Hmmm... I need to read up on Shrödingers superpositioning and the observer effect.
Something seems off.
Interesting show.
But damn! Is Jennifer Connelly dying of cancer irl? That is a POW starvation body. Like whoa!
I thought maybe she lost weight for her role in SnowPiercer, but she's even smaller now. She'd also need lot's of face fillers to keep from looking like a junkie at that weight.
Please do not re-popularise the literal skeleton body for women.
Picasso almost ended Dora Maar's career, convincing her, when they were a couple, to quit photography because he was intimidated by her talent.
There is a long list of artists suppressed by the petty hacks of European modernist movements, and a longer list of female innovators erased from public memory. Leonora Carrington and Dorothea Tanning met similar resistance; Andre Breton and Dalí both also being misogynistic megalomaniacs who vanguarded surrealism from women; Henry Miller writing to Anaïs Nin that her stories were garbage and should be disregarded, only for her to discover whole sections copied word for word in his novels years later, all while she financed his existence.
Francoise Gilot finally gets an exhibition after this hack successfully ruined her chances of success as an artist while she lived, and her name is still omitted.
Rebecca Solnit suggests that the fact that the question "what is your mother's maiden name?" is often used for security measures is a meaningful indicator of the extent of women's erasure. What's in a name? A lot. If one's claim of one's own name meant nothing then colonisers wouldn't need to strip them from the colonised, and men wouldn't need to erase them in marriage, from history books and from reportage.
“Try to approach things without preconceived ideas, without supposing you already know everything there is to know about them. Get that trick down and you'll be surprised at what's really all around you.”
I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance. The cloud clears as you enter it. I have learned this, but like everyone, I learned it late.
“I don’t feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall – like seeking love in a whorehouse.”
–Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980