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Real gender equality
What’s it’s really like being a bisexual in 2018
Susanna and the Elders, Restored (Left)
Susanna and the Elders, Restored with X-ray (Right)
Kathleen Gilje, 1998
Oooh my gosh this is rad. This is so rad.
For those who don’t know about this painting, the artist was the Baroque artist Artemisia Gentileschi.
Gentileschi was a female painter in a time when it was very largely unheard of for a woman to be an artist. She managed to get the opportunity for training and eventual employment because her father, Orazio, was already a well established master painter who was very adamant that she get artistic training. He apparently saw a high degree of skill in some artwork she did as a hobby in childhood. He was very supportive of her and encouraged her to resist the “traditional attitude and psychological submission to brainwashing and the jealousy of her obvious talents.”
Gentileschi became extremely well known in her time for painting female figures from the Bible and their suffering. For example, the one seen above depicts the story from the Book of Daniel. Susanna is bathing in her garden when two elders began to spy on her in the nude. As she finishes they stop her and tell her that they will tell everyone that they saw her have an affair with a young man (she’s married so this is an offense punishable by death) unless she has sex with them. She refuses, they tell their tale, and she is going to be put to death when the protagonist of the book (Daniel) stops them.
So that painting above? That was her first major painting. She was SEVENTEEN-YEARS-OLD. For context, here is a painting of the same story by Alessandro Allori made just four years earlier in 1606:
Wowwwww. That does not look like a woman being threatened with a choice between death or rape. So imagine 17 year old Artemisia trying to approach painting the scene of a woman being assaulted. And she paints what is seen in the x-ray above. A woman in horrifying, grotesque anguish with what appears to be a knife poised in her clenched hand. Damn that shit is real. Who wants to guess that she was advised by, perhaps her father or others, to tone it down. Women can’t look that grotesque. Sexual assault can’t be depicted as that horrifying. And women definitely can’t be seen as having the potential to fight back. Certainly not in artwork. Women need to be soft. They need to wilt from their captors but still look pretty and be a damsel in distress. So she changed it.
What’s interesting to note is that she eventually painted and stuck with some of her own, less traditional depictions of women. However, that is more interesting with some context.
(Warning for reference to rape, torture, and images of paintings which show violence and blood.)
So, Gentileschi’s story continues in the very next year, 1611, when her father hires Agostino Tassi, an artist, to privately tutor her. It was in this time when Tassi raped her. He then proceeded to promise that he would marry her. He pointed out that if it got out that she had lost her virginity to a man she wasn’t going to marry then it would ruin her. Using this, he emotionally manipulated her into continuing a sexual relationship with him. However, he then proceeded to marry someone else. Horrified at this turn of events she went to her father. Orazio was having none of this shit and took Tassi to court. At that time, rape wasn’t technically an offense to warrant a trial, but the fact that he had taken her virginity (and therefore technically “damaged Orazio’s property”. ugh.) meant that the trial went along. It lasted for 7 months. During this time, to prove the truth of her words, Artemisia was given invasive gynecological examinations and was even questioned while being subjected to torture via thumb screws. It was also discovered during the trial that Tassi was planning to kill his current wife, have an affair with her sister, and steal a number of Orazio’s paintings. Tassi was found guilty and was given a prison sentence of…. ONE. YEAR……. Which he never even served because the verdict was annulled.
During this time and a bit after (1611-1612), Artemisia painted her most famous work of Judith Slaying Holofernes. This bible story involved Holofernes, an Assyrian general, leading troops to invade and destroy Bethulia, the home of Judith. Judith decides to deal with this issue by coming to him, flirting with him to get his guard down, and then plying him with food and lots of wine. When he passed out, Judith and her handmaiden took his sword and cut his head off. Issue averted. The subject was a very popular one for art at the time. Here is a version of the scene painted in 1598-99 by Carivaggio, whom was a great stylistic influence on Artemisia:
This depiction is a pretty good example of how this scene was typically depicted. Artists usually went out of their way to show Judith committing the act (or having committed it) while trying to detach her from the actual violence of it. In this way, they could avoid her losing the morality of her character and also avoid showing a woman committing such aggression. So here we see a young, rather delicate looking Judith in a pure white dress. She is daintily holding down this massive man and looks rather disgusted and upset at having to do this. Now, here is Artemisia’s:
Damn. Thats a whole different scene. Here Holofernes looks less like he’s simply surprised by the goings ons and more like a man choking on his own blood and struggling fruitlessly against his captors. The blood here is less of a bright red than in Carrivaggio’s but is somehow more sickening. It feels more real, and gushes in a much less stylized way than Carrivaggio’s. Not to mention, Judith here is far from removed from the violence. She is putting her physical weight into this act. Her hands (much stronger looking than most depictions of women’s hands in early artwork) are working hard. Her face, as well, is completely different. She doesn’t look upset, necessarily, but more determined.
