked to him a recess, and he told me to call him Max.  He had REALLY AWESOME big black hair and I wanted to touch it but that would probably be weird so I kept quiet.

“It was really awkward and I don’t know why.  He told me about how his old school was right outside District 3 and I told him that District 1 was just a few miles away.  He seemed SUPER psyched when I told him that the 8th graders take field trips there at the end of the year because when he lived in Oregon he’d never actually been inside District 3.

“We talked for almost the entirety of recess and he said I was lucky to have a little brother but I said he was lucky to be an only child.  I told him that 9-year-olds are annoying.

“NOAH IF YOU’RE READING THIS: KEEP OUT

“While we were talking I realized I got this funny feeling whenever he looked at me.  Is that what it’s like to like someone?  I think so but I’m not sure because Mom says it’s not something that can be put into words.

“Well, I have to go to bed now because it’s almost 9:00 P.M. at night but Greg told me that he’s only ever had crushes on girls and that maybe I’m ‘gay’ or something like that.  He seemed pretty cool with it but he said that if I ever liked him he’d send his big highschooler brother Joey to beat me up (but I know I could beat him in a fight so I don’t care.).

“Bye, Diary!

“A+M M+A Max+Alec Alec+Max”

I lean my head forward into my hands, unsuccessfully trying to hide the grin and blush spreading across my face.

Oh, if only little me knew…

My phone rings in my pocket, interrupting my train of thought, and I startle, picking it up to look at the caller ID.

Maximilian King (ICE 2) <33333 :)))) :DDD <333333333 (((((:

“Hey babe,” I say, putting my phone to my ear.

“Hi, love,” he replies, and I glance down at my old diary one more time before gently shutting it and closing my eyes, finally letting myself smile as Max and I talk.

[weareinastormoffuck]

If Mickey doesn’t play a huge part in season 6 I’ll probably stop watching. He’s basically the only character I give a shit about anymore.