Hocus Pocus (1993) dir. Kenny Ortega
Keith Haring in 1989: “Unfinished Painting”. Haring died few months after and this is his last painting. This is supposed to be a self-portrait. Haring knew he wouldn’t have enough time to finish it. This is one of the saddest but certainly the most powerful thing I’ve ever seen.
to clarify: this is a finished self portrait. haring did know that he would be unable to continue to work; this “unfinished” painting refers to that self-consciously as a visualization of how the aids crisis and government neglect robbed him of his life and future career.
i feel like this distinction is important? there are many artists who died due to hiv/aids and left unfinished work, but haring made this specifically to comment on his impending death. i feel like stating that it’s actually unfinished takes away some of his agency as an artist/activist/pwa and the political power of the work.
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Sky addiction
Kirskaanniemi by Olli Tasso
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When the whole party is down but your bard is up
NASA has released new images of Jupiter, taken by the Juno Spacecraft.
First time being a dad blep
details of glinda’s bubble dress
spring in the forest
case of death: Kelli O’Hara at the beginning of this video
Lucky bird
“I have always been fascinated by other people. I’ll walk down the road and look at people, and think: I wonder what it’s like to be them. We are all given a very different set of opportunities and circumstances, and within those constraints we are trying to carve out our lives in the best way we can.”
- Pearl Mackie photographed by Jake Walters for Fabric Magazine (February 2018)
“It’s not nice being inside my head. It’s a nice place to visit but I don’t want to live in here. It’s too crowded; too many traps and pitfalls. I’m tired of it. The same old person, day in and day out. I’d like to try something else. I tried to neaten my mind, file everything away into tidy little thoughts, but it only got more and more cluttered. My mind has a mind of its own. I try to define my limits by seeing just how far I can go, and I find that I passed them weeks ago. And I’ve got to find my way back.”