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@victory-candescence
my ducks? in a row. the elephant? addressed. my goose? cooked. my eggs? in several baskets. the bigger fish? fried.
Your monkeys ?
those aren’t mine.
George’s vision of his wife without him is essential to the film, but critics continue to miss its true—and profound—meaning.
A beautiful and wise read.
This is lovely and exactly what I needed to read tonight.
portraits of utility poles
“Unfinished Painting” — Keith Haring
This painting was left intentionally incomplete. Haring began it when he was dying due to complications from AIDS, and knew he didn’t have much time left. The piece represents the incomplete lives of him and many others, lost to AIDS during the crisis.
“AIDS Memorial Quilt” — Multiple
This quilt is over 50 tons heavy, and one of, if not the, largest pieces of community folk art. Many people who died of AIDS did not receive funerals, due to social stigma and many funeral homes refusing to handle the deceased’s remains, so this was one of the only ways their lives could be celebrated. Each panel was created in recognition of someone who died due to AIDS, typically by that person’s loved ones.
“Untitled” (Portrait of Ross in L.A.) — Felix Gonzalez-Torres
This pile of candy weighs the same amount as Gonzalez-Torres’ partner, Ross Laycock, did. Ross Laycock had died due to AIDS-related complications earlier that same year. Visitors who see this piece are encouraged to take some of the candy. As they do so, the pile of candy weighs less and less, like how AIDS had deteriorated the body of Ross Laycock.
The SF Gay Men's Chorus
This photo was taken in 1993. The men in white are the surviving original members. Every man in black is standing in for an original member who lost their lives to AIDS.
“Electric Fan (Feel it Motherfuckers); Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate, 1997” — John Boskovich
After the death of his lover, Stephen Earabino, from AIDS, Boskovich discovered that his family had completely cleared his room, including Boskovich’s own possessions, save for this fan. An entire person, existence and relationship had been erased, just like so many lives during the AIDS crisis. Boskovich encased the fan in Plexiglass, but added cutouts so that its air may be felt by the viewer, almost like an exhalation. In a sense, restoring Earabino’s breath.
“Blue” — Derek Jarman
This was Jarman’s final feature film, released four months before his death from AIDS-related complications. These complications had left him visually impaired, able to only see in shades of blue. This film consists of a single shot of a saturated blue color, as the soundtrack to the film described Jarman’s life through narration, intercut with the adventures of Blue, a humanization of the color blue. The film's final moments consist of a set of repeated names: “John. Daniel. Howard. Graham. Terry. Paul". These are the names of former lovers and friends of Jarman who had died due to AIDS.
“Untitled” (Perfect Lovers) — Felix Gonzalez-Torres
Created by the same man who created the previous untitled piece, this piece was also inspired by his lover’s deterioration and death due to AIDS. This piece consists of two perfectly alike clocks. Over the course of time, one of the clocks will fall out of sync with the other.
In a letter written to his lover about the piece, before his lover’s passing, Gonzalez-Tourres wrote, “Don't be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, the time has been so generous to us. We imprinted time with the sweet taste of victory. We conquered fate by meeting at a certain time in a certain space. We are a product of the time, therefore we give back credit were it is due: time. We are synchronized, now forever. I love you.”
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"Dear God" - Derek Jarman. Mixed media, (1987)
My favourite of Jarman's "black paintings" created on the first anniversary of his diagnosis with AIDS.
"There are old poops who will say that you do not become a grown-up until you have somehow survived, as they have, some famous calamity -- the Great Depression, the Second World War, Vietnam, whatever. Storytellers are responsible for this destructive, not to say suicidal, myth. Again and again in stories, after some terrible mess, the character is able to say at last, 'Today I am a woman. Today I am a man. The end.' When I got home from the Second World War, my Uncle Dan clapped me on the back, and he said, 'You're a man now.' So I killed him. Not really, but I certainly felt like doing it. Dan, that was my bad uncle, who said a male can't be a man unless he'd gone to war. But I had a good uncle, my late Uncle Alex. He was my father's kid brother, a childless graduate of Harvard who was an honest life-insurance salesman in Indianapolis. He was well-read and wise. And his principal complaint about other human beings was that they so seldom noticed it when they were happy. So when we were drinking lemonade under an apple tree in the summer, say, and talking lazily about this and that, almost buzzing like honeybees, Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the agreeable blather to exclaim, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.' So I do the same now, and so do my kids and grandkids. And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'"
— Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country (2005)
Livre de la Vigne nostre Seigneur; France, 15th century; Bodleian Library, MS. Douce 134, f. 49v
Art by Ungfio
Walter Molino
The Drowned Halls
[image description: pixel art of the house from piranesi. it has a marble hallway with a central staircase, surrounded by statues, and is half flooded. piranesi himself sits on the staircase, fishing. end description.]
I think there’s a lot of potential for someone to design a small zine/pamphlet/flyer that can be put in sharing boxes and the like (little free libraries, free pantries, freedges, etc) that basically sows the seeds for anticapitalist thought using the sharing spaces as an example. Maybe a little definition of what “mutual aid” means, then going into how networks of projects like this could provide for people’s needs without having to rely on corporate, nonprofit, or government assistance, and providing first steps for getting involved with the larger mutual aid movement
People really love those sharing boxes, and I think they could be open-minded to having their political perspective widened if we use them as a starting point. I don’t really have the graphic design or writing skills to pull this off, but if anyone else makes something please send it my way and I’ll gladly promote it online and distribute it around my area
Seriously though, if someone makes this, please tag me or dm it to me, and I’ll boost tf out of it in my area! I don’t have the time right now, because I’m working and doing school, but if someone else does, I’d love to know!!
Wow…. I’m a graphic designer living in an area of Brooklyn NY, where I can walk to more than 10 community fridges/free libraries within TEN minutes… and I know of dozens more within a few miles from me….. I’m going to make a mutual aid zine tomorrow (02/10/2021).
DM me if anyone wants a pdf and PLEASE DM me if you have any stats, tips, or resources that should go in a zine like this :^)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Uzc8xcEqs53BtBLcZ-oRgS504RhKZk4j/view?usp=drivesdk
I made a pdf zine! All u gotta do is print landscape and fold it in the standard 8.5x11 format. I left the last/back page blank for us to fill in our local resources by hand!
Here’s how to fold it! I find it helps with folding if you cut a little further than it tells you to here
Distribute these widely! Drop ‘em in little free libraries, free pantries, or community fridges, or give them away at Food Not Bombs meals or through your local mutual aid group! And share this design around!
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“Growing Around Grief”
Lois Tonkin, 1996
so when's season three coming out? 👀
Oh, uh. I guess I should mention that I’ve made this thing. Three months after release sounds like a perfect time. Untitled Tile Painter is a quirky little drawing tool that lets you lay down funky geometric Bauhaus-inspired patterns. It’s 50% a useful thing for actual people and 50% me wanting to stretch my UMG muscles on something. It’s also a little bit like a control panel of an alien spaceship, as far as UX goes. Give it a go, if it looks like your kind of thing! It’s entirely free and all generated images are yours to keep and use as you see fit.
holy shit this is incredible