Maybe I'll soothe my crushed dreams with some retail therapy.
|John Derian tray and feather print from Moodboard|
But probably not with the John Derian stuff at Target.
|Lizzy Janssen tank|
|Graham & Brown's wallpaper|
|Anna Betts print via Design is Mine|
|Golly Bard print|
|JodyvanB at etsy|
I probably have a fondness for feathers because
I used to go to a lot of drag shows Charlemagne loves to bring me dead and mutilated birds from the neighborhood to show she loves me. Normal people might like teddy bears and roses but getting bloody feathers is like a big hug from a diva kitty. Awww.... I know Danny feels the same way and is really gonna love my special care package I'm making him.
Or I could break out the R890444 Camera of Amazing Awesomeness and take some up close and personal pictures to start my etsy business. I've got to pay for this kitchen remodel somehow and if feathers are trending up I'm gonna make some serious bank on shit like this.
But my fake xmas watercolors and that tank top are blown out of the water by this art by Kate MccGwire found via My Love For You Is A Stampede of Horses.
Kate MccGwire's work asks questions about the very nature of beauty. She's intrigued by the possibility of envisaging beauty as something more complex than merely what delights the senses: beauty can be about a problem; it can be something that repels you or makes you question the status quo. The idea that it is a cultural phenomenon, susceptible to argument through the creative process, fascinates her.
Much of Kate's work references Freud's 'Unheimliche' (the uncanny, or, literally, the 'unhomely'); the idea, to quote Freud, of 'a place where the familiar can somehow excite fear'.
|My Love For You... here|
Maybe it's just me but in my head I can totally hear these things moving around and writhing against each other. I'M NOT DRUNK!!!! I could probably talk about what's wrong with that feeling and what's right about the artist's statement for hours but I'm tired and have to get started working on my Christmas presents and restalking Danny.
An excerpt from the catalog describing this series:
Horrifyingly beautiful, the installation suggests a new (or perhaps ancient) and menacing presence eminating from the cast iron oven. Coiling, pluming and creeping through the kitchen, the work feels weighty, meaty. The visitor at once is taken by the gorgeousness of the piece itself - the assemblage of 'common' feathers presented as something completely exotic - and the shame involved in discarding objects of beauty for a perfunctory dinner.Hhhmmmm....
|My Love... here|
I could probably talk a few more hours about beauty, food and female domesticity which is what this one makes me think of but shame? Well, I think I'll probably feel more shame when I'm arrested outside of Danny's house in some acid-washed jeans, feather tank top and a walkman trying to recapture my youth and excite some fear with my use of "familiar" (yet bloody) feathers in my NKOTB collage showing Danny and the Madame in love forever and ever and ever...
And by shame I mean victory.
I'll gladly stick that feather in my cap.