#Becky Suss

[jareckiworld]

Becky Suss — MIC (Lighthouse with Solar System) [oil, canvas, 2019]

[oncanvas]

Red Apartment, Becky Suss, 2016

Oil on canvas 84 x 60 in. (213.36 x 152.4 cm)

[billthedrake]

FAMILY BUSINESS (PART TWO)

The Mazza men chalked it up to the new project that was having them work late, pretty much every night. Mazza and Sons had won the bid for a community center building and had been aggressive in the timeline they could offer. It was part of the son's Anthony's plan to get into higher-budget, higher-profit contract work.

But this was the third night in a row when the father and son looked at each other around 7PM, silently reading the other's expression, trying to feel each other out.

"Feel like Chinese take out, Dad? Or maybe pizza?" Tony asked, looking away from the email he was trying to work through. He did his Crossfit classes in the morning and liked to start the workday with a relatively clean slate, even if it meant putting in extra hours in the evening.

Frank's heart beat a little faster as he took in his son's handsome features. Some fathers were just super devoted to their sons, he reckoned, but with Frank, that love of Anthony took on a perverted spin. He low-key resented his hunky son for getting them started on this little game they were playing, and he loved the kid for it, too.

Maybe Frank would take the initiative tonight. "Why don't we get that other kind of take out first, Tone?" he said with a naughty grin.

That brought out a matching one in Tony. That Mazza smile. "Yeah? I could go for that for sure," he said, leaning back in his chair. He was dressed in professional-casual "contractor" attire of a gray polo and khakis, but even those showed off his muscular, youthful build. "Who ya thinking, Pop?"

Frank knew, but didn't want to seem too eager. It had been a month since Tony showed him the fun of the no-string blowjob from men on the app. In that time they'd shared that experience, generally with the same cocksucker, Ian. They tried out another one but it hadn't felt the same, in part because the Mazza men were nervous about being sussed out as father and son. Ian knew and not only didn't care, but actually encouraged the clear erotic tension between Frank and Tony.

"Ian," the father now said. "He's really fucking good at it."

Anthony smiled. He'd been hoping for that answer. "The best."

Tony messaged Ian. Frank had the guy's cell number and used it frequently on his own, to suck the guy off, but his son didn't know that.

"He'll be here in 15," Tony said proudly as he set down his phone. With a glint in his brown eyes, he looked over at his dad. "You've really gotten into this, Pop."

Frank blushed but gave a nonchalant shrug. "Leave it to my son to show me new tricks," he said. "Besides... I'm 44, not 84... I still got needs."

That made Tony smile. "I think you passed on that sex drive to me, Pop."

"Too much for Becky?" Frank asked. Before this would have been a sore subject, maybe.

His son nodded. "Too much for any chick," he replied.

"You'll find her, Anthony, you'll find the one. I know it."

"Thanks, Pop." He hissed. "Fuck, I'm boned."

This was a new openness too. The Mazzas had indulged guy talk before, sex talk. But now Tony was more open about his cock and his hardons.

His father looked over and tried to see without staring. He'd been thinking a lot of his son's dick. It was a forbidden thought, but the more he tried to suppress it the stronger the urge got. "Promise me something, Tone."

Anthony leaned back in his office chair. "Sure, Pop. What?"

That made Frank laugh a little. "I didn't even tell ya what."

Anthony flashed that killer smile. He certainly inherited a double share of the Mazza good looks. "Doesn't matter. You'd give me the shirt off your back. Figure I could do what you ask."

"Well, when you find your next girl, Tone... make sure she's gonna take care of you."

Antony grinned. "I take it you're talking about more than cooking and laundry."

"That, too," Frank said. "I know you want a traditional wife."

"Yep," the son said, his face getting more serious.

The father took that in. He felt like maybe he'd raised Tony with unrealistic expectations. His ex wife was a good mother, but maybe Tony put her on a pedestal. Frank didn't want to bad mouth her, but he wanted to make sure his son found a woman who'd be more supportive of him than Cathy had been.

Frank was gonna reply, but Tony's phone buzzed with a text. The grin on the son's face was adorable as he looked back up. "He's here. Fuck... I'm horny." He got up and walked over to the door to greet Ian.

Frank felt a flash of embarrassment when Ian walked in. The guy was good looking, not Anthony Mazza good looking. But Frank had hooked up with the gym-built man a few times on his own. He felt bad sneaking around like this, but maybe it wasn't Tony's business if his old man was enjoying his chance at sucking cock.

