#postcolonial art

[maertyrer]

Kent Monkman St. Sebastian

Acrylic on canvas, 121.9 x 96.5 cm, 2017

[yellowmanula]

We visited the Museum of Berber Culture in Agadir today, which feels more like an intimate contemporary art gallery. The museum mainly focuses on painting, juxtaposing the perspective of Orientalists with the experience of the new school that emerged after 1956, when Morocco regained independence (Casablanca School of Painting) and self-taught artists.

Moroccan artists reinterpret the colonial experience and place a strong emphasis on sociology, seeking an identity profoundly transformed after years of colonization. Orientalists primarily painted exotic landscapes and Berber women in traditional attire. The new school, however, moves away from realistic depictions of bodies and representations, focusing instead on the social evolution of traditional ornaments. It replaces realism and mimicry with expression, geometry, and symbolism.

Apart from the museum staff, we were the only visitors there—the rest of the all-inclusive crew was busy practicing their "lounging skills" 😃 I'll be joining them later today 😃

[misscromwellsmonocle]

The Creation of God (2017) by Harmonia Rosales

[kaalbela]

Creole Portraits series by Jocelyn Gardner

Creole Portraits is a collection of hand-coloured lithographic portraits that reveal intricately braided Afro-centric hairstyles entwined within iron slave collars which were used to punish female slaves accused of inducing abortion. Each portrait also displays one of thirteen ‘exotic’ botanical specimens identified as having been used to induce abortion in the 18th century. Delicately hand-painted with watercolours, as was characteristic of natural history engravings of the period, each portrait is named after one of the botanical specimens using the established Linnaeun binominal system of nomenclature of the period in tandem with each slave’s plantation name; an act which parodies the imperial taxonomical systems.

[earthpiecevii]

Kent Monkman, The Ford Erections, 2014, acrylic on canvas

[balrogballs]

I'm still sad about this heartwarming and mildly amusing little section where feral adolescent Aragorn brings some joy to Maedhros in his unhinged little way, which I had to cut out of Cast in Stone for structural reasons, especially as I had gone to the trouble of illustrating it!

But I realised it reads perfectly fine standalone, so you guys can have my crumb of Maedhros-joy instead. No context required: Maedhros and Maglor are temporarily staying in the Shire during the late Third Age, Maedhros had a horrible night of traumatic dreams and was being maudlin — until young Aragorn, aka Elros II and the bane of his life, turns up like a bad penny, as he often does. Enjoy!

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"You look unhappy," said Estel, sitting down before Maedhros, legs crossed. "Does your hand hurt? Surely it can't be as bad as when it got chopped off, can it?"

"No, but leave me be, Estel, I have —"

"All right, but let me ask just one question. I promise, then I'll go away. I just remembered something from my lessons, and every time I ask Ada he looks up at the sky and asks the Valar where he went wrong in raising me," Estel moved closer, looking around for eavesdroppers. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But I would like to know."

Maedhros frowned, swallowed the lump in his throat and dragged in a breath. "What?"

"Fingon rescued you on one of those enormous eagles, didn't he? On that mountain with Morgoth and all of that. It was one of those, right? Manwë's Eagles."

"Yes. He did. I do not wish to answer any further questions on the matter, clear off."

"And it was quite a long journey, wasn't it?"

Maedhros grunted.

"I've always had a question about it… and again, you don't have to tell me if it's too traumatising," Estel's eyes shone, as though he were about to hear a state secret. "And I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Spit it out, boy, or leave me now. I am in the mood for neither company nor memory."

"Did it… you know…?"

"If you're trying to ask me if losing the hand hurt, yes it did," Maedhros snapped. "Now leave me alone, I've had enough reminiscing for a damned century. Get off home, now!"

"Oh, shut up, I wasn't asking about your stupid hand, I don't understand why you think everyone sits around thinking about your hand," Estel scowled, pursuing his lips, before deciding his quest for scientific knowledge was more important than whatever had crawled up Maedhros' arsehole and died. He widened his eyes conspiratorily, looked around again. "My question has nothing to do with that! I just wanted to know, did the eagle… you know?"

