As a (relative) latecomer to formalised #arthistory, and as a critical #politicaleconomist, I found his book Art Worlds to be one of the most plausible & convincing analyses of the social milieu in which art is produced.;
the book dovetailed really well with my own political economic position (hence why I liked it) & helped me configure where my interests intersected.
If you've not read it, I really recommend it; great stuff
We speak of all our failings. We show and tell our flaws. We recall our shortcomings and traumas. The steps we can't un-take. The things we can't un-say. We compare the spindles that our pricked our fingers. Every poisoned apple. Every tree of knowledge. Every forbidden fruit. We tell the stories of our heartache, because when can share in each other's suffering, we can also share our strengths...
It’s not fair to books that may not have that attractive of a cover, but it is what it is-most especially when it’s an author or title I am unfamiliar with. The book below is evidence of this. This cover completely grabbed ahold of my attention. Not only did I read the synopsis, but I also knew I wanted to paint the other half. This is an older picture, but I’ve finally started reading it. While the synopsis is not one I’d gravitate towards, I’m giving it a chance, & all b/c of the initial attraction to the cover.#books#amreading#art#photography#randomhouse#delrey#ballantinebooks@bookstodon
We lose a job. We lose friends. A loved one dies. A marriage ends. Something perfect turns out not to be. Something meant to stand forever, crumbles apart and falls. Everything that flickers eventually fades. Every expression of fixity yields to alteration and sway.
Between the experience and the recognition, the remembering lasts longer than the event.
Testing this method on posting to Kbin from Mastodon shows that the post will appear in the Microblog section when you:
@[community name]@kbin.social
Hashtag additions to magazines/communities on kbin are inconsistently publishing at the moment, so if you want to make sure your post gets published, use this method.
For those wishing to publish on the 13th Floor Microblog, include the following in your mastodon / pixelfed / tweet style post:
Writing is a performance art, a kind of sleight of hand. We take something simple, something ordinary, something as common as words, and we turn it into something else. Something feathered. Something with wings. A dove. A white rabbit from out of now that leads to deeper into mystery. A invitation to wonder, that asks you to come along, to perform the trick yourself, again and again and again...
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, by Michael Chabon. You, alone of your family escape the holocaust as a teenager, and parlay your drawing skills into a lucrative career cartooning superheroes in America; but even with a side gig as a magician, you can not escape the past, can not avenge it, and struggle to keep it out of your future. 3 of 5 library cats 🐈 🐈 🐈
"We arrive in this world with birthright gifts," Parker Palmer says, and "then we spend the first half of our lives abandoning them or letting others disabuse us of them." Sometimes the second half isn’t much better. We’re told we’re not enough and we start to believe it. Parts of ourselves put up for auction. Pennies per the pound. Sweat equity bottled like snake oil and sold by the ounce.
@obu - AMAZING comprehensive FREE online courses on a variety of topics. I'm doing one on the words of the #Buddha and I am loving it. #Education#OnlineLearning
Sandhill Cranes with their newest addition, a Sandhill Crane chick. Parents stand 4.5+ feet tall and this little one, all legs stood about 20 inches tall. The chicks are also known as colts, can you imagine why?
Try @mattround 's web app which lets you paint a replica of the Mona Lisa. The app will then tell you how accurate your painting is compared to the original :D
Honey touches the tongue, activates a cell, and sends a signal. All in one-tenth of a second. In one hundred milliseconds. A hundred camera flashes. A hundred flaps of a fly's wings. Receptors bind to the memory of a substance that's already slipping away.