Ian for his part seemed to relish the naughty secret. Hooking up with both father and son. He had that impish smile now as he walked in ahead of Tony, who was shutting the office door behind them. "Hey Frank," he greeted.

"Hey," Frank said gruffly, more gruffly than he intended. But he was nervous.

Tony's eagerness put him at ease though. Already, he was walking in around Ian and pawing at his khakis. "OK if I go first Pop? I'm so fucking horny."

"Yeah," the dad replied. He hoped the croak in his throat wouldn't betray him. "I can..." he started.

Already Tony was unzipping and hauling out that thick Mazza dick. "You don't gotta. It's not gonna take me long today."

Goddamn, that cock was beautiful. His son's cock, so much like Frank's and yet thicker, more manly somehow. The masculine power of it just made his son's youthful cute handsomeness that more jarring. It was like Frank was fully reconciling two parts of his son's personality. All while he tried to figure out where to look without seeming like THAT much of a perv.

Ian had no hesitation about worshipping the younger Mazza dick. He crouched down and ran his hands up and down Tony's hairy, build thighs. The cocksucker's face was nuzzling against Anthony's balls a second before licking up the shaft.

"Aw yeah, bud... just fucking right," Anthony gasped before Ian took that thick boner into his talented mouth.

Frank could see the tension build and release. Tony wasn't cumming, not yet, but he was relaxing into the blowjob. Instinctively Frank knew how much his son had craved this. It was almost as hot to watch the facial reaction on Anthony's face as it was to see that hard cock being serviced.

His son's eyes lifted up from Ian to meet his Dad's. Not pervy, not ashamed, not accusatory. The gaze was just direct and honest. "He's an incredible cockscucker, right, Pop."

Frank nodded dumbly, which somehow made Tony's smile break out. Fuck, that smile.

With a leer, Anthony looked back down at Ian. "I'm getting close man... you ready, buddy?" he hissed. With a commanding gesture he put his hand on top of Ian's head, which just encouraged the cocksucker to really go for it. Ian's face turned redder as he doubled his efforts. Tony's dick was thick and not easy to take like that, Frank guessed.

Tony's face was getting redder itself as he reached orgasm. "FUCK!" he gasped. Frank had never been so excited in his life as now, watching Anthony cum. It was sexy and beautiful. He felt proud for his boy, and glad for him.

"Damn," Anthony finally hissed as he pulled back. That hardon was doubly attractive slickened with spit and leftover cum. He looked back up at Frank. "Your turn, Pop."

Ian was grinning. And Frank knew why. With Ian, when it was just the two of them, Frank was the cocksucker. But Ian wasn't gonna let on. He sat back on his haunches and watched the father step up and pull out his own erection. Not quite as impressive as Tony's dick, but closer.

It was only as Ian's started going down on him that Frank realized the gay dude was extra worked up to be doing father and son like this. Together, one after the other. That knowledge was hitting Frank, too, deeply. "Fuck!" he gasped, the mouth strokes just adding to the pervy thrill.

Tony meanwhile was acting normal. Or as normal as a dude could be sharing a cocksucker with his father. He'd tucked back in and had walked over to rehydrate with a big slug from a water bottle. His dad's outburst made him turn back around to the action.

"He gonna milk you off quick, too, Pop?" he laughed.

Frank nodded. Ian was great. Greater than great at this. But it was Tone's presence that was gonna get him to the finish line, fast. His hot stud of a son looking on, like they were two fraternity brothers gangbanging some chick together.

Frank Mazza's vision went blurry and white and a burst of wild pleasure jolted through is body. His Anthony was watching him cum. Surprisingly that was as incredible as witnessing his own son's orgasm.

Frank breathed heavy as Ian lapped up the dribbles, his own hand jerking wildly. Frank's paw reached down to creadle Ian's head. Not possessively like Anthony's grip, more encouraging. He had to thank this this gay dude for bringing him and his son together like this.

Ian was on cloud nine, even after he came and cleaned up. "It was a pleasure, fellas. Hit me up anytime," he said. Frank could see the perv had a major bucket list to add to his experiences, and now that the father was in his post-nut clarity he resented that a little.

Anthony was back to his normal bro mode, backslapping Ian as he showed him out. When he strutted back he pulled out his phone. "I may meet my buddies to watch the game, Pop," he said. "See ya tomorrow?"

