Another guy for my sculpture class

nylon skin, 2023

65 x 61 cm

Wood, stockings, cardboard, nails, metal scraps, paint, keyboard caps

Afterparty; Brother Harry:

"Harry it's gonna be fine! We'll all be together why are you making such a big deal about this?!"

"Because Yn, those parties are very wild! Anything goes there: drinking, smoking, people having sex randomly with anyone.... the list is endless! I don't want you going and that's that!"

You stomped towards Harry, combatively, challenging his answer. "I'm 19 years old, I can go wherever I want!" You ran up the stairs, bracing yourself against his body as you brushed past it. You slammed your bedroom door, fuming over your brother's unfair arbitrary charge. It was the afterparty of one of Harry's charities he was going to. Harry decided to take you with him to expose you to the arts and naturalism of music. He assumed it might inspire some creativity inside you to push you off from the rebellious streak you had lately.

Your eyes went straight to the sequin dark midnight purple dress that you had picked out specifically for the afterparty after the charity event. Black pantyhose, black heels and this black diamond bracelet would all be an accessorized attire to your silver and black smokey makeup. But instead, stuck wearing this gaudy white dress with cherry blossoms painted on them like some 6th grader going to her first prom. Harry loved the dress of course- picking it out for you with matching white flats. The dress in your mind was pretty, but not your taste. But since Harry was paying, what choice did you have?

Time came for the charity where Harry sat in the back of the van coaching you on how to behave and act. Listening narrow-mindedly to his instructions while internally flickering over your plan of the night. This boring charity event would soon be over and basking in the glory of the elite afterparty with your friends would be the highlight of the evening.

The charity was filled with boring chatter from Harry's upscale friends who talked endlessly about the dull hanging pictures of fruit and parks that added nothing nor took away from the slinky sculptures of rubbish that were tabled across in every corner. You side-eyed Harry chatting with a bunch of his friends, occasionally looking to you, like he wanted you to join in with their much more mature conversation or rather it was just his way of supervising you to keep you from escaping this wasted building.

The car ride home was this thick tense of quiet. Harry shuddered to ask your opinion on the night out- knowing you could never give a generous answer. Rather, more focused on the afterparty- staring stale out the window, taking in the glints of stars from the night. Your phone clock read 12:36- a little after 12:30. For you, it would mean that start of a fresh night filled with the stench of vodka, faint smoke shadows peering out of the mouths of partyers who stood to the side, puffing their cigarettes in and out, and the shimmers of flashy dresses and suits from the dim lights and the blaring music.

The rush blitzed through you like blood through veins. Harry, staggered into house, suit jacket slinked over his shoulder, keys jiggling from the first joint of his finger. "Bedtime, Yn," You let out a scoff, shooting Harry a look, "I'm not tired," "Well, then I'm going to bed- you can watch TV or whatever...." Harry was too tired to even argue with you. You watched him slouch up the stairs; debility and render wading around in his eyes. A sick ping tip toed through your stomach; feeling awful with the way you had handled your well meaning older brother. But even that couldn't shake you from the wish of attending that party.

Changing into your party dress, you snuck out of the house quietly, called an Uber and made it into the party. The smell of every alcohol hit your nostrils all at once while the quivering stench of cigarettes stung your eyes. "Yn! Glad you could make it!" Nicole, one of your friends said, handing you a drink.

Three drinks in and already feeling a little dizzy, you thought maybe dancing would help balance things out. "Heyyyy theeerrre honey," You turned to see a guy- black hair, grey eyes and a 3 o'clock shadow smiling, "Um, hi,"

"Wanna danceeee?" Obviously drunk, you tried moving away from him, only for him to grab the fringe of your dress and lift it to expose part of your thigh. "Stop that!" You snapped, splashing the remainder of you drink in his face.

Feeling cold and alone, you checked the clock of your phone- 3:00. "Damn! I need to get home!" You pushed your way through the crowd to find Nicole, only to spot a tall man- black trench coat, quiffed curls and a raspy voice, echo your name through the party the best way he could over the loud music. "Yn! Yn! Where are you?!" The panic in his voice was evident, evident enough to spike a deep rush of regret and guilt through you.

Green eyes finally spotted you, fading in and out between the brush of partygoers. Catching you, Harry pulled you into this tight hug, sniffing your hair for alcohol smell. "Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" You shook your head, tears brimming your eyes. Harry dragged you out of the party, giving Nicole this look- a look of controlled command that only older brothers could possess.

