"The Opposite of War isn't Peace...It's Creation."

J. Slater Contemporary Artist- Chicago IL., New York, NY.
-Graduate of (SAIC) School of the Art Institute of Chicago.
zuky: movethefuckoverbro: I assume you’ve already seen this, but just in case you haven’t, they have this series of mildly passive aggressive politeness reminders on the trains in Japan.  This one reads “your seat should only be as wide as your bottom, not the width of your spread legs.”  Words to live by. ————————————- A+ Japan Urgent memo to all men riding buses, trains, and in all public seating areas: “Your seat should only be as wide as your bottom, not the width of your spread legs.”

zuky:

movethefuckoverbro:

I assume you’ve already seen this, but just in case you haven’t, they have this series of mildly passive aggressive politeness reminders on the trains in Japan.  This one reads “your seat should only be as wide as your bottom, not the width of your spread legs.”  Words to live by.

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A+ Japan

Urgent memo to all men riding buses, trains, and in all public seating areas: “Your seat should only be as wide as your bottom, not the width of your spread legs.”

(via bitterseafigtree)

afrafemme: sapphrikah: guyhepner: Basquiat Dustheads. Sold for $49 million this week. #basquait #art #warhol I try not to think about this too hard because it pisses me off. But the typical, usual person who buys a Basquiat is some rich white person. Usually. Some rich little person who is probably the type to base their sense of self-worth on buying such expensive shit. Someone who probably doesn’t understand that the white “high” art world is what Basquiat seemed to despise the most. The reason he would mutilate his own work, like stepping on it, a proverbial fuck-you to the people pressuring him to make more stuff, to churn work out, to be a puppet. Those kind of people would come to him like he was their plaything, ask him for a piece to match their new sofa, as if his body of work hadn’t come from his need to express and his vast sense of awareness. And he would throw things at those people from his window after they left, he hated that kind of shit. People making him  a commodity.I think that’s the kind of stuff that drove him to wear expensive armani suit barefoot and get paint all over them. There were all of these rich folk suddenly giving a shit about his work, or more importantly, the value of it, to the point where he couldn’t trust a damn soul. Shit, the people around him didn’t even get him help quickly enough to possibly save his life, and when he died, his “friends” raided the dumpsters outside for anything of his stuff to sell to these fucking rich greedy collectors. I don’t even think most of them realize how black and not exactly pro-white his work is. A lot of his work is a direct criticism of THEM. The fucking irony. Like uuugghh I know I’m rambling but, to me, the white art world and its greed drove him to his demise. So when I see these pieces sell I see people spitting on his grave or driving him further into the earth. Meh. ^^ all of that, plus. 49 million?! omg. who benefits from that? his estate? friends & family? or some fuckshit museum?

afrafemme:

sapphrikah:

guyhepner:

Basquiat Dustheads. Sold for $49 million this week. #basquait #art #warhol

I try not to think about this too hard because it pisses me off.

But the typical, usual person who buys a Basquiat is some rich white person. Usually. Some rich little person who is probably the type to base their sense of self-worth on buying such expensive shit. Someone who probably doesn’t understand that the white “high” art world is what Basquiat seemed to despise the most. The reason he would mutilate his own work, like stepping on it, a proverbial fuck-you to the people pressuring him to make more stuff, to churn work out, to be a puppet. Those kind of people would come to him like he was their plaything, ask him for a piece to match their new sofa, as if his body of work hadn’t come from his need to express and his vast sense of awareness. And he would throw things at those people from his window after they left, he hated that kind of shit. People making him  a commodity.I think that’s the kind of stuff that drove him to wear expensive armani suit barefoot and get paint all over them. There were all of these rich folk suddenly giving a shit about his work, or more importantly, the value of it, to the point where he couldn’t trust a damn soul. Shit, the people around him didn’t even get him help quickly enough to possibly save his life, and when he died, his “friends” raided the dumpsters outside for anything of his stuff to sell to these fucking rich greedy collectors. I don’t even think most of them realize how black and not exactly pro-white his work is. A lot of his work is a direct criticism of THEM. The fucking irony. Like uuugghh I know I’m rambling but, to me, the white art world and its greed drove him to his demise. So when I see these pieces sell I see people spitting on his grave or driving him further into the earth.

Meh.

^^ all of that, plus. 49 million?!

omg.

who benefits from that? his estate? friends & family? or some fuckshit museum?

(via restlessandcr8ive)

marxvx:

I have been really wearing myself out with poststructuralism lately. I have to take it easier on myself. There is just so much I want to understand and ugh fuck it’s so easy for me to overwhelm myself and just constantly want to know more I JUST WANT TO BE SMART UGH FUCK