Frank looked for reproach in his son's face. Or guilt or something. But it was just the look of a young man who'd gotten his rocks off and now was ready to hang out with his friends.

"Sure, Tone. See ya tomorrow."

***

It took two more joint BJ sesions before Frank got the courage. It was Thursday night, guy time at Frank's house, the unofficial start the weekend night for father and son.

Frank didn't have a big cooking repertoire, but he made a mean sunday Italian gravy. Tonight, he did a quicker meal of pasta and meatballs.

"Better than Ma's, Pop," Anthony exclaimed as he pushed his finished plate forward.

"Must have been hungry, Tone," Frank grinned, eating up the compliment.

"You bet. On a bulking cycle at the gym," the son exclaimed.

"You trying to get bigger son?" the father asked with some surprise. Anthony just seemed perfect to him already.

Anthony grinned. "You know how it is. The chicks like 'em big and strong."

Frank felt his crotch grow tight.

"What about you Pop? You're looking pretty fit these days."

Forget muscles, Frank thought, those puppy dog brown eyes and Mazza smile were gonna be what made a woman put out.

"Just do enough to keep it up, ya know," Frank replied. "Nothing like you, Tone."

"You do all right, Pop," Anthony grinned. "So... you getting out on the market again?"

Frank blushed. He didn't know how to be honest with Anthony, or with himself for that matter. "Nah, not yet," he replied. "Guess I'm not ready for that..." Frank blushed as he realized how fucking stupid he sounded. "I mean, sex is one thing Tone, but women my age, divorcees, they take some work."

Anthony smiled. "I get it Pop. After Mom, you don't want another princess."

Frank gave a shrug, in a wasn't-gonna-say it kind of way.

His son laughed. "At least Ian is a good consolation prize, right? He tells me you've been hitting him up a lot."

"Yeah?" Frank gulped. God if that guy told Tony that Frank sucked dick, well, Frank didn't know if he'd be more angry or mortified.

"You don't need to be embarrassed, Pop. I'm the one who urged you to try out guys. Didn't think you'd take to it like you have, but it's cool."

"Ian gonna spoil you, son?" Frank had to ask.

Anthony answered in a way that made it seemed like he'd been asking himself the same thing. "It's certainly nice to have someone very willing and able, ya know? Ian's not the only cocksucker I have in my contacts, but he's the best."

Frank's crotch was beyond tight. The man was full on boned. "You deserve to have your needs taken care of, son," Frank said. Then immediately regretted it.

Thankfully, his son didn't seem fazed, more amused. "Yeah? Well, you too, Pop." He got that telltale smirk. "I was gonna take a night off but what do you say we hit Ian up again?"

Frank nodded, not speaking in case he gave away how eager he was. He watched as Anthony pulled out his phone and sent a few texts.

He finally put it down. "It's wild you're so open minded, Pop," he said. "Kind of cool."

Damn, that Mazza smile was gonna get Frank in trouble. At least they add Ian as the focus and excuse for Frank's pervy state.

Frank actually felt bad at how much they were taking Ian for granted, but when he showed up at the house, he had a very eager grin. Frank was the one to answer the door, and something about the gay dude's excited smile made the 44-year old more relaxed. "Good to see ya, bud," he said patting Ian on the shoulder as he showed him in.

"Man," Ian replied in a whisper. "I'm not gonna turn down a chance with you guys. Ever."

Frank gulped. But he was getting turned on by the incestuous tension of the scenario. He'd given Tony his space once, then the next time he'd watched against as Ian sucked his stud of a son off. "Yeah."

Ian leaned in. "You should go for it today," he said.

Frank knew what he meant. "I dunno."

"I'll set it up. I'll be fucking hot."

Ian maybe meant hot to watch but it would be hot to do. He just didn't want to cross that line. Or he did, and didn't know how the fuck he could do it. This was his Tone they were talking about.

"Hey bud," Anthony greeted as they walked into the living area. "Dad and I were having a beer... can I get you one, or you want to get right to business?" he laughed. God, it was crazy how easygoing Anthony could be about sex.

"A beer sounds good, thanks," Ian said, a twinkle in his eyes.

Frank was surprised, but he watched as as Ian sat next to Frank on the sofa. "This is gonna work, trust me," Ian said.

