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“Unfinished Painting” — Keith Haring
This painting was left intentionally incomplete. Haring began it when he was dying due to complications from AIDS, and knew he didn’t have much time left. The piece represents the incomplete lives of him and many others, lost to AIDS during the crisis.
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“AIDS Memorial Quilt” — Multiple
This quilt is over 50 tons heavy, and one of, if not the, largest pieces of community folk art. Many people who died of AIDS did not receive funerals, due to social stigma and many funeral homes refusing to handle the deceased’s remains, so this was one of the only ways their lives could be celebrated. Each panel was created in recognition of someone who died due to AIDS, typically by that person’s loved ones.
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“Untitled” (Portrait of Ross in L.A.) — Felix Gonzalez-Torres
This pile of candy weighs the same amount as an average adult man. Visitors are encouraged to take some of the candy. As they do so, the pile of candy weighs less and less. This is a commentary on how AIDS deteriorates the body of those who have it. Gonzalez-Torres’ partner, Ross Laycock, had died due to AIDS-related complications the same year.
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The SF Gay Men's Chorus
This photo was taken in 1993. The men in white are the surviving original members. Every man in black is standing in for an original member who lost their lives to AIDS.
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“Electric Fan (Feel it Motherfuckers); Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate, 1997” — John Boskovich
After the death of his lover, Stephen Earabino, from AIDS, Boskovich discovered that his family had completely cleared his room, including Boskovich’s own possessions, save for this fan. An entire person, existence and relationship had been erased, just like so many lives during the AIDS crisis. Boskovich encased the fan in Plexiglass, but added cutouts so that its air may be felt by the viewer, almost like an exhalation. In a sense, restoring Earabino’s breath.
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“Blue” — Derek Jarman
This was Jarman’s final feature film, released four months before his death from AIDS-related complications. These complications had left him visually impaired, able to only see in shades of blue. This film consists of a single shot of a saturated blue color, as the soundtrack to the film described Jarman’s life through narration, intercut with the adventures of Blue, a humanization of the color blue. The film's final moments consist of a set of repeated names: “John. Daniel. Howard. Graham. Terry. Paul". These are the names of former lovers and friends of Jarman who had died due to AIDS.
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“Untitled” (Perfect Lovers) — Felix Gonzalez-Torres
Created by the same man who created the previous untitled piece, this piece was also inspired by his lover’s deterioration and death due to AIDS. This piece consists of two perfectly alike clocks. Over the course of time, one of the clocks will fall out of sync with the other.
In a letter written to his lover about the piece, before his lover’s passing, Gonzalez-Tourres wrote, “Don't be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, the time has been so generous to us. We imprinted time with the sweet taste of victory. We conquered fate by meeting at a certain time in a certain space. We are a product of the time, therefore we give back credit were it is due: time. We are synchronized, now forever. I love you.”
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sinpiper · 11 months
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Aquarelles by Elinleticia Högabo
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Adrien Amilhat - Sea Witch
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Dark Light Tales: Ocean of Memories by Jan Erik Waider
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Listened to his gazals/songs and forget the famous vintage trinity of Mukesh, Rafi and Kishore for a moment. Currently my obsession. Love the velvety voice.
Highly recommended for old bollywood songs lovers. Truly a hidden gem for this generation.
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sinpiper · 1 year
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Dual Gever: Piece of Ocean (2014) 3D printed sculpture of the ocean surface
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sunset on the water, natures shadows, & mystical days in the sun
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Yellowjackets / The Double Image- Anne Sexton
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The Lament for Icarus 2020, Miao He
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The lines, "Aap apne vishwas ko satya mante hai or main sirf Satya pr vishwas krta hu", were used very casually in my opinion.
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Midnight Mass / Frank Bidart
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I am asking you to endure it.
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Just getting out from the bath
Sipping my tea
Feeling all clean and fresh,
Then, I do my fav thing,
Dreading for future
What tomorrow will bring?
Will I be able to handle it?
And such hundreds of questions.
And then tomorrow comes
And i sip my tea feeling all clean and fresh
I dread for the future,
which would be different from present
and the past.
And it goes on and on...
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