Out on the lawn, empty cups hit your ankles and the cracking sounds of smashed pieces of glass beer bottles crunched beneath your heels. You looked at Harry, stopped and tangled him into a big hug, "I'm sorry!" You sobbed. Your glassy eyes looked into his, "He touched me..... he grabbed my dress and pulled it up!" You quivered. You felt the warm touch of Harry's hand group the center of your back. "It'll be okay..... I'm here... you're safe now Yn,"

He didn't yell at you. He didn't even so much as give you a sour look or blanket his stare with wrath. He just cuddled you- into his arms like a warm fuzzy blanket. Harry twisted his hand into yours before walking off to the car. You didn't feel like this little girl hanging onto her brother for protection, instead, you felt like a young woman who simply needed help and it was now being sent to her.

And you never wanted to let go.

*I'm back everyone!!!! Ik I've been sick for awhile, but things will be running smoothly again now!!!!!!*

One off coining, probably won’t make any more things related to this show.

Helencharic / HelenCPcharic

Helen, CP for Central Park, charic meaning a gender suffix related to (a) character(s)

[LEFT ID: A six striped horizontal flag. The colours in order of top-down are black, blue-grey, grey, light grey, bone and off-white. In the middle of the flag there’s an outlined icon of Helen. Her feet cut off at the bottom of the flag. Helen is a Caucasian, middle-aged woman with grey hair that’s up in a bun, she’s wearing a dark grey dress that has a light grey collar and light grey scalloped wrists, grey pantyhose, and black flats. She is holding a sculpture of a monkey in her hands, holding it up by the left of her head. This image is outlined in green. Behind Helen on the upper (horizontal) half of the flag there’s a shower of variously sized dollar signs (a capital S with a vertical line through it.) These dollars are in two layers. The top layer dollars are green with a gradient towards a dark green on the bottom of the symbols. The back layer of dollars is also green, but is translucent. END ID.]

[MIDDLE ID: A six striped horizontal flag. The colours in order of top-down are black, blue-grey, grey, light grey, bone and off-white. In the middle of the flag there’s an outlined icon of Helen. Her feet cut off at the bottom of the flag. Helen is a Caucasian, middle-aged woman with grey hair that’s up in a bun, she’s wearing a dark grey dress that has a light grey collar and light grey scalloped wrists, grey pantyhose, and black flats. She is holding a sculpture of a monkey in her hands, holding it up by the left of her head. This image is outlined in green. END ID.]

[RIGHT ID: A six striped horizontal flag. The colours in order of top-down are black, blue-grey, grey, light grey, bone and off-white. On the upper (horizontal) half of the flag there’s a shower of variously sized dollar signs (a capital S with a vertical line through it.) These dollars are in two layers. The top layer dollars are green with a gradient towards a dark green on the bottom of the symbols. The back layer of dollars is also green, but is translucent. END ID.]

A gender related to the character Helen from the show Central Park.

[ID: A six striped horizontal flag. The colours in order of top-down are black, blue-grey, grey, light grey, bone and off-white. END ID.]

Mood Board 2:

My conceptual intent with this piece is to create a chandelier that hangs below a light source and exploit the shadows that could be created and would take up space. I would use yarn/ pantyhose to create these shadows as I wrap it around the rebar. I would manipulate the metal to go in different directions and the yarn would allow me to create a sense of movement. My main goal is to create shadows that would span across a room.

Art Reference:

Giuseppe Licari, "Tree Root Chandeliers", 2012

Tree Roots sculpture that is meant to portray contemporary natural landscapes, the viewer is meant to see how space is occupied by the roots, as well as how we occupy it as well.

“Almost there “ ,2022

Steel bars, bandage gauze , pantyhose

6’2 x 2 1/2 x 1 1/2 Ft

My sculpture speaks of the expectations that women face during their adolescence. A desperate need to reach an unattainable image, the piece represents a woman hopelessly trying to reach her goal of 100 pounds. Pushing her limitations with extreme diets and exercising, eventually, the deadly combination led to serious health factors that prevented her from reaching her goal. Thus stopping at 107 pounds, she was almost there.

APPENDAGE PROJECT:

NEUTRAL ENVIRONMENT AND PROJECT DESCRIPTION

The general goal of this project was to create an abstracted organic extension of the body (a wearable sculpture). For this project I choose to depict meaty, scabbing, fleshy, conjoined human limbs. In some sort of way, I wanted to create glamorized gore, and in order to do so, I used beads, yarn, a worn down lace dress, ribbons, wire, shoelaces, bandage wrap and skin colored pantyhose/tights. It can be worn around the neck, both limbs hanging at each side, on one shoulder, OR it can be worn like the strap of a bag (the leg hanging in front and the arm hugging the back).

There were three overall phases to this project: 1.) Chicken Wire stage, 2.) Plaster Gauze layer, and 3.) Veneer/Final Skin. The chicken wire acts as a bony under layer that provides shape and support to sculpture. In the chicken wire phase I shaped parts of the limbs separately, and connected them together in the end. The plaster gauze phase acts as a first skin. It aids the veneering process, because presents a smoother, connected surface for the final skin. Lastly, the final skin stage is where the sculpture really comes together.