Frank wasn't so sure. But it was almost like normal, sitting and having a beer with his son and their mutual cocksucker. Frank felt a little bad he didn't know shit about Ian, not really. But Tony kept up a lot of the conversation. Hell, they were talking about the Yankees season for christsake.

Finally Anthony gripped his crotch and stood up. He was still wearing his polo and khakis from the work day but somehow with his youth he made the unofficial uniform seem like it was made to show off his body. "All right, I'm pretty horny," the 24-year-old said with a goody grin. "You ready to take care of me, buddy?" he asked Ian as the young stud walked over to the couch and began undoing his belt.

Frank gulped. He was sitting right there with a front row seat. Watching just two feet away as the gay dude helped his own son pulled out that big thick dong. Ian ran his fingers up that hard length, watching it get harder. And watching Frank see his own son's erection in process.

"Nice," Ian hissed then leaned forward to start sucking Anthony's cock.

It was just beautiful, Frank thought. Ian was very skilled and now very comfortable with Tone's big meat. But his Anthony was what made him horny beyond belief. Seeing his son in full sexual hardness, being taken care of, a total stud. He looked up at Tony's face and expected awkwardness. But his son was mostly looking down, watching Ian work toward some deep throat action, before he turned to look at his dad.

"You got the best seat in the house, Pop," he chuckled. But there was something behind the joke, behind the playful grin.

Frank felt it. Maybe that's what gave him the courage once Ian pulled off, lapping at the tip teasingly. That Mazza dong was veiny and spit-wet.

"Wanna closer view?" Ian asked quietly. For Frank's benefit, though of course Tony could hear it too.

Frank's face burned hot. He didn't have the courage to look back up at Tone, he just kept his eyes focused on his son's throbbing cock and scooted in.

Ian's eyes were on Frank now, in a challenging way, as he opened up and swallowed Anthony again. All the way down, slowly, then all the way off. Then again. Showing off for Frank. "Your son has an amazing cock."

"Yeah, he does," Frank admitted. It was wrong and pervy to say, but it was the truth. Quickly, his eyes darted up to meet Anthony's. But instead of disapproval he saw a simmering, quiet lust in those puppy dog brown eyes.

"It's OK, Pop," came Tone's words, soft and deep. "If you want."

Frank thought judgment day would come and that hell would open up beneath him. It didn't though. Not even as he leaned in and pressed his nose against Anthony's prick.

"Fuck," Ian gasped quietly, his hand holding the base of Anthony's meat still but otherwise pulling back to watch.

The first contact of Frank's tongue to his son's dick gave his whole body and electical jolt. Then again. And again. Frank started lapping Anthony's thick prick and working his way up. His son wasn't stopping him.

When he opened his mouth and felt that Mazza cock press in between his lips, the father was in heaven. He was so glad he'd practiced on Ian and even now was doing his best to copy the cocksucker's technique. Lots of spit, then some suction, up and down, not too hard, undulating a little. Milking his own son's prick with his warm wet mouth.

"Good god, Pop...." Tony hissed. "You're fucking good at this."

Ian was now kissing along Tony's balls while Frank blew him. Then licking along Frank's neck and ear. The guy was thrilled to be witness to an honest to god incest blowjob.

Particularly as Anthony got close. "Just a little more, Pop... a little slower actually... yeah, that's it... fuck, that's gonna get me right there... right fucking there... aw yeah... you ready to make me cum, Dad... gonna suck my cum out... fuck yeah... here it comes, Pop. Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUUUCKK!"

Frank prepared for the worst, but it turned out to be the best. The sensation of having his mouth and gullet flooded with his son's cum, that Mazza seed, briny and thick, a million of his grandkids being force fed to him as Tony got a little wild with some mid-ejaculation thrusts that knocked his cock head an extra inch down Frank Mazza's throat. Frank coughed a little but adjusted just as suddenly.

Ian couldn't take any more. He stood up. Frank had no idea when the guy had pulled out his own dick. Anthony didn't know either for that matter. The 30-something dude flogged wildly to get to the finish line, aiming his prick toward the constractor's face.

The first shot his Frank's cheek just as he was finally pulling off Tony's dick. The second one caught him in the eye as he turned toward Ian. Instinct took over and Frank latched his mouth on that spurting dick, catching at least half of Ian's load.

Frank regretted it. It was hot and all but he wished nothing was pushing the taste of Tone's cum off his tongue now. Still, he swallowed then leaned back, embarrassed.

