I am archiving this by re-blogging it here. Many thanks to author Alexandra Rosado for her courage and clarity.
February 27, 2014
Even though most of my profile is private, I’m making this post public on the off chance that the person who reported me will see it if they aren’t on my friends list (I am still unsure about that).
Today I changed my Facebook profile picture to a self portrait that I took in September of 2013 as part of a photo project that I ended up abandoning eventually. Even though I gave up on the project, I liked the picture. It holds important significance for me. Just moments after I changed it, however, I received a notification stating that it had been reported to Facebook for “nudity and pornography”. Someone had seen the photo of my bare torso and had immediately been so offended by it that they decided it needed to be removed from Facebook within seconds of it showing up. To the person who reported my photo, I would like to say I am sorry.
I am sorry that you have been conditioned to believe that a woman’s bare skin is pornographic and obscene by default. I am sorry that you cannot separate my skin from sex. I am sorry that you believe the flesh I was born in, that I learned to walk and dance and swim in, that I scraped my knees on the playground in, that I carried my daughter in, that has been held and hurt and rejected and sunburned and painted on and pierced and filled with too much food or too little food and bruised at punk shows, is lewd and meant for the consumption of others and not for my own use.
I am sorry that I was not born male. If I had been, I could walk down a public street showing the same amount of flesh pictured here and no one would bat an eye, because the only sexuality that needs to be silenced is female.
I am sorry that you couldn’t bear to go about your day without correcting my behavior.
I am sorry that a photograph that was meant to be a statement about myself became a target for your own discomfort, that you couldn’t look past my tits and try to see what I was saying.
In this photo I’m crying. In this photo I am 105 pounds and I am tugging and squeezing and pinching at my body to make it smaller, smaller than it was ever meant to be because I have days sometimes when I feel like I am too much, that I take up space that I don’t deserve. I have days sometimes when I want to shrink so far inside myself that no one else can see me. I have days sometimes when I don’t eat enough. I have days sometimes when I don’t want to eat at all. I took this photo to illustrate a part of myself that I don’t have the courage to talk about even with the people I trust the most.
Thank you for reporting me, because until now I haven’t said these things to anyone. I hope that you come to terms with your own issues about bodies and sexuality and skin.
Since this photo was taken I’ve gained ten pounds. I’m healthier now. I still want to disappear a lot of the time, but I can’t yet. I still have things I want to say.
DIY Network online has a video and instructions to build the art table above. The estimated cost of $100 – $250 for this project is not going to include the large gray paper flat file, which is expensive. I have seen someone armed with a group of long drawer pulls build one out of plywood. This would definitely be great for a studio. If I had any place to put something this big, I would be headed to the home improvement store right now!
Peace, Love and Art from Chicago by Shellie Lewis, 14.8 x 21 cm, paper and object collage on recycled food box.
Lyubomyr Tymkiv is an artist seeking to hold a collage art gallery show in Lviv, Ukraine and he is requesting submissions to curate. The art needs to be donated because it is for a non-commercial event and not able to be mailed back to artists. The size needs to be 14.8 x 21 cm with an interest to “Show Your Vision” in collage and assemblage using “newspaper clippings, ribbons, bits of colored or handmade papers, other portions of artwork or texts, photographs or found objects glued to a piece of paper or canvas.” Per the host: “Only original art works are to be accepted.” Art needs to arrive before September 1, 2014.
I went through my paper scraps and magazine images and made this collage today. I used a cereal box with YES! Paste bookbinding glue and some E6000 epoxy glue. I will be mailing this artwork soon. Please let other artists and members of the mail art community know about this wonderful event and that they are welcome to mail art to support this exhibition.
Sharing the press release here:
Visit Chicago Cultural Center and 4 other venues for Fluxfest Chicago 2014 – festival of performance art, artists books, intermedia, mail art and networking. Four days of fun! Dada, conceptual, and interactive art in the tradition of Fluxus.
Fluxfest Chicago 2014: February 20-23 – FOUR DAYS OF FLUXUS FUN – Joan Flasch Artist Book Collection, School of the Art institute of Chicago, 6018 North Gallery, Mana Fine Arts Pilsen, The New York Correspondance School Dinner, and Chicago Fluxus Day at the Chicago Cultural Center.
