My mom just kicked my dad out, again. But this time seems more real, more serious. There was no yelling, or arguing. He just left, with out a fight. Took his stuff, then left. He left, he’s
gone. My mom says i’ll see him around, but she’sdone. She says he’s a liar.I really thought everything was getting better. I guess i was
wrong.
Someone told me the friends you make online aren’t real: That’s a pile of wank.
The people I know on tumblr are more real than the people I know in person. There’s no hiding behind fake smiles and pretences on tumblr. People say what they’re thinking and feeling without fear of getting disapproving looks. People who are shy in person have the confidence to express themselves.
Online is more real than real life.
“The Gallery of Lost Art is an immersive, online exhibition that tells the stories of modern and contemporary artworks that have disappeared. Destroyed, stolen, discarded, rejected, erased, ephemeral—some of the most significant artworks of the last 100 years have been lost and can no longer be seen. “
The Curator Vanishes!
On March 27, 1954, Barton Kestle, first curator of modern art at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts, boarded a train for Washington, D.C., and was never seen again.
A shy specialist in the Soviet Avant-Garde, Dada, and Surrealism, Kestle had usually worked late into the night at the museum’s grand McKim, Mead, & White building, his office placed near the front entrance so he wouldn’t trip up alarms. This explains how staff came to accidentally seal and paint over his door during a rushed construction job some time in the ’50s.
Two year ago, employees found his door and stepped into Kestle’s world.
Curator Elizabeth Armstrong surveyed the vintage habitat of the forgotten Modernist scholar—his art and books; his high-tech-at-the-time Underwood Model 150 Typewriter, Polaroid Land Camera, and Graflex filmstrip projector; his clock radio and the other streamlined, mass-produced objects wearing their Deco heritage proudly; his ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. She saw not just a time capsule, but an opportunity.
And that’s how the Minneapolis Institute got its newest period room.
Or was it? Read more at ARTnews.com
Mark Dion, Curator’s Office, 2013, site-specific installation. Photo courtesy the Minneapolis Institute of Arts.
Technology and Mental Crisis: E-Mental Health at NHS South East and Cinema and Psychosis at The Barbican
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From the Buddy App presentation at E-Mental Health: Harnessing…