"Whoa," Anthony said, sighing as he tucked back in. "That was fucking hot."

"Yeah," Frank admitted. He was rock hard in his jeans but the emotional side of what had just happened was hitting him hard and fast. "It was."

His son actually gave his dad a sly wink and looked at Ian cautiously before turning back to Frank. "I actually should get going, Pop. Got an early workout tomorrow."

"Yeah," Frank said, trying to act nonchalant. He wished he could be like Tone. Get his rocks off and split. He stood up.

"You don't gotta walk me out, Pop, I know the way," Anthony said with a laugh. "Besides I think Ian needs to take care of you, right?"

Ian smirked. He knew or least thought he picked up on Anthony's drift. The Mazza kid was a little freaked out his dad was a cocksucker too. Still, Ian wasn't going to pass up the chance for the dad's load. "Sure," he said.

Frank and Ian had barely heard the front door close when Ian was in servicing position for Frank Mazza, pulling out that dad cock and bobbing up and down. It took ten whole seconds to get Frank to cum, hard.

"Thank you," Frank said as he helped Ian to his feet.

"I like sucking you man, you've got a nice dick," Ian replied.

"No, I mean about earlier," Frank clarified.

Ian gave a smile. "Dude, that was a total bucket list thing... dont' worry, I'm not gonna tell a soul. But that was incredible."

The man's assurance helped calm Frank's apprehension. Somewhat. He showed Ian to the door and said he'd reach out again sometime.

****

Anthony either skipped his workout or finished early. Frank had just finished his breakfast when the doorbell rang.

"Tone," he said when he opened the door. His son was already dressed for work, hair freshly showered and gelled.

"Pop. Ok if I come in?"

Frank nodded. He'd barely slept the last night. Thinking over everything. Worrying about everything. "Yeah, come in," he said.

He sat down and expected Tony to, but instead his son stood and said simply. "I don't want you sucking Ian's dick from now on, Pop. His or anyone else's."

Frank blushed deep red and nodded. "I'm sorry Tone, I...."

Anthony cut him short. "Don't apologize, Dad. I'm just telling you how it is, OK?"

Frank didn't quite follow but he just looked up at his son, feeling more emotionally vulnerable than he'd ever felt. God if he fucked him the relationship had with his Tone, he'd never deal with that.

Time seemed to stop as Anthony undid his khakis and unzipped. "I want you only taking care of me, Pop."

Frank gulped. That big Mazza dong plopped out. Not fully hard but getting there.

"Got it?" Tony asked. With authority but a lot of love.

Frank looked up, misty eyed. Turned on. Something clicked for the middle aged divorced father. This felt right. "Got it, son."

With that, he leaned in and started going down on his Tony.

[teddybearsandspaceships]

Thursday night stabby! Some of my many favorite moments from Scar´s Among Us stream:

Cat delivery service, and Finney tries to eat the microphone

First game: desertduo impostors! Scar killing Jimmy with “I´m the sheriff now” xDD and went on a rampage, he got so many kills and they won with only one body found ^^

That time Scar and Jimmy were in one room and started valley girl-ing again, Scar mentioned Becky and Jimmy said “Becky´s dead” and killed him

The round after that, Scar couldn´t make himself kill Jimmy because Jimmy did a funny voice

That time Scar and Gem were impostors, Scar died pretty much immediately, and Gem won on her own after playing Pearl like a fiddle while the ghosts all screamed.

The round after that where Grian said he would help the impostor kill Gem, Gem said Pearl would never betray Impulse for a second time in a row because soup group, and Grian told Scar that Jimmy had revealed to him he was the impostor, only for both of them to wait so long that the impostors still won.

That round after that when Scar and Pearl were impostors, Scar offered Grian to kill someone for him, Ren walked in on them and Scar accidentally killed Grian instead of Ren, and then managed to successfully convince everyone to kill Ren instead and ended up winning

Grian´s giddy sounds after winning a round with Ren!

That time Scar killed Impulse and then accidentally pushed the report button

Everyone is in the lobby, Grian kills Jimmy, self-reports, and starts with “we´re going to have an argument here…” and yet there´s still an argument because suddenly people aren´t sure what they saw because Grian says it was False, Scar is so confused.

