found these amazing green velvet bell bottoms today at goodwill, they’ve provoked me to channel Evan Rachel Wood circa Walking with Scissors. I get to be sassy sometimes.
"His body smelled like a precious-wood forest; his hair, like sandalwood, his skin, like cedar. It was as if he had always lived among trees and plants."
Anaïs Nin, Little Birds (via floralnymph)
“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.
As a rape survivor, THIS!, and the commentary times a thousand. People will do ugly, horrible, disgusting things to you if they believe they can get away with it. They will dehumanize you, they will live out dark fantasies, their pain, hurt, and insecurities on your body. It’s a surreal experience because YOU’RE there FEELING this and in a way you’re out of your body, floating, looking at this person doing these nightmarish things to you. How can they do this? Why me? Do I fight? I’m afraid to fight. No one ever told me to fight back. You’re not supposed to fight. WHAT DO I DO? It’s numbing and confusing and it’s a lot of things and by the time it’s over, you’re left there to deal with the trauma.
You would be surprised as to what folks you know would do if given the chance.
it’s still hard for me to know what to think of this.
just a old instrumental track me and damon did together but separately, it ended up really nice mostly because he’s talented
“Fine, I’ll go on a dumb old date with you.”
Thats what I said tonight, to the first boy who talked me into going on a ‘date’. Why did I even agree to go on a date with an industrial design major…I like boys who draw & paint and don’t make practical things..
"Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself."
So why is one considered ‘inappropriate’ and the other accepted? Stop sexualising my body.
I wonder this too. Why is it a man’s breast and nipple are okay to show but a woman’s breast and nipple isn’t.
best thing to reblog yet
my momma did this beautiful oil painting today.
she hasn’t painted or drawn since before I was born, and I started crying when she sent me this picture. I was driving and almost caused an accident, but besides that I am endlessly thankful and proud of my mother’s sobriety and health.