As a TA for a visual studies and communications class, I like to give my students assignments that will really make them think about how to convey information visually. I assigned my freshmen with the task of creating a VISUAL ESSAY. Without words they must tell the story of their weekend. Perhaps their roommate bitched [...]
AN ODE TO PEREZ HILTON
Perez (Mario),
when i see you, i get kind of horny.
i kno ur gay, but it doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about u.
ur so powerful. celebs at ur mercy.
when i see ur picture i take off my top.
i asked this jesus guy to FEEL ME (he represents u as a christ figure [...]
Posted in GUYS, brby | Also tagged avril lavigne, horny, jesus, last night's rape, ode, perez hilton, poem, rpatz, sluttyienna miller, zaquisha |
You found me outside the potty/party. Maybe you thought I was sexy. Maybe you thought I was COOL.
I went into the potty with you. I don’t know why. Maybe because you had a camera. Maybe because you told me I was SEXY and COOL.
At first, I was a bit lost. It was smelly but I [...]
When I grow up, I want to be a MUMMY. Before the Feminist movement, it was just assumed that all girls would grow up to be moms. In the 70s and 80s, women weren’t allowed to JUST WANT TO BE MOMS anymore. When we said what we wanted to be, we had to say like, doctor, [...]
Part of my research for my thesis in Creative Visual Studies entails looking at art that appropriates canonical works that have preceded it. Many artists often borrow the language of artists who have come before them to comment on the political undertones of where art has been and where it lies stagnant today. Here is an obvious [...]
Posted in art n music | Also tagged appropriation, art history, butts, elizabeth peyton, last night's rape, lorna simpson, manet, mike kelley, morimura, paul mccarthy, pink floyd, titian |
Had a really bad day yesterday. Accidentally erased my whole thesis from my hard drive. Forgot to back that shit up. Then I found out my family dog has cancer. Decided I needed to LET GO. Not care about life, or what’s right and wrong, what I’m supposed to do—just needed an ESCAPE.
Went out for [...]
By BRBY | February 27, 2009
Sometimes I feel like I am drowning. I’m asleep somewhere, but it is an unfamiliar place–it is not my bed. My underwear and the underwear of other women surround me. I am screaming for help, for my life, but there is no answer—just a FLASH of light and a slow stream of water/vodka/diamonds/urine cutting my [...]