Me pretending like WFH isolation isn’t affecting my everyday choices.
arthipstory
makin' art real talk
My shopping list consists of
cookie dough and penne bc
I’m baking to cope with this life right now, and
I’m seemingly plate for plate on pasta as I watch The Sopranos.
I feel like Sophia Loren. jk jk.
Carm’s nails are giving me life and freaking me out: my chaos will ensue the damn second one of my nails break).
well said
“Unconsciously, probably, I was painting the loneliness of a large city.”
– Hopper of Nighthawks
oopsie
I’m going to change the password for my HBOnow account in about six minutes.
h2g
The /moment/ I give up carbs.
Raft of the Medusa
In APES**T, The Raft of the Medusa is above Jay Z as he brutally slams any sort of data the Grammys has with ticket sales. AND HOW! The Louvre is such a permanent staple of art and Western European historical and cultural narrative, it’d make some RIGHTEOUS WAVES for the most nonchalant takeover for OTR III.
This painting is textbook France Romanticism, but its subject is a dumpster fire narrative (a bunch of people died after a boat sank, and this haphazard raft nearly sinks in its aftermath). What’s more, Gericault didn’t even get commissioned to create the work. Is there a connection between discredited/disproportionately compensated artists and their message of conspicuous consumption by flailing and failing organizations?
Maybe, but I think the comparison (invented wins vs. selling out vs. selling out for invented wins) is really interesting.
Other musings: TUN will play on Alexa Spotify long after your phone dies. My hair’s a miracle in this blowout pony. I’d show you but…dead phone, remember?
Here’s the list I’ve made in the past five minutes, scrolling through dating apps while my mom does the crossword in New York Times Magazine.
– No cats.
– No solidarity filters.
– No mirrors.
– No boats/fishing photos.
– No wildlife.
– No gym mirrors.
– No “it looks like you married to the bride” photos
It’s exhausting, honestly.