Cleo joined! And joined the valley girls! And Grian correctly identified Scar as an impostor even before the first kill for catching him saying “I need to meet up with-“ just from his tone of voice, and Scar said it was a valley girl thing and everyone killed Grian instead. And then Scar killed Jimmy xD Grian was so indignant.

Impulse and Skizz as an impostor duo won before anyone even realized they were all suffocating

Next round, Jimmy kills Scar and Scar just goes “I deserved that.” Jimmy also killed Skizz and then apologized to him, but almost forgot to apologize to Scar too ^^ Grian correctly sussed out Jimmy for self-reporting often.

Grian starting a report like a fireside story ^^ aaand getting ejected even though he was right. Meanwhile, Scar, who was ejected right before finishing his last task, is on protest as a ghost and doesn´t finish but tries to convince other ghosts to talk Disney with him. And Scar not doing that task was probably why the crewmates lost xD

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Roya confirms Becky's earlier tweet that the King will decline Harold's offer as "intriguing" as she may find it. by u/Von_und_zu_

Roya confirms Becky's earlier tweet that the King will decline Harold's offer, as "intriguing" as she may find it. Why does she think "a royal return" by Harold would an "intriguing idea" is what I'd like to know. She does seem to often play for the Suss-ex team. Or was this article by the otherwise reputable Times perhaps a trial balloon of sorts -- to test the waters for some sort of return by Harold? If so, I hope they are able to read the room accurately.https://preview.redd.it/4oxr4hg5j6jc1.png?width=841&format=png&auto=webp&s=7a9398a087d934e0e633bd8b5d5f50d0ceb01758https://twitter.com/RoyaNikkhah/status/1758898662590013857 post link: https://ift.tt/1OySMxp author: Von_und_zu_ submitted: February 17, 2024 at 06:26PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

[mybeingthere]

Becky Suss, born 1980, Philadelphia, PA; lives and works Philadelphia, PA.

Becky Suss makes paintings of domestic interiors where memory, reality, and subjectivity converge. She began her project focusing on her grandparents’ home and the art and décor therein and has moved on to train her eye on other interior spaces, most recently the studio and home of Philadelphia sculptor and furniture designer, Wharton Esherick.

[nadpaints]

Final inspo - These are all by Becky Suss, who explores imagined and real interiors in her work. I really love how she doesn't use hyperrealism but there is still realism to the point of feeling like you're in the room. The spaces all feel very homey and warm. In my final, I want to essentially create those same feelings but maybe in a different style - more realism and detail perhaps? Or maybe simple is better? So much to think about lol but I'm excited to explore!

[artbookdap]

This may be a holiday week, but for us it's still a chance to highlight standout new releases that support the resilience and optimism we want for 2023. Thus, Njideka Akunyili Crosby's "The Beautyful Ones," Series #7 (2018) from 'To Begin Again: Artists and Childhood,' published to accompany the exhibition currently on view at @icaboston surveying the ways artists have reflected on and contributed to notions of childhood from the early twentieth century to the present. ⁠ ⁠ The editors write: "Njideka Akunyili Crosby’s portraits of Nigerian youth, built from a layered ground of historical, popular and personal photographs transferred to canvas, stage the interactions between sociohistorical conditions and the individual that are at the heart of human development. Her young figures return the viewer’s gaze with an uncanny self-possession and wisdom beyond their years." ⁠ ⁠ Artists include Ann Agee, John Ahearn, Njideka Akunyili Crosby, Francis Alÿs, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Brian Belott, Jordan Casteel, Lenka Clayton, Allan Rohan Crite, Henry Darger, Karon Davis, Robert Gober, Jay Lynn Gomez, Trenton Doyle Hancock, Duane Hanson, Mona Hatoum, Sharon Hayes, Ekua Holmes, Mary Kelly, Paul Klee, Justine Kurland, Helen Levitt, Tau Lewis, Glenn Ligon, Oscar Murillo, Rivane Neuenschwander, Berenice Olmedo, Charles Ray, Faith Ringgold, Deborah Roberts, Tim Rollins and K.O.S., Rachel Rose, Heji Shin, Sable Elyse Smith, Becky Suss, Mierle Laderman Ukeles, Cathy Wilkes and Carmen Winant.⁠ ⁠ Copublished by @delmonico_books⁠ ⁠ Edited with text by @jeffreydeblois & @rutherickson ⁠ Foreword by #jillmedv. ⁠ Text by @sirjoshbennett Anna Craycroft, Anne Higonnet, @valeria_luiselli ⁠ Interviews with @naimajoy @lacachepli @sable_elyse @mlukeles & @carmen.winant⁠ ⁠ @njidekaakunyilicrosby #njidekaakunyilicrosby #thebeautyfulones #tobeginagain #artistsandchildhood⁠ https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmwvd9LJLOU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mlobsters]

supernatural s1e17 hell house (w. trey callaway)

