here's sherrie levine's (1980):
"Since the door was only half closed, I got a jumbled view of my mother and father on the bed, one on top of the other. Mortified, hurt, horror struck, I had the hateful sensation of having placed myself blindly and completely in untrustworthy hands. Instinctively and without effort, I divided myself, so to speak, into two persons, of whom one, the real, the genuine one, continued on her own account, while the other, a successful imitation of the first, was delegated to have relations with the world. My first self remains at a distance, impassive, ironical, and watching."
personally, i believe she's too invested in creating a self through her own sex. but, we can only navigate the world through that which we know. thoughts?
'my very own'pictures and artist statement to come soon? who knows.
addendum: remember when i asked if christians can be hip? well they aren't mutually exclusive.
blessed are the romantics,
derek.
musings. artings. writings.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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