Thursday, September 13, 2018

Great press for Jerr

Cool that 47 artists support the blog thanks for the repost! 
the witch hunt rages on here and I'm hoping this could be the beginning of the anti-art, pro-gentrification (despite claims to the exact opposite) in the politically righteous politburo pogrom that became intolerable with the last presidential campaign and got fully out of hand purely hysterical when trump won it. The level of conversation has stooped so, so low. Artforum, a magazine that was boring and out of touch but at least in touch with a generation that had once been in touch.. (john waters, bruce hainley, occasional others maybe?) is now an official organ of social eugenists who want (this is a direct quote from David Velasco's first editorial when he took over Michelle and it's something that would have been sure to amuse mike kelley) "free clinics to treat technobaroque masculinity", where men like Trump and Knight Landesman (one and the same, of course) could go and get "reprogrammed". Dr. Mengele looms large, but as Richard Spencer would say about identity politics, "this time, done right". Who holds power, how do they use it, who is abusing who, who is represented how and in what quantity and who profits from who's body and most importantly, who grieves more and what does this say about their identity. Well, Adrian Piper is 6.5% black, is anyone protesting the fact that her solo retrospective at MoMA is 93.5% white? Not Isabelle Graw, who is busy mourning the demise of the culturally vibrant art scene of midtown manhattan, where she worries "young artists" won't be able to afford studios any longer because Trump green-lighted all those high rises when he took office in 2016. Trump is also responsible for the ambulances who make so much noise on Torstrasse in Mitte in Berlin, ruining what was once a peaceful, non-bourgeois neighborhood to live in. If anyone ever had any doubt that Isabelle Graw's "marxism" was anything but a meaningless badge by which to telegraph solidarity for working classes or "young artists" she has nothing to do with and generally nothing but contempt for, this is a great read:
Reading it provides an exclusive insight in the abyssal delusion of an intellectually derelict, terminally authoritarian, Adornian pearl-clutching Tussi who's slid so far to the right (not unlike uhm, Margaret Lee and uhm, Wolfgang Tillmans), that she accuses her own friends of being "neoliberal artist celebrities"  But more than anything, especially the part when she compares herself to Hannah Arendt, reading "letter to a friend in new york" provides the sensation of drowning in a river of shit.

So, to complete the first sentence of this email about the 47 canal program, they seem to be freaking out. For a second they put out a statement on their website claiming that they never moved to cancel the boyd rice show and that there are "false narratives" circulating about their artists' involvement in this. It turns out that both are lies, easily debunked by looking at the emails posted on instagram by Darja, the other artist in the show. Maybe they realized that and deleted it to avoid further embarrassment.
Now, in the name of fighting white supremacy, they're working policing every single instagram "like" anyone related to the gallery (and beyond, I'm sure) does, screenshots are passed around. Megan Marrin, who shows at David Lewis gallery, heard from her gallerist that a collector was no longer interested in a purchase and asking why he supports artists that like Boyd Rice posts, this post, which Margaret Lee claims is a threat to her person:

I don't know nazi history that well and I'm not sure if this is"night of the long knives" for them or the famous meme'd scene in Der Untergang when Hitler freaks out in the bunker for 5 full minutes. hopefully that happens this week!

this is a fun Boyd Rice record, actually the only one I know.. It's with the girl from Strawberry Switchblade who was also involved with Current 93 at some point. All love songs. The production is really cool.

47 canal statement deleted from their website

Interesting that this statement gets deleted very soon after it was originally posted. The lies it contains are all debunkable by reading the Dole emails posted by Darja on instagram.

Lie 1: "overemphasizes the role of the Dole"

the pressure to cancel the exhibition started on the Dole. Margaret Lee then contacted Mitchell Algus (which she denies), who called and put pressure on Amy Greenspon to cancel the show. Margaret, Anicka Yi, contacted collectors who emphasized to Amy that she would face extreme backlash and should really cancel the show, regardless of the fact that she knows Boyd Rice isn't a nazi, that Darja isn't a nazi, and that Mitchell Algus is 100% lying about not knowing anything about Boyd Rice, since he repeatedly showed him until as recently as 2016 and never had a problem with him until Margaret Lee threaten to cut ties with him if didn't lie about the whole thing.

Lie 2: "this conversation was speculative with no explicit objective"

Lie 3: "neither I nor my partner Margaret Lee nor any of our artists reached out to Amy Greenspon or expressed any personal opinions to her prior to the cancelling of the show"

Oliver reached out, Margaret reached out with the explicit message "if you don't cancel, I will assume you are pro-rape, violence against women, white supremacy". Anicka Yi reached out to collectors who then reached out to Amy.