(this is a rewatch so spoilers abound)

having a hard time remembering what happens in this episode watching the teaser. remember the symbols. is this the one with the pranks? i recall that being the tulpa episode. interesting, this is the only episode this writer did

GUY 1 Ooh, look. It's the evil root cellar. You know, where Satan cans all his vegetables.

okay that made me chuckle

is putting a spoon in someone's mouth a common prank? LOL i've always wondered about that. seems so random

SAM Man, we're not kids anymore Dean. We're not going to start that crap up again. DEAN Start what up? SAM That prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates.

man. personally, i loathe pranks. but i do love how sam pulls a smidge of whiny little brother moment there about not being kids anymore. and clearly sam doesn't really hate them either :p gotta get their kicks somehow. i also am very dubious about the logistics of nair in shampoo actually doing anything unless you let it sit on your head a long time ignoring the smell and texture difference :P

DEAN Yeah. Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the persqueeter.

had to go looking to see where the hell that word is from. so far the only thing i found was an episode of that's my bush! a very short lived tv show by trey parker and matt stone on comedy central and an episode called: the first lady's persqueeter

okay then

SAM Look. We let Dad take off. Which was a mistake, by the way. And now we don't know where the hell he is, so meantime we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm checking this thing out.

i was gonna try to just get screenshots but i'm a little surprised dean doesn't seem more bothered by this, so might gif it so i can suss out his reaction more easily :p

made the gifs

somebody had fun making those cowboy themed food signs lol

was curious if this rodeo drive-in still existed, one of the very cool things people have made on supernaturalwiki are these google maps with known filming locations by episode

it's extra fun when it's somewhere that still exists, you can go streetview and see what it looks like these days (or you know, actually visit)

these kind of kooky distorted close ups cut quickly between the kids telling outlandish stories is very goofy-xfiles vibes

DEAN Well we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean, this is Sam. CRAIG No way. Well I'm writer too. I write for my school's lit magazine. DEAN Well, good for you Morrissey.

netflix and my ears hear morrison, not morrissey. and jim morrison was (according to my reading of wikipedia this moment) very into reading literature and philosophy as well as studying it at college. anyway, this is an old school spn type reference that i think is gonna fly over most people's (mine included) heads. i'm the same age as them and some of the references they make in the kripke era are *so obscure*

SAM And after his time too. That reverse cross has been used by Satanists for centuries but this sigil of sulfur didn't show up in San Francisco until the '60s. DEAN That is exactly why you never get laid.

rude, dean :p apparently sam's little palm treo is really good at taking pictures in low lighting

right, the ghostfacers intro. not my favorite recurring characters :p stuff that's built on people making a fool of themselves (them, becky) is not my jam

DEAN What the hell is this symbol? It's buggin' the hell outta me. This whole damn job's buggin' me. I thought the legend said Mordechai only goes after chicks. SAM It does. DEAN All right. Well I mean that explains why he went after you, but why me? SAM Hilarious.

-_- going into the spn and masculinity tag for that one, dean

those horns seem like a hazard

huh, guess the boys play cribbage too

such a funny concept to me that sam left his clothes outside the bathroom while he's showering. obviously they needed to for the gag to work, and gives them an excuse to have sam waltz out shirtless and wet, but also leads us to consider they must not be too bothered about privacy and getting dressed in front of each other. which isn't terribly unreasonable, consider any professional sports locker room, those guys are naked around each other all the time. anyway, i digress. rookie move, sam. leaving your clothes out when in the middle of a prank war

editing to add: i thought it looked like the underwear were in the pants but i couldn't really tell if maybe they were just under the shirt.. i am considering making gifs of something here so i went ahead and scrubbed back and forth and i think a case could be made for the underwear being inside the pants. which generally that's only happening when you take them both off in one fell swoop. who showers and puts on the the same underwear? lol. i think they may also have just been under the pants entirely and there'd be no way to tell the difference. things that don't matter for 100, alex

to which my first reaction was jesus, i was not expecting him to be so built. must be all that grave digging, right. bums me out the expectation for jacked and no cushion for dudes. and i always appreciated that dean is fit but not cut like that

something about his weird little fake high pitched laugh and his hair being shaggy and styled down so much in his face, always think he looks extra young here

DEAN I barely have any skin left on my palm. SAM I'm not touching that line with a ten foot pole.

they've got jokes!