It’s also worth note that the handmaiden is now involved in the action. It’s worth note because, during her rape trial, Artemisia stated that she had cried for help during the initial rape. Specifically she had called for Tassi’s female tenant in the building, Tuzia. Tuzia not only ignored her cries for help, but she also denied the whole happening. Tuzia had been a friend of Artemisia’s and in fact was one of her only female friends. Artemisia felt extremely betrayed, but rather than turning her against her own gender, this event instilled in her the deep importance of female relationships and solidarity among women. This can be seen in some of her artwork, and I believe in the one above, as well, with the inclusion of the handmaiden in the act.
So, I just added a million words worth of information dump on a post when no one asked me, but there we go. I could talk for ages about Artemisia as a person and her depictions of women (even beyond what I wrote above. Don’t get me started on her depictions of female nudes in comparison to how male artists painted nude women at the time.)
To sum up: Artemisia Gentileschi is rad as hell. This x-ray is also rad as hell and makes her even radder.
I love art history.
I’m reblogging this again to add something that I also think is important to know about Artemisia Gentileschi. Back in her time and through even to TODAY, there are people who argue that her artworks were greatly aided by her father…. As in he either helped her paint them or just straight up painted them himself. Hell, there are a number of works only recently (past several years or so) that have been officially attributed to Artemisia because people originally saw the signature with “Gentileschi” in it and automatically attributed it to Orazio. So, not only was Artemisia Gentileschi an amazing artist and amazing historical figure, but I don’t want it to be ignored that there are people over 400 years later who still won’t give her the credit she deserves, just because she’s a woman and obviously women can’t paint like she did.
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Bismuth: FUCK the diamonds honestly
Garnet: Bismuth you cannot fuck a diamond
Pearl: not with that attitude
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HE’S A FROZEN TREAT WITH AN ALL NEW TASTE
‘CAUSE HE CAME TO THIS PLANET FROM OUTER SPACE
A REFUGEE FROM AN INTERSTELLAR WAR
BUT NOW HE’S AT YOUR LOCAL GROCERY STORE
COOKIE CAT! HE’S A PET FOR YOUR TUMMY!
COOKIE CAT! HE’S SUPER-DUPER YUMMY
COOKIE CAT! HE LEFT HIS FAMILY BEHIND!
that one extremely homoerotic painting of a babylonian man listening to a babylonian twink playing babylonian harp. that one
yeah
this is my favorite painting full stop
that “babylonian twink” is King David
The baffled twink composing Hallelujah
Dazzling Three-Dimensional Paper Sculptures of Birds, Bees, and Crustaceans by Lisa Lloyd
Greg Klassen’s River Tables.
Woodworker Greg Klassen’s (Previously on Supersonic Art) gorgeous “River Tables,” which are made from hand-cut blue glass and raw wood, straddle the line of furniture and fine art. Continue below to see much more of Greg’s incredible creations:
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Me gustan las personas que me hacen perder la tristeza y no la confianza.
If you ever feel bad about taking a longer time than someone else to accomplish the same things, just remember that during the 1912 Stockholm Olympics Japanese marathon runner Shizo Kanakuri passed out in a garden party along the marathon route and, instead of notifying race officials of his inability to finish the race, he went back to Japan without telling anyone and was considered a missing person by the Swedish authorities for 50 years.
He didn’t finish the race until 1967 when a Swedish television station offered to help him complete the run, and he finished with a final time of 54 years, 8 months, 6 days, 5 hours, 32 minutes and 20.379 seconds.
This post needs the picture of the man finally crossing the finish line.
I love how happy he is.
the father, the son, and the holy spirit
Stranger Things characters as textposts 1/?: Will Byers
Riega tus plantitas,
háblales bonito,
quiérelas mucho
y verás como crecen.
(lo mismo pasa con tu alma y con tu cuerpo.)
Viví
Antes de decir que no, pensá que algún día te vas a morir. Sí, te vas a morir.
Metete al mar, despeinate… que la sal te endurezca el pelo y la piel, que te despinte. Metete de día, de noche… que una ola gigante te lleve a pasear y la arena se te meta en los calzones. Que el “toples” sea por la fuerza del agua, menos sexy y más divertido. Cagate mucho de risa, enterrate en la arena, hacé un castillito… sí, estás peludo, pero las ganas de hacer un castillito no se van jamás.
