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Crying in Art, Part 152

Why were you crying? from the East Bay chapter of the Public Crying Coalition

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Louise Bourgeois & Tracey Emin - Do Not Abandon Me, 2009-2010

Do Not Abandon Me is a collaboration between Louise Bourgeois and Tracey Emin consisting of sixteen intimate works made over the past two years. These drawings articulate physical drives and feelings, candidly confronting themes of identity, sexuality and the fear of loss and abandonment through joint expression.

This series originated with Bourgeois, who began the works by painting male and female torsos in profile on paper, mixing red, blue and black gouache pigments with water to create delicate and fluid silhouettes. Bourgeois then passed the images on to Emin, who later confessed: ‘I carried the images around the world with me from Australia to France, but I was too scared to touch them’. Emin overlaid Bourgeois’s forms with fantasy, drawing smaller figures that engaged with the torsos like Lilliputian lovers, enacting the body’s desires and anxieties. In one, a woman kisses an erect phallus; in another, a small fetus-like form protrudes from a swollen belly. In many, Emin’s handwriting inscribes the images with a narrative, putting into words the emotions expressed in Bourgeois’s vibrant gouaches.

This suite of prints was one of the last projects Louise Bourgeois completed before her death. They were then printed at Dye-namix studio in New York with archival dyes on cloth in an edition of 18 sets with 6 artist proofs. The exhibition travels to Hauser & Wirth from Carolina Nitsch Project Room, New York, and is accompanied by a fully illustrated catalogue.

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I’ll be waiting here
across the deep dark waters
for you to swim home. Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

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The Ism and the Alcohol

longform:

On addiction and addiction narratives.

This is powerful and true and important. Read it.

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theparisreview:

GRAMMAR
What is rigid has its place,a dimming to come back to.What’s right is mutable.
Station to depart from, smokyplatform in the tiny hours.Condensation gathered on the clock.Pull the collar close. Leave conversationwatchful by the gate.
Gray as it is, the structure’s bulkremains for acres into the fog.
—Melanie Rehak, from “Self-Portrait as the Liberal Arts.”Photography: Angex Lin.

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GRAMMAR

What is rigid has its place,
a dimming to come back to.
What’s right is mutable.

Station to depart from, smoky
platform in the tiny hours.
Condensation gathered on the clock.
Pull the collar close. Leave conversation
watchful by the gate.

Gray as it is, the structure’s bulk
remains for acres into the fog.

Melanie Rehak, from “Self-Portrait as the Liberal Arts.”
Photography: Angex Lin.

Also, in the class I’m teaching, today we talked about how pieces of art that relate to love are inspired by real life, and how sometimes things going on in the artist’s life play an important role in what the artist creates.

What I mean to say is that one student brought in The Fault in Our Stars so we talked about John Green and Esther and it was brilliant.

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This is me trying to be happy and enjoy life on a morning where I’m finding it extremely difficult to do so. If yoga has taught me anything it is that we are what we put our attention on, so I’m putting mine on how tasty this smoothie is instead of how tired I feel. Today’s smoothie: spinach, almond milk, banana, orange, and blueberries. #cleaneating #simplegreensmoothies #positivethinking

This is me trying to be happy and enjoy life on a morning where I’m finding it extremely difficult to do so. If yoga has taught me anything it is that we are what we put our attention on, so I’m putting mine on how tasty this smoothie is instead of how tired I feel. Today’s smoothie: spinach, almond milk, banana, orange, and blueberries. #cleaneating #simplegreensmoothies #positivethinking

Sometimes (often) I hold onto things because I’m afraid I’ll need then at some later point, even if the things are torn or have holes in them or are otherwise damaged. I hold onto them out of some sense of terror that I won’t find something to replace it which. And then I wonder why I have so much stuff.

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You know what’s embarrassing? This is the calendar page for March 😳 it’s more than halfway through April, I forgot to the change the page, and I just realized. How do these things happen.

You know what’s embarrassing? This is the calendar page for March 😳 it’s more than halfway through April, I forgot to the change the page, and I just realized. How do these things happen.

I do not need someone to complete me
but if you wanted to
we could walk next to each other
into whatever is coming next. Meghan Lynn (via cosmicroots)

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exoticwild:

What I’m really terrified of is leading an average, ordinary life with a regular job and an invariable routine, planned holidays, an average household, fixed responsibilities and not doing anything different to be remembered by.

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I’m at the end of my work day, feeling pretty tired, with more still left to do when I go home. I feel like I never accomplish anything over the course of a day. I feel like I’m always behind. This feeling goes away eventually, right? I sure hope so.

I went to early morning yoga today in anticipation of this exact feeling, and boy am I glad I did. I’d rather spend my energy on things that reward and nourish me than on toxic things that weigh me down. At least if I do early morning yoga, I’ll spend more time on something that motivates me, and I won’t have any energy left to spend on the things that drain me.

That’s my thought, in any case.

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The sickness in me
is not luring
or fashionable
it is cruel and vast
and you’ve no idea
what I’d give
to see it gone. Beau Taplin, "This is not a cry for attention, this is a cry for help."  (via fuckyeahdepressingshit)

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Further lamentations:
  • this coffee is gross
  • I am very tired
  • this coffee: disgusting
  • I’m feeling guilty for things I know I don’t need to feel guilty about, and feeling guilty for feeling guilty, because that’s healthy
  • Have I mentioned how gross this coffee is?
  • I haven’t written anything in days
  • I can’t beat this stupid 2048 game
  • I would really like to switch my intention and focus
  • but, help, I’m stuck
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So much sad, so much anxiety. Someone please send lots of puppies and vanilla lattes.

Also, please tell me what to do with my life.

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