For this assignment, we needed to document ourselves interacting with the object in neutral, organic, and inorganic environments. During the documentation process, I found myself touching the fabrics and beads of the sculpture. The textures, were both distracting and comforting to me. There’s a strangely intimate quality to the sculpture, the way the arm wraps around the back and the leg wraps around the front. In some odd way the structure is like an embrace. It’s heavy and tactile. It felt like I was trying to carry a person (behind the scenes, I was struggling to lift up the sculpture and place it on my shoulders).

Senga Nengudi

R.S.V.P., 1975

Collection: The Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles

Though Senga Nengudi’s R.S.V.P. is abstract, its forms suggest a body or body parts—limbs, breasts, buttocks, appendages, wombs. Store-bought nylon pantyhose filled with sand, knotted, stretched, and tacked to the wall mimic the elasticity of skin, tender at life’s beginnings and then sagging with age and strain. It is particularly piercing that the crotch of the pantyhose, splayed out vulnerably at the sculpture’s center, bears dramatic forces of tension and suspension. The cultural associations of the hosiery and its color identify the body alluded to as black and feminine. Yet the body in question also belongs to viewers: the title of the work, a commonly used French acronym, entreats viewers to “please respond.” Nengudi frequently used her R.S.V.P. series in choreographed performances, where the sculptures served as restraints, props, and costumes.

Repetition of Constant Tension

Scrap metal, fabric, pantyhose, rope, thread

Dimensions variable

While others tend to journal on paper, I express myself by creating my sculptures. The materials become the medium for releasing my emotional triggers and lingering thoughts. Repetition of Constant Tension is a response to that mental state of mind and how I feel. I am transforming the emotional into the physical, integrating my energy into these objects to give these emotions an external space. The tense energy is evident throughout the work as the fabric stretches across the metal forms. Recycled materials from previous artworks are incorporated into this piece, engaging the history of my touch. These materials, too, will someday be disassembled for future application, further testing their limits and adding yet another layer of personal connection.

Visiting an art museum

Mrs. Anderson, a passionate teacher in her 40s, had always appreciated the beauty of art, not only as a subject to teach but also as a source of personal inspiration. One sunny Saturday morning, she decided to embark on a visit to the city's renowned art museum. She chose her outfit carefully, opting for a classic black blouse, a pristine white skirt, sheer pantyhose, and cream-colored slingback pumps, which added an elegant touch to her ensemble.

As she entered the museum, Mrs. Anderson felt an immediate sense of wonder. Each room held a unique collection, offering a glimpse into the creativity and imagination of artists throughout history. She was eager to explore every exhibit, from the classic masterpieces to the contemporary creations.

In the first room, Mrs. Anderson couldn't help but be drawn to the vivid colors and intricate details of a large canvas. The room had a plush carpet that felt soft beneath her feet. Without thinking twice, she slipped off her cream slingback pumps and carried them in her hand, allowing her pantyhose-clad feet to embrace the luxurious texture of the carpet.

Walking quietly and respectfully, she moved from painting to painting, taking in each work of art with a sense of awe and appreciation. The cool, soft carpet beneath her feet provided a pleasant contrast to the vibrant colors on the walls.

In the next room, Mrs. Anderson encountered a breathtaking sculpture exhibit. The room's carpet was a deep, rich crimson. Once again, she gracefully removed her slingback pumps, this time admiring the sculptures with her bare feet grazing the plush surface.

Her visits to subsequent rooms followed a similar pattern. She explored galleries filled with ancient artifacts, modern sculptures, and contemporary installations, removing her shoes in every room adorned with a carpet. Her pantyhose-clad feet seemed to carry her closer to the art, allowing her to fully immerse herself in the experience.

Throughout her museum journey, Mrs. Anderson felt a profound connection to the art and a sense of serenity as her bare feet glided across each carpeted room. She moved silently, her shoes held gently in her hand, respecting the contemplative atmosphere of the museum.

As she concluded her visit and stepped outside, Mrs. Anderson put her cream slingback pumps back on her feet, feeling a sense of fulfillment and inspiration. Her day at the art museum had been a unique and enriching experience, a reminder that art could touch not only the heart and mind but also the soles of one's feet.

i’m afraid there can only be one colored pencil artist on tumblr at a time. we’ll have to take away your credentials.

i think its the fucked up creature art ppl are upset about, ive gotten that reaction on some pantyhose sculptures I did that were inspired by completely different artists lol

Structure the Body and Body Structures: Final

For this project I made a birdcage in the shape of a woman’s torso.

