“…if Marx was right that we think only those thoughts that are thinkable in our time, then we might do well to consider how the discourses of our time shape what counts as real or meaningful, and what truths are delivered to us as a result.”
–from Why Gorilla Aren’t Sexist and Orangutans Don’t Rape on NPR
The Mint Museum in Charlotte has a sculpture by one of my favorite contemporaries, Sergei Isupov, who is awesome. I love his style, his imagination, his subject matter, his fine detail and exquisite rendering ability. He is by far my favorite ceramicist and one of the most interesting contemporary artists still alive.
During my wanderings about the vast and labyrinthine internets of late, I have discovered James Jean, an artist originally from Taiwan, now apparently living in California. I googled “seamstress” and came across the painting behind that link, which I love to the point of wishing I had done it. I am currently working on a piece which may or may not turn out to be about the plight of sweatshop seamstresses in Asia and Indonesia who, for 13 cents a day, produce the designer garments which retail clerks, making $8/hr, sell to trust fund darlings for $100+ a pop. I am on chapter 10 of No Logo by Naomi Klein.
And so here we go. I’m blogging again. Somewhere out there in Internetsland, I have spawned and orphaned at least 2 blogs in the past 5 years. This one will be different.
I mean it this time.
Because see, my friend Maddie has this awesome blog, & it made me want to start my own… Because I have lots of stuff to talk about, what with my interests in art & culture, food & wine, theories & rantings…
I believe that real art is rare and that there are more people with paintbrushes than there are people with ideas and/or talent.
I believe that our culture is anemic, cannibalistic, and afraid. I aim to do my part to fix that by injecting my own little ray of wholesome sunshine into the world whenever I can, and by being really real …for reals.
I believe food should be respected, especially fruits & vegetables (which is why I prefer to bag my own groceries at the checkout. Nothing pisses me off more than someone manhandling my melons.)
I believe wine is divine. Paul and I are exploring the $10 and less range while developing our palettes, and we’ve discovered some real beauties. I wonder what’s so good about $20+ wine…
I believe our government is trying to kill us. They’ve sold us to the Big Corporations for machine fodder. Lies and conspiracies abound. Trust no one.
I could go on, but I won’t. Not now. But soon…