Saturday, March 1, 2008

Kiki Smith on her Stuart Collection project.

Kiki speaks unabashedly with her hands. Sometimes the most intimate moments occur when one is focused on the modesty of hands. Where else is an area with the densest nerve beds in the body
ever exposed, and wielding?

8 comments:

Σφιγξ said...

Language is circular, and inserting oneself into a preexisting system is both the challenge and frustration of writing.

http://www.ada.auckland.ac.nz/

Σφιγξ said...

Nabokov's 15th novel is a cosmology; however, the incest between Marina's children does not really interest me. Their gender, apparent relation, travels, reflections are subsumed into this text they are creating, and they "die into the finished book."

Σφιγξ said...

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jyN1F1WkF5Z2dndkE/view?usp=sharing

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jyRUtOMi1EUEc2YjA/view?usp=sharing

Σφιγξ said...

I like Stuart Collection UCSD Standing (1998) much less than did then.

Σφιγξ said...

I would have never thought that the monumentality of nudes with poor posture would be played out and tiring. I like some of her craft and the animals, but my older self thinks she is overrated.

Feminism would have one believe that displaying the mortal body in immodest poses is sufficient in and of itself. What a scam the world had us to believe.

https://www.artnet.com/artists/kiki-smith/4

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63QFUkp_qLA

https://inews.co.uk/inews-lifestyle/regret-belittling-men-63-ended-up-alone-3569366

Σφιγξ said...

"I placed so much importance on finding a 'strong man' who could match me, that I forgot men are people with feelings. Indeed I forgot I had feelings and hid my softness. I now see that I longed to be loved but I was too scared to be vulnerable. I was using my sharp mind to protect my all-too-soft heart against yet further rejection.

Another thing I regret deeply is my tally of one-night stands when I was younger. I distinctly remember thinking it would be uncool to say no to the men I met at parties, or dated but I struggled to enjoy it. There was always a disconnect. This was abundantly clear the morning after. As I lay there waiting for a sign of affection, he would be singing the triumphant 'had her' song in the shower. A quick cheerio and he was gone."

Σφιγξ said...

Also, this the end of such a life.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFo79ktWy8c