"Estel, I am not going to repeat this, get out of my sight right this —"

"Did it take a shit?"

"Did… what?"

"Did it take a shit?" Estel flushed as he said the word, Elrond's parental touch finally taking hold, though in a predictably useless manner. "And if it did, how big was it? As in, was it normal bird crap, or was it, you know — like a bucketload of it?"

Maedhros blinked. Estel held his hands out to demonstrate.

"I've always wanted to know that about them, you know," the boy continued, stroking his chin like a philosopher. "Manwe's eagles, that is. Surely if they're big enough to carry two people, one being a towering beast like you, their droppings must be massive."

"What…?" Maedhros couldn't formulate words, a state of being Estel clearly had no familiarity with. "Their… what?"

"And yes, I know they're divine, all of that, but surely they can't be toilet trained, can they? I just don't see Manwë having enough time to toilet train an eagle, you know. Could you imagine just… going about your day, and having this massive tub of birdshite fall on your head? Oh, it could drown a person, I'm sure of it!" Estel grinned, as if said occurrence would be the best day of his life, had it happened to him. "So, did it? And if it did, did you see if it went on someone?"

Maedhros sat there blinking at the boy in complete silence before rising quietly, taking the now-extremely-familiar ear, and slowly — like he were a corpse — leading Estel to the village gate. He didn't say a word, only gestured weakly and put up three fingers, a signal the now sulky boy was very used to.

And as Estel, muttering darkly all the while, neared the completion of his first punishment-lap of three around the village green, he heard something that sounded like a donkey in immense pain. It was a sound so tremendous and unexpected that it brought Maglor running from the house, gaping at the source, having not heard such a thing in centuries. It was no donkey, but Maedhros in complete hysterics, sitting on the ground exactly where he was when he beckoned Estel to run, sobbing with laughter, actual tears pouring down his face, which itself was screwed up and flushed so pink he looked like he'd been badly sunburned. He was trying to explain the situation to Maglor (who had been glaring at Estel as if he had personally killed his brother, and now looked upon him like he was Iluvatar himself) but Maedhros was howling too hard to even stand, let alone form coherent words.

Estel pretended not to notice, and started on his second lap. Though objectively speaking, the laugh itself sounded like something between a foghorn, a pig and whatever noise he imagined Ungoliant would make — there was something rather lovely about it that brought an inexplicable little smile to his face.

[neathyingenue]

At last, the promised Hallowmas looks for Pilar and Silvia! Pilar is La Llorona, and Silvia is Hamlet, with particular inspiration from Sarah Bernhardt's portrayal :)

With that, they're ready to take their place in the @neathyfashioncoalition!

[comegranate]

❤️‍🔥 WE ARE INFINITELY DELIGHTED TO ANNOUNCE THAT COMEGRANATE, THE ZINE, IS COMING INTO THE LIGHT...

Comegranate is a postcolonial & feminist reinterpretation of the Garden of Eden. It imagines the ways in which imperialist structures have broken down our connectivity and communal intimacies. The rituals we have taken for granted are now all we have to cling to of the old world, and in a world of perpetual connection we are all still searching for something more.

This issue will explore feminine displacement in particular, taking into account the theory of Hélène Cixous’s ‘écriture féminine’, Luce Irigiray’s embodied divinity in the feminine & feminine displacement within language, and Anne Carson’s Autobiography of Red. We especially are looking for narrative work that includes dialogue of some kind (whether between two characters or between a character and the reader) to fuel the idea of a story within a story.

We are happy to organise shoots for stylists, photographers, hair/makeup artists,models, and any similar creatives. Please feel free to reach out to us with any concepts you are interested in or wish to execute.

Comegranate is searching for...

PHOTOGRAPHY

ILLUSTRATIONS

TATTOOS

COMICS

PAINTINGS

TEXTILES

3D WORK

COLLAGES &

MIXED MEDIA PIECES

Comegranate is searching for...

ESSAYS

DIALOGUES

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Details:

Deadline: VALENTINE’S DAY (FEBRUARY 14, 2025, BY 11:59PM)

Submissions & Questions to: comegranate@gmail.com or DM us @comegranate on Instagram

Limitations: Please keep any text under 1000 words.