Tirate en paracaídas que tenés más probabilidades de morirte entrando el auto a la cochera de tu casa, cruzando la avenida apurado para ir a laburar, o de un ataque al corazón post- estrés, post- chatarra, post- depresión. Acostate con tu perro y llenate la ropa de pelos, escuchá su corazón… ese sí que late por vos.
Juntate con tus amigos aunque no tengas un puto peso. Siempre hay un paquete de arroz por ahí, o unas criollitas. Juntate con ellos y meate de risa y si los ves con el celular, tiraselos por la cabeza. Putealos, que están ahí con vos… el resto puede esperar. Coman el asado, vayan a la montaña, ponganse en terlipes en el medio de la calle. Sólo para reír. La amistad sana y no hay antidepresivo que le toque los talones.
Viajá. Ahorrá y viajá. Quizás cuando termines de pagar la ropa que te estás comprando ya la hayas dejado de usar. Quizás cuando termines de pagarte tu casa se haya llevado la deuda… toda tu energía. Quizás cuando termines de pagarte el auto te hayas acostumbrado a caminar. Quizás cuando termines de pagar el microondas te des cuenta de que como calentar en el horno no hay. El somnier extra súper archi blah blah “King” puede esperar, mejor una garrafita para la montaña. Escuchame pendejx, viajá.
Viajá, viajá para enriquecer el alma. Conocé gente, culturas, idiomas. Viajá para ver y escuchar que el amor en todos lados tiene la misma lengua. Viajá, tirate al pasto. Vaciá cuarenta y cinco termos de “meta mate y charla” y que te quede la lengua verde de chupar la bombilla mientras guardás las fotos de ese paisaje en tu cabeza. Y si no hay guita, andate igual. Andate abajo de una planta. Tres frazadas, fideos blancos y nada más.
Escuchá, escuchá a tus viejos. Preguntales todo lo que no sabés, todo lo que pasó. Cuántas veces amaron y cuántas perdieron un amor. Preguntales que querían ser de grandes cuando eran chicos. Preguntales porqué carajos no lo hacen si están vivos. Hablá, hablá con ellos que te escuchan hasta en silencio. Deciles que los querés y metete el orgullo post-moderno liberal de “todo me chupa un huevo” en el culo. Porque ellos también se van a morir. Abrazalos como si fuera la última vez… que ni las velas de cumpleaños, ni las estrellas fugaces, ni las vaquitas de San Antonio tienen el poder de conceder la inmortalidad.
Decilo todo. Decilo, escribilo, transmití. Sacate la vergüenza de las venas. Decile que la querés, decile que lo amás. Metele un beso para que no se olvide más. Decile que te dormís y te levantás pensándolo/la. Decile, decile todo lo que se te cruce por el bocho. Sé asquerosamente romántico/a. Empachate. Dejá de hacerte el/la durx que todos bien sabemos lo que siente el otro. Así que… decilo. ¿Qué podés perder? Decile lo que te gusta, lo que te enloquece, lo que te excita. Dejá de sobarle la espalda a la tristeza y abrazala, abrazala fuerte y que se vaya un tiempo para volver fresquita como una lechuga y así… la volves a abrazar.
Antes de tener hijos… sé un niño, sé un niño todo el tiempo que más puedas. Dormí, salí, reíte, comé chocolates y gomitas y reíte. Fulminá tu juventud… antes de envejecer. Y cuando te pongas viejo, contale a la generación entrante… qué significa cada una de tus arrugas. No les dejes tu cuerpo gris, dejales tus ganas de vivir. Dale viejo, dejalos que jueguen a la pelota en la siesta ¿Te acordás cuando jugabas a la pelota en la siesta? Dale, no llames a la policía. Comprate un paquete de bombitas y cuando te toquen el timbre mojalos también. Dale viejo, viejo las pelotas. Sí, viejas las pelotas pero sangre en el pecho. No fué hace tanto viejo, acordate y reíte con ellos… antes de decir que no.
- Desconozco el autor pero tiene un tinte argentino, me lo mandaron por wasap y empecé el día con esto. Vale la pena compartirlo
the girl with kaleidoscope eyes
A new babe for my ship with @diptripstothedarkside She lives in hawaii, and her mother is Hawaiian while her father is from the mainland states. She works part time at a local tourist trap as entertainment for folks, a restaurant that her greedy and rude father runs.