Internment by Robin Hextrum, 18 x 18 inches, oil on canvas
Some women think they can use words like douche “properly.”
Bear in mind it is literally a manifestation of men’s hatred and disgust and insistence on the female body as men imagine it to exist: unclean, impure, inferior, filthy hole that needs to be washed – don’t use it on just anything assholey. Respect it, and use it as that analogy.
Sounds all ironic and clever, doesn’t it?
After Here by Ed Midgett (Source)
There are only two kinds of people:
Of course this doesn’t account for people who are not on Twitter, but I find myself speculating about whether random people I meet in real life would be annoying on Twitter or not, and because I’m cynical, conclude that most of them probably would be.
I’m probably annoying on Twitter too.
And I’m doubly annoying for writing this. I was supposed to give you answers, dammit. Not just make you aware of the infinite annoyingness of human nature.*
I’m sorry.
*But just think of the possibilities if we could ever harness it as an alternative energy sourceHonk if you find Christmas a depressing reminder of just how little the world esteems you.
Here’s something I did more work on last night when I was in a cheerier mood.
Eric’s painting, a work in progress by M.K. Hajdin
Sunlight and Salt by Emily Silver. Source
There are some who would say that the emergence of the Super-Special-I-Me-I!! is both a product of and a justification for systems of oppression.
The individual is ever-more alienated from her humanity (writ large), and instead, in desperation, begins to identify in increasingly narrow ways. Our commonality is presented as an illusion. Rather only through high heels and a kinky sex life or residence in an exclusive suburb can we truly locate our authentic self—we make these choices because they externalize what is inside and incommunicable.
Further, our uniqueness requires that we eschew any political identification that marks us out as primarily part of a group. It is supposed that by identifying as women (or workers), we are in fact denying that which makes us human. We are reduced to a set of choices at the same moment those choices become mere consumer preferences.
We cannot choose to be treated like fully willing beings, we can only choose to submit.
By undermining solidarity, one also undermines any political project aimed at liberation.
— Tigs, on this post from I Blame the Patriarchy
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So apparently “national treasure” Tracey Emin and Cindy Sherman are part of some art project where they make pretentiously ironic Playboy centerfolds. Read about it here, if you’ve got a strong stomach.
The thing about doing something ironically is that you’re still doing it.
I have a profile now over at Jux. It looks like a nice site for an artist portfolio: very image-heavy, less cluttered than my WordPress portfolio.
Here’s a detailed review of Jux by someone who liked it as much as I did. I would like more fonts, though. Most of them look entirely too much like Times New Roman.
Not mine, but similar. Source
Got up today.
Cleaned catbox.
It is the only thing I managed to do.
But.
Finished, I guess. I might have overworked it a bit. This is Stella Creasy, Labour MP for Walthamstow.
Stella Creasy by M.K. Hajdin
I’ve felt awful the past few days and I don’t know if that’s affecting my art or what. I think I overworked the Stella drawing. I’m just going to fix her hair a little and leave it as is instead of try to put in too much shading. The casual breezy look suits her better than a high degree of finish, I think.
I don’t have an image for you yet. I don’t want to show the overworked version.
So here’s a sketch, still in its early stages, of Labour MP for Walthamstow Stella Creasy.
I find beautiful people easy but slightly boring to draw. I like complex faces with lines and wrinkles and weirdness and character. Beautiful people do make charming portraits, though, as this sketch shows.
Stella Creasy MP, sketch in progress by M.K. Hajdin
Exiled Stardust 