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i am really passionate about going to my schools gallery crawl where all the undergrads exhibit their art. The work folks make range from uninformed, to simply bad, to copying other famous artists, or just trying to make it through art school. Genuinely, it’s inspiring to see people try stuff out, get halfway, play around, wrestle with a concept and fail (sometimes hilariously). and bitch it’s necessary! being audacious, playful and unafraid of failure, intrigued or exhausted, it’s all a part of making. being so scared to screw up makes u make no work at all. I made so so so much bad work in school and i presented it proudly. I wanna get back to failing spectacularly and doing it with a grin.
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Mar 8, 2025
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just had an epiphany about how everyone seeks something different from art, how we all perceive it based on who we are as individuals … for the longest time in art/film school i’ve been scared to pursue the art i want out of fear that it will turn out very bad. but i hope we make art anyway despite that fear, as long as it sustains ourselves and the people who matter. i hope we all get to freely make ā€œbadā€ art šŸ«‚
Mar 12, 2025
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while this seems counterintuitive it’s something I’ve been trying to adopt this mindset into my practice lately since it presents great opportunities to learn and make Better Art. as someone who always Wants Perfection with their work (especially with the first go of things), making bad art has been something I’ve made a lot lately because I’ve been learning so many new things (like cyanotype and darkroom printing). fun fact: I actually have two cyano-totes. The first one has barely seen the light of day because it was a hot mess (aka I def did not rinse it enough). BUT without the first one I would not have made the second one that you guys showed so much love for!!!!!! *this was also a nice little reflection moment for me because I was very fed up last night in my darkroom class so thanks pi.fyi for making #reflect and remember it’s about progress not perfection*
Jul 3, 2024
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Applying for things as an artist, looking for careers (haha) and an MFA is so castrating. It also feels paradoxical. Whenever I write a project proposal or a cover letter trying to ā€˜stand out’ against another bunch of equally talented and determined people makes me feel like cattle. (love u guys tho). How am I supposed to stand out when I am working under a regime? The other proof of creative prowess is IRL- getting yourself out of sticky situations (i.e., unemployment, shit job, parents’ house) CREATIVELY. use your skills! they are an advantage! I didnt pay for a Bfa for nothing- I can’t write an essay, but I can certainly throw a good art party. no shade to any mfas, this post is mainly out of spite ā¤ļø

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@mothersuperior post on latex and the yearndemic reminded me of this essay that I read a few years ago about the commodification and fetishization of the body and how it’s been paralleled with a lack of chemistry and sexuality that we used to see on screen. The title is your tldr: everyone is hot and no one is horny. The sterilization of sexuality and sex is everywhere, past even film. It’s a response to the acceleration of capitalism, war and colonial extraction of the earth. It has crept into the ways we view ourselves, our experience and our bodies. One thing I took away from this essay is that to align yourself with traditional beauty standards will make you too tired to fuck. Similarly, the whole « working on yourselfĀ Ā» grind that I heard on first dates all the time is this strange, individualistic perspective that makes you too exhausted and distracted for the holistic chemistry we desire. We flatten our lives to marketable lines that make us appear attractive - I’m working on myself, I’ve been going to therapy, I have a nice job and apartment. And while people are obviously horny, they don’t know for what - forming our bodies to be Ā better, our minds fixed and correct, we can’t pinpoint what the purpose is cause we’re too fucking exhausted to investigate further than that. Love, desire, and chemistry feel more and more elusive. For us to morph ourselves into the image of sexiness according to western beauty standards, there is sacrifice (nutrients, your current corporeal form, the ability to be perceived as more than an object, working long hours for your grind) that doesn’t align with sensuality (unless you’re into that). There is no room for the spectrum of sensations you body is capable of feeling. There is no room for desire when we’ve given it all up the capitalist war machine. :p
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