Wow. The 10 year challenge surfaced a lot of bitchiness! Main culprits being woman bitching on woman (what’s new?) ☠️
In so many ways we have really leaped forward, especially with the rise of awareness the #metoo movement brought. But we still take a few steps back when we bitch on each other. Sure, some peoples photos are heavily airbrushed, sure technology has improved the look of a photo, sure filters literally filter out the spots and wrinkles we all like to hide. And SO WHAT? What about it? How’s it different to a photo taken at any other time? The real difference about a photo taken today, compared to 10+ years ago is that we wouldn’t publish a photo that didn’t look good, and today we can tweak that photo. That’s the only diff. Stop bullshitting each other by saying looks don’t matter, cos no mofo I know likes having a bad photo published of themselves. As for the state of our planet, our Mother Earth, yes that fucking matters more! And yes those memes fucking rock and keep shit really fucking real. So if we’re gonna bitch about something, FFS bitch about that. That’s worth bitching about, that’s worth getting fired up and angry about, that’s worth our breath! Support each other, support our planet 🌏
And this all came to me when I was being pretty god damn bitchy myself. See yourself and see your shit! Only then are great changes made! Peace ✌🏽 PS: This pic is completely and utterly not filtered, airbrushed or photoshopped. And who the fuck cares? 🤷🏻♀️
I’m still in awe that I got to stand in front of this artwork today. This image has always been deeply meaningful to me, as a writer. I feel like it demonstrates the relationship I have with the characters I create, and the cyclical nature of my creative process. I have often said that I’m never quite sure if I am writing my characters or if they are writing themselves, and I’ve always felt this image really captures that feeling.
I actually hadn’t expected to see it this work today. Often when exhibitions come as far as Melbourne we’re lucky to get a few key pieces and that is usually enough. This image was the last one displayed in the exhibition and I was so surprised and so moved it nearly brought me to tears. It probably would have had the exhibition not been so crowded! I’m so grateful I got the chance to get up close.
Thank you NGV for bringing Escher to Melbourne!