Lie 4: "I ask myself these questions daily in order to learn how to better serve my community"



Friday, May 4, 2018

STOP THE HATE!!! Margaret Lee explained: 3 REASONS WHY IF MARGARET LEE IS NOT YOUR HERO, GO KILL YOURSELF, number 3 will shock you -- 3 RAZONES PORQUE Si Margaret Lee no es tu heroe, MATATE PUTA/BITCH

1- Some people think of Margaret Lee as a gallerist selling art in a rapidly gentrifying neighborhood. This is FALSE. In case you haven't noticed, Margaret Lee is NOT Laura Owens or Wendy Yao. Some people will say this is "racist" but let's get right down to it and be honest, people like Laura Owens and Wendy Yao, who are 100% ethnically white of european descent and whose ancestors played a central role in the native american genocide and raping of indigenous populations, just don't have the genes required to naturally defend the working people of color in a given neighborhood.

{img description: a working class activist of color wearing a tshirt of a political candidate who champions the working classes of chinatown at one of 47 canal gallery's two spaces, a gallery that has nothing to do with the gentrification of chinatown with a working class bag in the background indigenous to the neighborhood}

 {img description: a working class bag indigenous to the neighborhood of chinatown and filled with anti-capitalist pamphlets}

To express her support for the working classes of Boyle Heights rightfully vandalizing white galleries in Los Angeles, Margaret Lee collaborated with Barney's to destroy capitalism by creating window displays that showcase her extremely political art. In this art, politics meets little shits made of plaster, simulations, the way capitalism is a simulation that must be destroyed, but Margaret Lee's art must not be destroyed. As a nod to Manual Labor, Margaret Lee used her hands and got them dirty.

By putting art in windows, one like, does not necessarily put "art" "art" like the kind of art that is sold on a market. This cactus, for example, expresses the true 14% xicano heritage of the artist by refering to the desert, a mainsay in her country of origin, Mexico.

As a gallery, 47 canal uses no money and does not engage with any form of capital that comes from profit made on the real estate market.  This would seem to pose a conflict with a collab w barneys because so far, this here seems like just some bullshit luxury art collab and the powerful class struggle isn't immediately apparent. That's a typical mistake when examining the work of Margaret Lee, an artist whose work is so subtle you have to wait until the last screenshot until the mark of the intellect is revealed. 

Very, very, good and nice...

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Tuesday, May 1, 2018

This is what it’s really like having fat sex

Step 1: Be flexible

When a sex scene appears on TV, it's expected that both parties are conventionally, socially acceptable fit people. Any first-time sex experience is always awkward if you don't know the person all too well, but when you and your boyfriend are heavysets, sex comes with a whole new set of rules.
When I was younger, my very first boyfriend was tall, dark and plus-size. The first time I went over to his house, making out with him was embarrassing because he tried propping me up on his leg and I fell. Ouch. These are just some of the issues that present themselves when having fat sex.

You have to get over your body insecurities immediately

Since me and my boyfriend at the time were both big people, neither of us wanted to be the first one to shed a lick of clothing. We simultaneously took off our shoes and socks, but getting undressed in front of each other was super intimidating. Regardless of us both being plus-size, we worried about what the other would think.
When society splashes pictures of beautiful straight-size men and women on cereal boxes, movies, magazine covers and literally everywhere else, we look for that image in all our relationships. Despite having been a plus-size girl and him a plus-size guy, we aspired to be whatever is popular—and fat people haven't been for years.
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Break the bed, hunty! Don't be scuuurred

Yeah it's your bed, but sex is only really good when it's spontaneous, wild and carefree. If you're seriously into the partner you're throwing down with, then it'll be worth it after you orgasm and your headboard is still intact.
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Sex for anyone is cringeworthy when you think you're being too loud, well imagine two hams slapping one another. That's what plus-size sex can sound like when your partner is daggering inside you and it can be hella awks for us big girls. But you're both there to do one thing and that's to get it all the way in (hehe).
You can't allow the audible skin on skin contact to bother you when all they want you to do is throw that ass back. Just own your fat love-making sounds because the louder the sex, the closer you are to climaxing.

Some days, all you can do is doggy

When your man has his own set of hips, spreading your legs for him in missionary can be a bitch. There's a lot of moving around and repositioning because it gets to be too much on the muscles when you're in one tight position for too long.
The slappy sound always creeps you out because more meat means more beat. After the two of you have been going at it for a while, though, the sound of two steaks smacking each other is drowned out by the heavy breathing from getting it in with each other.

You both feel a little awkward lifting each others fat to get to the 'core'

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My ass is fat, so even in doggy style, guys find themselves having to give my butt a lift for better access to get to the good stuff. While I, personally enjoy this dangerous sex position, the minute the cheeks are spread, I feel like the other guy is drowning in butt cheeks. Then again, maybe he just needs a long dong to meet me in the middle. Compromise is key, my friends.

Eventually, you learn to love it

Once you've been getting to know your thicc significant other for a while, you eliminate the fact that you're not society's golden guy or golden girl. Having fat sex opens your eyes to how insecure everyone is about their bodies and that there's really not one fuck to give about looks. At the end of the day, you only want someone you can make you laugh and make you cum. Size is just a number on a clothing ticket.

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