They say those that cannot paint, write. Well, not actually. But as someone with absolutely zero artistic talent, I’m in awe of this monkey’s prize-winning artwork. Brent, a chimpanzee who lives at Chimp Haven in Louisiana, was awarded a $10,000 prize for his painting. Thirty-seven-year-old Brent is a retired lab monkey, who now lives at the rescue center. Brent’s winnings will go toward supporting Chimp Haven’s work.
And if you’re curious just how you get a chimp to paint, the answer is: very carefully. The canvases were held outside of each monkey’s enclosure while it went to town with tempera paint. “If we handed the canvas to them where it was on the inside, they might not want to hand it back,” said Chimp Haven prez Cathy Willis Spraetz. “They might throw it around and step on it.” (Me too, Brent, me too.) [Neatorama]
If you’re unfamiliar with her, the fearsome Hindu goddess Kali is known as the great destroyer and creator. She’s often depicted on a cremation ground holding a scimitar and decapitated heads. Her powerful image inspired South African artist Reshma Chhiba to turn a former women’s prison used to hold anti-apartheid activists into a giant vagina complete with a clit, pubic hair and disembodied screams. Keep reading »
Artist Sophia Wallace’s interest in the disconnect between women’s bodies being sexualized and the lack of pleasure many of them are experiencing led her to create a “Cliteracy” installation about the “true female sexual organ” and it’s virtual invisibility.
“It is a curious dilemma to observe the paradox that on the one hand the female body is the primary metaphor for sexuality, its use saturates advertising, art and the mainstream erotic imaginary. Yet, the clitoris, the true female sexual organ, is virtually invisible,”she told Creem Magazine. Keep reading »
One man’s trash is another man’s … trash. But trash that’s actually art, too. London street artist Francisco de Pajaro uses tossed out refuse as his medium, making cheeky and sometimes thoughtful sculptures from discarded garbage bags. “Rubbish is the only legal place you can make art on the street,” said de Pajaro of his work. “With the street art I’m trying to do things which haven’t be done before, I started working on the street with a clear conscience, like a virgin. You start with a purity and your mind changes as you go further into it, because the streets are very tough.”
The sculptures are fleeting, lasting only as long as the trash sits on the sidewalk, uncollected. “We consume a lot, and rubbish is part of that, it’s people wasting things,” said de Pajaro. “There’s a romantic aspect, somebody’s given it up, they don’t want it, because one little bit is broken, because they don’t want to fix it, that’s the Capitalist mindset, so I give it life, so there’s a sensitive and romantic side to the work. It’s not all about monsters and nightmares in the work. Even when I’m making monsters, I’m taking things and bringing them back to life, giving them meaning.”
Click through to check out another few trash monster pieces. [Societe Perrier] Keep reading »
Most of the time, those of us who live in busy urban areas do our best to avoid bumping into or grazing the hands of our fellow city-dwellers. We’re too afraid of being admonished for violating someone’s personal space, too aware of when our own personal space feels threatened. But when given permission to actually touch one another, to share a bit of intimacy, everything transforms. That’s what photographer Richard Renaldi is trying to provide with his “Touching Strangers” photo series. For the project, Renaldi poses two (or three) perfect strangers together, giving them them the opportunity to safely explore intimacy with an unknown. You can see how the experience transforms people — from awkwardly trying to maintain a sense of personal space, to finally relaxing their bodies and leaning into the experience. “We are probably missing so much about the people all around us,” said one willing participant in the project. Truly, we are. Which is why Renaldi’s “Strangers” series is so powerful: It offers us a glimpse at what could be, or might have been, between two people. A book featuring many of his photos will be coming out soon on the nonprofit Aperture Foundation press. [Instinct Magazine]
For those of you who do not live in or near New York City, here is something you need to know: Bushwick, Brooklyn is the most annoying, pretentious, gentrified neighborhood in the whole world, filled with the most annoying, pretentious gentrifiers in the whole world. I moved there once and hastily moved out less than two months later. It’s that annoying. It’s like “Girls” in real life. So OF COURSE a Bushwick art gallery is doing a show about dick pics. Four women have collected 300 dick pics, including ones they themselves received, and framed the images for your gag-reflex-inducing cultural edification.
Please, ladies! Georgia O’Keefef you are not. Let’s not even touch upon how these images are being used without the dick-owner’s consent —which is all kinds of unethical — according to the New York Observer. I can think of an endless number of photography-based art shows that I would rather see than a collection of strange men’s dick pics, such as: Keep reading »