"well 'tainted love's too fast to dance to, so let's leave them all behind..."
tab-closing, links and things...
emma straub's mini-essay on nostalgia, teenage girls, my-so-called-life and our very own rayannes.
acceptable politics, perhaps nsfw. hysterical, on the tail of back-to-back "sociology of the body" and "representing sexualities: queer theory" classes.
i've been reading tinybuddha. some of it is a little pithy and psych-lite, but sometimes it strikes me, like finding beauty in your scars. sometimes we have spots that were broken and have healed, hard-won lessons. that's okay.
on that, gala darling and her radical self love campaign. what started as a fashion blog is now a hand up from a friend when you've tripped and scraped your knees. i'm sure she spent some of her formative years on a steady diet of francesca lia block novels, too. she's fearless and full of joy.
speaking of fearless, so is this article, about letting go of that gut-wrenching terror. tuning in to it was part of my "what are you afraid of?" self-interviews on paper were all about. it's a tiny article, but the work it suggests is huge. most of mine ties into a continuing habit of placing self-worth everywhere but in my own hands, forgetting my self-respect in the back pocket of yesterday's jeans. i'm learning to be kinder to myself and that spreads out to everyone else.
kindness to self extends to maintaining some kind of professional practice and not listening to the backbiting that routinely involves art schmoozy, courtesy of molly crabapple.
also, betsey johnson's muse weighs in on being an artist's muse and the edges around that.
earlier this summer, we lost an amazing artist. rather, we didn't lose her. she died. jeffrey catherine jones had brush handling skills i can only dream of yet.
also, this, in all its deliberately-'90s grainy glory:
emma straub's mini-essay on nostalgia, teenage girls, my-so-called-life and our very own rayannes.
acceptable politics, perhaps nsfw. hysterical, on the tail of back-to-back "sociology of the body" and "representing sexualities: queer theory" classes.
i've been reading tinybuddha. some of it is a little pithy and psych-lite, but sometimes it strikes me, like finding beauty in your scars. sometimes we have spots that were broken and have healed, hard-won lessons. that's okay.
on that, gala darling and her radical self love campaign. what started as a fashion blog is now a hand up from a friend when you've tripped and scraped your knees. i'm sure she spent some of her formative years on a steady diet of francesca lia block novels, too. she's fearless and full of joy.
speaking of fearless, so is this article, about letting go of that gut-wrenching terror. tuning in to it was part of my "what are you afraid of?" self-interviews on paper were all about. it's a tiny article, but the work it suggests is huge. most of mine ties into a continuing habit of placing self-worth everywhere but in my own hands, forgetting my self-respect in the back pocket of yesterday's jeans. i'm learning to be kinder to myself and that spreads out to everyone else.
kindness to self extends to maintaining some kind of professional practice and not listening to the backbiting that routinely involves art schmoozy, courtesy of molly crabapple.
also, betsey johnson's muse weighs in on being an artist's muse and the edges around that.
earlier this summer, we lost an amazing artist. rather, we didn't lose her. she died. jeffrey catherine jones had brush handling skills i can only dream of yet.
also, this, in all its deliberately-'90s grainy glory:
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