We had a great time last Thursday at the opening reception for “Nancy Burson: Composites.” Thanks to everyone who came to see the work and made the opening a big success!
If you missed the reception, you can still see Composites through March 29th, 2014 at ClampArt.
(Have any pictures from the reception? Tag them with #ClampArt! We would love to see them!)
What distinguishes a selfie from an artist’s self-portrait? Look through a selection of photographs: http://nyr.kr/1hzvpEZ
Above: Jun Ahn, “Self-Portrait” (2008)/Courtesy Christophe Guye Galerie, Zürich
I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.
I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.
Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.
When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.
And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.
I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.
I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do."
Let’s all imagine a world where people actually help one another first and lecture later or never.
January 9 - February 15, 2014 Reception: Saturday, January 11, 2014 6.00 to 8.00 pmClampArt is very pleased to announce the gallery’s third exhibition of photographs by artist Mark Morrisroe (1959-1989).
In the early years of space flight, both Russians and Americans used pencils in space. Unfortunately, pencil lead is made of graphite, a highly conductive material. Snapped graphite leads and particles in zero gravity are hugely problematic, as they will get sucked into the air ventilation or electronic equipment, easily causing shorts or fires in the pure oxygen environment of a capsule.
After the fire in Apollo 1 which killed all the astronauts on board, NASA required a writing instrument that wasn’t a fire hazard. Fisher spent over a million dollars (of his own money) creating a pressurized ball point pen, which NASA bought at $2.95 each. The Russian space program also switched over from pencils shortly after.
40 years later snide morons on the internet still snigger about it, because snide morons on the internet never know what they are talking about.
Steve McQueen suffering fools at TIFF 2013 (x)
I tried watching this earlier and had to shut it off pretty quickly. The moderator had clearly prepped nothing but softballs and Steve McQueen was having none of it. Then a few minutes in, as soon as the cast saw McQueen wasn’t putting up with it, they stopped putting up with it too. So difficult to watch. They just straight up murdered her. Her first question was something like “Is it possible to have a conversation about race in America?” and he said something like “I just wanted to make a movie about slavery, it isn’t all about race and I hope you aren’t just going to talk about race. I don’t even know what you mean by a conversation.” and it was all downhill from there.
I would really love to hear him speak in an environment that was more his speed than Inside the Actor’s Studio. I felt very bad for the moderator here. I’m sure she would have done fine on almost any other panel.
i’m not a gamer, but this is some important shit
I once got into an argument with a guy on wow, because he thought I was a guy pretending to be a girl. >.>