A broken hockey stick sucks, but I learned from Anthony Regole that things made out of broken hockey sticks don’t have to suck. I made a quickie project creating a key holder out of this broken stick.
Everything was salvaged and free, except for the epoxy. Fiberglas composite sticks don’t take to screws very well, and tend to splinter; I was too lazy to pre-drill holes and try to sink screws, so I glued the h-e-c-k out of this with E6000. The scrap plywood was laser etched and the backing is glued on sheet of thin blue rubbery craft foam. I hammered in a sawtooth picture hanger and called it finished.
I hope the guy on my boyfriend’s beer league team likes his new $100 keyholder. Outer Glow in Photoshop can only do so much. I will know was well received if anyone else busts their stick and heads to me instead of the trash can.
See Anthony Regole’s website.
Share artist trading cards with the world! Here is a zine I made as an animation you can link to, email, tweet and send any way you want. Share the idea of artist trading cards with as many people as you can. Short link to this post: http://bit.ly/1bHjcJy
UPDATE 2/08/2014: final draft
My friend Heather Loresch recently returned from serving in the Peace Corps in the Ukraine. Heather has also been very saddened and worried by the violent protests and civil rights challenges that have erupted in Kyiv. She told me about learning painting from her wonderful art teacher. I asked if her art teacher participated in artist trading cards and Heather felt he might like them, but it would be hard to explain the concept since he does not speak English. I have been doing a lot of zines lately in addition to artist trading cards and set to drawing what “artist trading cards” are in a series of comic pictures.
I have finished the hand drawn art and now I need translations for three words: “artist trading cards”. The cover tells what the whole zine is about. I am using Google Translate but I have no idea if anything is correct or not, so I am trying to find people fluent in other languages to fact check my Google translations. The cover of the zine will read “artist trading cards” in many languages. The rest is all pictorial. I think it really gets the point across. If IKEA can do it, I can do it.
My trades in non-English speaking nation have been in the minority. Maybe the zine will help me spread artist trading card creation to new areas. Nothing gets around faster than the internet, so I will also make the panels of the zine into an animated GIF and put that online. One two panel spread will throw the composition off a little but I think this will make a fine animated GIF.
Please email me a translation for “artist trading cards” or reply to the comments here. ARTG33K74 at gmail is a good email address. Thank you in advance!
UPDATE 1/29/2014: I got feedback from some friends and used a lot of Google Translate. I used “barter artist cards” a lot to try and indicate a swap and not commercial sales. Punjabi did not have a good word for “barter” and I used “mail artist cards”. It should make some sense, I hope. I tried to angle for as many non-Romance languages as I could fit in. Here is the first rough draft and show what I want for the cover. Changes will probably be made.
Self Publishers of Chicago has a call for entry for people to submit their own dictionary definitions for a collaborative zine. The deadline is soon and submissions need to be sent in via email by midnight on 2/26/2014.
The call for entry is here:
I am getting the impression that some of the entries they will be getting are going to be super funny. One example made me remember Sniglets from the 1980s. I went in for humor and the satire at the same time. I hope they pick my submission. Meanwhile, I may try to think of another one if there is time.
Printmaking in America: Collaborative Prints and Presses 1960 – 1990 (editor Elaine M. Stainton, 1995) is an exhibition catalog with a highly detailed history of printmaking from as far back as the 18th Century and the revival of artistic printmaking through specific efforts and studios from 1960 onward. Many studios and presses throughout the USA are named and have their specific histories chronicled. The fine art market for prints during this time, the role of foundations and universities in creating studios, and how various studios lead to the creation of others across the nation are all interesting aspects of this history. The prints included are a collection from many well recognized contemporary artists. Some favorites of mine were from Ed Ruscha, Barbara Kruger, Robert Longo, Chuck Close, Helen Frankenthaler and David Hockney. If you geek out on printmaking, definitely read this book cover to cover.
These are my two favorite photographs from a girls’ game back in December 2013. I wanted to get some reference photos of a goal net for an animation that is in progress and had some down time waiting for other people. I took some shots for the fun of it and love how fast these young players can zip around the ice. Now only if some of their parents would STFU or at least cheer without thinking they can coach from the bleachers…