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So spent most of today in Manhattan with my friend Cody just roaming around. Went to a few bars, our favorite? The Stonewall Inn. Brought back some memories of going to Stonewall every week back in PA. Met a lovely married gay couple and it made me happy and sad. Happy because they were so perfect for each other, but sad because it made me realize how much I want to find that perfect girl for me. But all in all I had a great time and wish I was staying in the city for just a little bit longer.
“This piece was primarily a trust exercise, in which she told viewers she would not move for six hours no matter what they did to her. She placed 72 objects one could use in pleasing or destructive ways, ranging from flowers and a feather boa to a knife and a loaded pistol, on a table near her and invited the viewers to use them on her however they wanted.
Initially, Abramović said, viewers were peaceful and timid, but it escalated to violence quickly. “The experience I learned was that … if you leave decision to the public, you can be killed… I felt really violated: they cut my clothes, stuck rose thorns in my stomach, one person aimed the gun at my head, and another took it away. It created an aggressive atmosphere. After exactly 6 hours, as planned, I stood up and started walking toward the public. Everyone ran away, escaping an actual confrontation.”
This piece revealed something terrible about humanity, similar to what Philip Zimbardo’s Stanford Prison Experiment or Stanley Milgram’s Obedience Experiment, both of which also proved how readily people will harm one another under unusual circumstances.”
This performance showed just how easy it is to dehumanize a person who doesn’t fight back, and is particularly powerful because it defies what we think we know about ourselves. I’m certain the no one reading this believes the people around him/her capable of doing such things to another human being, but this performance proves otherwise.”
this is why performance art is important
So every single person who told me ‘ignore them they’ll go away’ and ‘you can’t let them know they bothered you’ and ‘They’ll stop if they don’t see you react’ and all that bull shit, my entire school career, I want you to look good and hard at this.
I want you to think about what you said.
What you keep saying.
What you are telling your children.
You are making them powerless.
Huh? I thought everyone did that?I love doing this. Especially older books.
I have a certain “book smell” and when i find a book that has it I go nuts. Fo sho.
The orbits of the moons and planets form a fractal 4-dimensional helix in spacetime.
FUCK YES NORWAY
How to advertise an arts college.
Thankfully my parents never had such altitude. But sadly, some parents do react as such.
Could I share a personal story?
I’m a student of the University of Manchester’s Faculty of Law. The day I left Singapore, my aunt held me in her arms and started sobbing, and my dad brought me into a hug and said “I’m so proud of you,”
My dad has never told me that before. I grew up learning art was a tumourous talent - it meant your child would spend too much time lost in their own world, thinking up stories and characters and learning how to break down the world into shapes. It was a cancerous growth, eating away at your free time and your grades, and your ambitions. It would stop me from betting high marks, getting a good job.
And so, when I was twelve at a christmas party, one of the guests asked me, “Nicky, tell me about your art!” and Dad pulled him aside and said “Don’t encourage her,”
Years later my family was sending me off to law school, with my dad telling me he was, finally, pleased with my choices in life.
I was in a seminar the other day, sitting a class of twelve or so, and we were each asked to explain why we were in Manchester, and why law. Some people said they wanted to become barristers or solicitors, others wanted to fight for justice, and some just said, with a laugh, that they were in it for the money.
When it came to my turn, I simply said, “I’ve always wanted to be an artist. My parents sent me here, they want me to have a future, and I hope to make them proud.”
The class broke out into laughter. What kind of idiot was forced into law school? Who would be that dumb? And then, they grew quiet.
They knew I meant it. Everyone knew I was being serious. If I had a say in it, I’d make books for children, I’d fill their minds and imaginations with the beautiful things I’ve had the fortune to see. I’d tell stories and send their minds on adventures, weeping, cheering, and laughing in hysterics. I’d be an artist, and I wouldn’t be reading about Contracts and Torts.
The lecturer blinked at me, and then smiled. What he said next nearly made me cry:
“Nicolette, that was very noble of you. Make the most of your time in Manchester, but don’t ever stop drawing. The world will never stop appreciating art.”
I told him later that he was the first adult in all 18 years of my life to ever tell me that.
tl:dr, parents still DO think like this. I found these ads adorable, clearly they’re supposed to be a joke - but I’m really really glad other people recognize that not every parent allows their kid to draw.
(THESE ARE ALL POSTERS AT MY SCHOOL IN THE ART ROOMS AHHHHHHHH)
welp I’m just about on the verge of tears because of photoset + response. This sounds pretty much like my life.
just kill me now
I’m going to murder my feelings
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