badoom-ksst!

heart of wool

Ms. Stewart, whose heart truly is made of wool and stuffed with cotton balls, with roughly stitched veins that no actual blood runs through. “The Sacred Heart of Martha Stewart,” a replica of the real one. Proportionate in size, accurate in materials used; the woman whose exterior says “I love arranged flowers and mashes potatoes” but whose insides don’t care about committing fraud or ‘obstructing justice’, as her judge ruled she had done. I find it laughable that some call her a role model to women, even before she began fraud stockholders, as I find she only makes women look more ridiculous than ever. She embodies two huge (conflicting) female stereotypes: first, the stupid stay-at-home blonde, then, the cold hard business-dyke-bitch. I suppose we can have it all. Her oxymoronic qualities are far too reminiscent of religion to me. One day she is in the kitchen graciously baking apple pie, the next she is secretly crusading against her own followers. I find it all reminds me far too much of the Catholic church.

drum roll please

SO, 

this all leads up to something, right? 

*proper image coming soon.*

what's made with time, time respects.

Theresa Honeywell, a Washington DC native with a Masters Degree in sculpture, is best known for her knitted and crocheted interpretations of hard, rough everyday items. 

Provocative imagery and macho icons are rendered into delicate and beautiful pieces of art that seem to question the notion of what art is, and what is “only” a handicraft. Her work is very labor intensive and extremely detail oriented. She takes an "old lady" craft that is considered to be “pretty” and merely decorative, and creates art that comments on societies rigid notions of gender roles and high/low culture. 

Her work is currently being shown all over North America and she is looked upon as a goddess among other textile artists and grandmas the world over. 

Above: old school tattoo flash made of delicate lace. 

real life, unintentional, postmodernism.

I suppose i really can't say enough about  how much i dislike MS. I fail to understand  how anyone can really take something like  this seriously, let alone buy her products and  watch her shows. (...Notably, watch this episode.)

they call me mellow yellow.

Piss Christ is a controversial photograph by American photographer Andres Serrano. It depicts a small plastic crucifix submerged in a glass of the artist's urine.

To say the least, the piece was not well received by the global Catholic community; particularly when it won the Southeastern Center for Contemporary Art's "Awards in the Visual Arts" competition, and when Serrano received $15,000 for the work, part of it from the taxpayer-funded "National Endowment for the Arts."

What I love about this piece is how I had no idea at first glance that the beautiful honey-golden glow surrounding jesus, making him look so soft and almost regal, was pee. I also love the film effect as if the negative was also dipped in pee before it was enlarged, and as if the photo paper may also have been soaked in a pee wash. I find the disgust I felt in this realization immediately led me to feel the artists disgust in religion. When I later found out he had a very strict religious Latino upbringing, the pieces of the entire project fell together in my mind and I could completely picture Serrano putting everything together in his studio and the feelings he must have felt while he was doing it.

the beginnings of Rome

I really hate Martha Stewart. The woman is stuck in the 1950s nuclear housewife era. She somehow started out as a model, like 85 years ago, then somehow evolved her micro success into a now titanic territory of cooking, crafts, gardening and marketed "perfect american dream" empire of Roman proportions. She has a too many books published, a TV show that has been running for far too long, and owns the world's most boring magazine: "Living".