Two rebar circles on each end and eight vertical rebars bent to symbolize breasts, formed the illusion of a cage. Three woobly rebars were the legs supporting. he torso. The sculpture was approximately, 6 ft tall and unbalanced, because unequal justice for women still persists.

A found object, a moroccan lamp cover, whose shape resembles a woman’s breast with a tassel on top that is unraveling, is the headrest decoration for this sculpture. While it looks foreign, it was meant as a universal symbol for women. The tassel, is a reminder that some women, have and continue to be objectified, used and seen merely as sex symbols offered up for the pleasure and consumption of men.

Inside the cage, a silver dessert basket hangs like a justice balance from a curved metal bar. Two "breasts", made by forming a ball out of absorbent pads and covered with pantyhose, sit in the silver basket/justice balance. A light was hidden inside the lamp to highlight the colored glass and symbolically shine a light on the problems caging women. I played a whistling recording of the song Killing Me Softly as a reminder of bird song in a cage. Finally, a copy of Zurbaran’s painting of St. Agatha, who died a martyr c251, was placed on another silver plate resembling a votive offering at the bottom. St. Agatha was tortured and had her breasts removed with tongs after rejecting a Roman prefect who wanted to marry her. Women in the Western world have come a long way in fighting for their rights as human beings. In other parts of the world, they have not been as lucky. However, even in the USA today, women are subject to laws, institutional discrimination and cultural throwbacks that curtail women's freedoms and equality. Sexual harassment and violence, the loss of rights to control their own bodies, gender inequality and gender pay gaps are a few of the problems women still face in one of the most developed countries of the world.

Day 301 art meditation … Advent calendar door day December 21 ◉◎⦿◎◉

It is an interesting experiment to sit at the fabulous, round, brown dining room table, in this open first floor of my parents’ house, with Dad reading the newspapers in the living area near me and Mom on both floors getting our Weihnactsstube ready. There is a huge yellow globe lamp from the 1970’s which has been in all the houses we lived in, and it’s hard to capture the gemuetlichkeit that we have here.

I’m trying to integrate myself more authentically everywhere I am, no matter what the memories, getting past the story … I am literally testing out my Heart space and how much stronger it is these years. This is a point to write into, if I ever find the courage. The tears in my throat are also very very interesting. No wonder people don’t want to heal or do inner work, it’s kind of painful, because it’s gradual.

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This morning I walked and loved the affirmations on the sidewalk of Art & Glassworks - toooo fabulous.

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Here’s another piece of my art for my Senga project - her “R.S.V.P. B/W” pantyhose sculpture, and my brand art, set on black, to honor the darkness and process of my life …

Xo, Anne

Mood Board 1:

My conceptual intent with this piece is to create a sculpture that hangs from the ceiling and gives the illusion as though the ceiling is falling out from above. I would use the metal to contour several different shapes that I derived from a set of lungs because I want to discuss how the grime that comes from a ceiling can aggravate allergies or breathing problems for certain people. Another material that I would use is pantyhose that would be stretched around the piece to serve as though compressing the metal together. I would also include fluff to replicate insulation. My hope is to stuff the pantyhose with the fluff.

Art Reference:

Kenneth Snelson, "Black E.C. Tower", 1969-2006

Tensile sculpture made with metal and cables that are meant to defy gravity, sensitive in that the cables are the only thing holding the piece together.

Untitled (Frog)

Galvanized steel wire, pantyhose, acrylic paint, marbles, hot glue, foam board, fishing line, wood, various recyclables

(Frog alone) 16” x 16” x 6”

“Untitled (Frog)” is an interpretation of the verbs “to suspend” and “to hook” as it strays away from the obvious meanings and goes forwards the words in a storytelling context. With the idea that creating suspense would need something to be abnormal, the puppet became a frog with a tongue-eating louse (Cymothoa Exigua). A short film was made alongside the sculpture to showcase its abilities as a puppet outside of the gallery space. The presentation of the work props it up in a lively manner since the controller keeps the animal upright. I originally wanted the piece to be a larger alligator-incorporated-creature but the time restraints forced me to go with a smaller frog with a parasite within it. I’m very happy with the result of the puppet and learned some things from the experience.

Senga Nengudi Is The First African American Woman Recipient of the 2023 Nasher Prize

Senga Nengudi Is The First African American Woman Recipient of the 2023 Nasher Prize

Senga Nengudi, celebrated for revolutionizing the marriage between pantyhose sculptures and performance art, has just made history with her latest honor. According to KERA News, the Chicago-born artist was recently named the 2023 Nasher Prize Laureate, making her the first African American woman to be bestowed with the prize. She will receive $100,000, the largest cash award of any international…

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