symptomatic anxiety
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The new poster for Bacurau, opening on March 6, by @antoniostella & @midmarauder.
We named it one of the best 2020 films we’ve already seen.
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Maha Kali - Letícia Abelha
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Ernest Biéler 1863 - 1948
Portraits à Grindelwald (detail), 1906
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Zanele Muholi’s Isilumo siyaluma series depict the notion of ‘painful periods’ in a decorative pattern using her own menstrual blood. As representations of flowers, these images symbolise a de-flowering of women, and a brutalisation of their sexual rights. This idea of de-flowering continues through as what Muholi refers to as South African men intending to ‘cure’ lesbian women by means of rape.
“Isilumo siyaluma is a Zulu expression that can be loosely translated as “period pains/periods pain”. Additionally, there is an added meaning in the translation that there is something secretive in and about this blood/“period in time.”
At one level, my project deals with my own menstrual blood, with that secretive, feminine time of the month that has been reduced within Western patriarchal culture as dirty.
On a deeper level then, my menstrual blood is used as a vehicle and medium to begin to express and bridge the pain and loss I feel as I hear and become witness to the pain of ‘curative rapes’ that many of the girls and women in my black lesbian community bleed from their vaginas and their minds.”
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Marginal
Fuera del todo,
en los acantilados del mapa
aguardas el mejor momento
para atacar.
Fuera del todo,
a orillas del sistema
¿estás seguro?
para atacar y resistir.
Resistir, cómo no pensarlo,
Marginamos nuestros sueños
Las vidas mínimas
La ilusión de estar fuera
Una pura ilusión, eso es.
_Imre Sirán
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Design graphics Geya Shvecova (NEON EARTH_030619)
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Arte
Si moviéramos nuestras manos
Si moviéramos nuestros cuerpos
Si dijéramos algunas palabras al aire
Diríamos que eso sería arte.
Si pintamos sobre los papeles
Si actuamos toda la vida
Y escribimos sobre piedra
Diríamos que eso sería arte.
Esculpiremos la nostalgia
Bordaremos la alegría
Moldearemos la esperanza
Aún así, diríamos que eso sería arte.
Si actuamos por un momento
Si gritamos los sentimientos
Renunciamos, por fin, a actuar
Y dejar que la vida sea el arte.
Pero la vida no es vida,
Y el arte no es arte
Hasta que lo sea: seguiremos gritando
Y actuando como si renunciáramos al destino.
_ Imre Sirán
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