Payment: Chosen contributors have the choice to either receive a copy of the magazine or a one-time sum from the magazine’s earnings once it is published 💋

And of course, please share this submission call with everyone you know...

[galina]

Statues and busts in the 'Entangled Pasts, 1768–now: Art, Colonialism and Change' exhibition at the Royal Academy of Arts

[bossymarmalade]

Nona Faustine, "Dorothy Angola, Stay Free, In Land of the Blacks” & “When The Mind Forgets The Soul Remembers, Enslaved African Burial Ground, Bronx, NY” (2021)

More of Faustine's work in her collection "White Shoes" below the cut; contains nudity

“Ye Are My Witness, Brooklyn, NY” (2018)

“They Tagged the Land With Trophies and Institutions From Their Rapes and Conquests, Tweed Courthouse, NYC” (2013)

“Sojourner Truth, 74 Canal St., New York, NY” (2016)

"Like a Pregnant Corpse the Ship Expelled Her Into the Patriarchy" (2012)

[bernhard-schipper]

'Decolonize Sorbian Settlement Area' Digital Collage, 375 x 375 mm, 2024 Fine Art Pigment Print under Acrylic Glass, Black Aluminium Art Box

Lets talk about decolonization of the sorbian settlement area. My recent project of artistic research.

[ternuras-rabiosas]

🌸Ternuras rabiosas🌸es un fanzine que nace en los intercambios entre unas compañeras de vida con caminos y conocimientos paralelos y la misma aversión a los terrores del capitalismo. Desde la teoría crítica, el feminismo queer, el anticolonialismo, pasando por la ternura, la sororidad y el amor, el proyecto pone en comun los skills artisticos de @nival-art , a cargo del concepto visual y el arte, y Mireniall y @ocaptain-mycaptain-givemefreedom, plasmando en palabras, y a través nuestras de la reflexionar académica nuestras preocupaciones y reimaginaciones.

En nuestro compromiso con lo comunitario y la desjerarquizacion, Ternuras Rabiosas se plantea como un proyecto abierto, colaborativo, de las amigas y para las amigas: cada número se enriquece con la colaboración de amiguitas cuyo talento nos inspira cada día, y sin las cuales la ternura perderia sentido.

Bienvenides a ternuras rabiosas <3

Síguenos en Instagram: https://instagram.com/ternurasrabiosas?igshid=NGExMmI2YTkyZg==

[cybergardenities]

Hello people of the universe.

Welcome to the Cybergardenities Archive, please read this post to get a hold what we���ll be doing here.

On this page I will be posting my artistic research in the field of anti and posthumanities. There will be several types of posts. Expect source text repositories (links to texts I’m working with), cool art I find (both relating to specific project and appealing to my general interests) and finally my own projects. I will also share music recommendations, and different thoughts I have about state of our world, but I want to maintain focus on documenting creative and research processes I’m doing. I do my research to inform myself and others on different aspects of solarpunk, here understood as a modern, multi-faceted counterculture movement that seeks to overthrow and replace current socioeconomic system with one that respects everything that lives (or not).

Discussion and suggestion is encouraged <33. Bear in mind that transphobes, racists, antisemites, queerphobes, ableists and all bigots will be banned relentlessly, human rights are not up for discussion, respect people here.

Video editing and color grading commissions are welcome, please check at the portfolio post if you want to know more.

Thank you and wish you a pleasant stay.

[davidstraange]

Post colonial Cat Gundam, 2020

[lensbased]

Kalpana (1948), dir. Uday Shankar

Kalpana should have been an inspirational classic of postcolonial Indian cinema for generations of artists, academics, filmmakers, dancers, and cinephiles. But this was not to be. — Shai Heredia, Kalpana: Dreaming the Impossible Dream

[dixdafne]

Small correction:

Noé León was born in 1907, and he painted this in 1967, ^^

still thinking about "decolonising" missionary work.

the way you decolonise missionary work is by not doing missionary work

the way you decolonise missionaries is like this: