Portland art director Danielle Delph questioned whether she’d have been friends with her mother if they’d grown up together and what that might have looked like, so she Photoshopped herself into pictures of her mom’s childhood. Her photo series If I Had Known My Mother Back Then depicts her and her mother hanging out as toddlers, teenagers and everything in between. On her website, she ponders:
“I’ve always wondered if my mom and I would have been friends had we grown up together. Would we be in the same classes? Would we have the same sense of humor? Would people tell us we’re inseparable? After seeing myself in her childhood photos, I’m pretty sure we would have been great friends.”
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I love the versatility of the word fuck. Most people who know me have learned to embrace my potty mouth rather than scold me for it, which is probably why my coworker Sophie immediately thought of me when she saw this “I Don’t Give A Fuck” neon artwork which is currently being auctioned off for charity…and a children’s charity, no less. Heh. Keep reading »
I have a Shelf of Oddities (yes, I capitalize it in my head) that contains a toy bust of a Black Barbie, a miniature black Frank Kozik Gipper Bust, a School House Rock soundtrack, a vintage Franc, a chunk of pyrite, a bag of semi-precious rocks (mostly also pyrite), a paper knife, the rubber-band detritus of having performed Lygia Clark’s “Estruturas Vivas,” pieces of a broken sonic screwdriver toy that held someone’s weed before I scavenged it from their garbage, a six-sided die that has no 1 or 6 but two 2’s and two 3’s, a small vial of gallium (a metal that melts at extraordinarily low temperatures), a tungsten drill bit, dozens of pins that I had to take off of my backpack before I started traveling, and — here’s the important one — several pieces of multi-colored, multi-flavored hard candy that I took from Felix Gonzalez-Torres’ “Untitled (Portrait of Ross in L.A.)” and pocketed instead of eating, as theoretically one is intended to do.
“Portrait of Ross” is a pile of 176 pounds of a candy called Fruit Flashers that’s usually housed in the contemporary wing of the Art Institute of Chicago. It’s 176 pounds because that’s the weight Ross Laycock, Gonzalez-Torres’ partner, was when he was healthy, before they both got AIDS. It’s a metaphor for Ross’s body, and viewers are supposed to take a piece of candy — by so doing, the body deteriorates. Keep reading »
File this one under “ Extremely Mixed Feelings”: Olfactory artist Peter de Cupere has a one-day exhibit happening in which a Madonna figure made of holy water and “vaginal smell” will melt and fill the gallery with “the scent of passion.” :-/
The vaginal smell is authentic and sourced from a variety of women, but is hygienic – it was created by an olfactory lab, so no, say, hazardous elements remain in the sculpture. Gallery attendees will be invited to touch the liquid after the sculpture has melted but have been warned that it’s a pretty strong scent and will stick. Keep reading »