SAM Kinda makes you wonder. Of all the thing we hunted, how many existed just cuz people believed in them.

deep thoughts

SAM I have a confession to make. DEAN What's that. SAM I, uh...I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer. DEAN Yeah, well, I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat. SAM Truce? DEAN Yeah, truce. At least for the next 100 miles.

our sweet, innocent (cough) sammy pranking the comic relief in an actually kind of cruel way that we won't think too much about?? :P anyway, it's nice to see them having a good time because heaven knows, we don't get much of it

[melodythebunny]

Joe...poor joe everyone susses him at first. Infact carrie is ACTUALL and imposter. Tho they never sus her most likely to win the rounds if she is not killed off

Calvin always trying to vote out steven/two brains. Two brains does the same to calvin. "Guys the imposter is two brains i have video evidence he killed athena and jenkins" "HOW?? I WAS LITTERALLY RIGHT NEXT TO YOU EATING CHEESE-"

Whether or not two brains is an actual imposter well 😏

Amazo/adam(or we can call him alex in this au) is a crewmate

Jekins is a crewmate. Usually the first one to die- (nooooo)

Athena is imposter as well. More of a sabotaging one as opposed to killing. Tho she does have a kill count

Becky is a min crewmate that follows steven/two brains out.

Victor would be the dective almost? Forgot the role name type crewmate

Huggy/bob is a crew mate and. The ship's captian cuz he can pilot very well

Oh yeah they are all majority aliens bc why not

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[philamuseum]

Meticulously rendered and mysteriously devoid of human presence, Becky Suss’s paintings present familiar and welcoming scenes that are also static and highly composed. The furnishings, objects, and shared associations of the domestic sphere are both sources and subjects of Suss’s inquiries into what makes a home. She developed a characteristic style that takes on large-format painting historically dominated by men in which she renders interiors with a flatness that emphasizes the plane of the canvas, turning her near life-size scenes into backdrops. Don't miss her work on view in "New Grit: Art & Philly Now." 

"Hallway," 2017, by Becky Suss (The West Collection, Philadelphia) Courtesy of the artist and Jack Shainman Gallery, New York

[campsis]

Becky Suss, Blue Apartment, 2016

[oncanvas]

Mic (Lighthouse with Solar System), Becky Suss, 2019

Oil on canvas 84 x 60 in. (213.36 x 152.4 cm)

[ladyburde]

Becky Suss

Letty Esherick Pillow (Wharton Esherick), 2018, Oil on canvas over panel, 14 x 14 inches

[newyorkarttours]

Becky Suss at Jack Shainman Gallery

The deep impact of children’s literature on young imaginations is the subject of Becky Suss’s marvelously detailed new paintings at Chelsea’s Jack Shainman Gallery, each of which focuses on a particular text. Here, Suss calls on her own childhood experience of acting out Zilpha Keatley Snyder’s The Egypt Game with neighborhood friends, her memories of the book and the actual play mingled together in her recollection. (On view through March 28th). Becky Suss, Behind the A-Z (Set vs Isis/Nefertiti), oil on canvas, 84 x 60 x 1 ½ inches, 2020.

[lizziedonegan]

Becky Suss’s paintings can be deceptively simple. “I’ve always been a stacker and a flattener,” she told me. She works large—most of her paintings are around seven feet tall, and some five feet or more wide—and she uses pattern and distorted perspective to explore how memory alters the shape of domestic spaces that one once knew, or imagined, intimately. Suss is an enthusiastic champion of representational painting, but she insists that her work is “not a window.” Scale and distortion are two ways for her to kindle this realization in a viewer: to bring them back to the object in front of them. But they also, she offers, “validate the distortions of remembering. So instead of thinking of a distorted image in your mind as a lapse in memory or a misremembering—no, these distortions are the story.

Words from https://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/the-uncanny-domestic-spaces-of-becky-suss

Picture from http://www.beckysuss.net/news/artforum-com-critics-pic/

NB inspiration from books