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[animusrox]

"You Missed the Point by Idolizing Them" Starter Pack

[uytyspace]

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[auckie]

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[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

[morebird]

[8pxl]

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[awildes]

Jumped on the trend and painted my favorite townies! Krobus is such a little sweet thing I love him 🤧

[literalgrill]

Think I just found @amtrak-official's favorite wrestler

[mysharona1987]

Imagine leaving the house to go pick up your meds…then be told you’re faking illness. Damn.

[seafoamdew]

A bit late but Happy New Year all! 🥳 Year of the Dragon let’s gooooo 🐲🐲

[nsoulnet]

hypno/mindbreak is soo hot

your enemy tying you up with a vibe right on your clit and headphones that play her moans, plus a screen playing a spiral with words like "horny" "dumb" "submit" "aroused" "nympho" flashing. she puts the vibrator on high before leaving you there for hours, making a mess of your panties like a good girl and having your brain turned to mush.

your producer girlfriend being sweet enough to make a beat just for you, a simple song that you listen to because it reminds you of her. little do you know, she layered a hypno file under the song and every time you listen, you get a little dumber. you listen to it constantly, all the time until you're just a mindless, stupid whore for your mommy.

lastly, your best friend helping you through a breakup, she stays over a lot and comforts you all the time while helping you recover from your depressive episode. one day, she turns on the tv and tells you to look at the screen. you're confused because it's just spirals, but eventually you realize you just can't look away... you don't wanna, you feel sooo good and your underwear is soaked. your best friend comes up behind you and starts touching you all over, but you don't stop her. "doesn't this just feel so good, angel? doesn't it feel good to just get dumber and dumber?" she whispers. "yes mistress!" your whiny voice replies.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Actually, the bars aren't so bad anymore.

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[nonagalleryart]

How did no one before Hiccup ever look at dragons and didn't instantly think friend shaped.

Only one day left until the Lunar New Year, who should be the last dragon I draw?

[mayhaps-a-blog]

Rewatching A New Hope and guys. Guys.

We have all fallen for Han's propaganda.

Look, Han might think he's a suave, smooth-talking pilot-slash-smuggler who can outsmart a whole ship of Imperials, and that Luke's a naive little farmboy who's never seen hyperspace before, but honestly?

The whole time on the Death Star, it was Luke calling the shots. Luke bluffed an officer into thinking he was a stormtrooper with a bad comm unit; Han started shooting as soon as the door was open. Luke spent about 2 seconds on the altruistic argument - "but they'll kill her!" - before figuring out Han's angle and swapping to the argument that would win. Luke pulled out a cell block number as soon as the guard asked; Han famously fumbled the first comm call.

We give Luke a bad rap for being an idealistic farm kid, but he's not stupid. He knows when he's being scammed, although he might be a bit loud about calling it out; he's ready for trouble and pretty on the ball with coming up with cover stories. He might expect the best of people - but you know what? It works! People want to live up to those expectations - so they do. Han comes back. His father turns from the Dark Side. People listen.

Han might think he's an idiot, but when you look at everything Han gets up to himself...

[frostfire8doov]

Been ona bit of a httyd kick recently and these are the repercussions.

Also, don't be alarmed! I changed my signature, but it's still me! I'm not out here stealing art D: