SuperHyuga Yoshi-chan!

yagazieemezi:

Ali Golzad - Invisible People

whos-afraid-of-postblack-art:

“…there was an exhibition at Artist’s Space called ‘Nigger Drawings,’ which was a show by a white male artist, abstraction, and it was in charcoal, and if you called Artist’s Space, they said, ‘Well charcoal is black and black means Nigger.’….When we picketed Artist’s Space about this..the attitude of some of the people at the museum-I would say the majority-was that we were censoring an artist. But at the time, women were censored out of the system, and people of color were censored out of the system, but that, to them, wasn’t censorship. Only if you question a white male and his work, then that was censorship.”
Howardena Pindell
Cross-Streets
1988
mixed media assemblage

whos-afraid-of-postblack-art:

“…there was an exhibition at Artist’s Space called ‘Nigger Drawings,’ which was a show by a white male artist, abstraction, and it was in charcoal, and if you called Artist’s Space, they said, ‘Well charcoal is black and black means Nigger.’….When we picketed Artist’s Space about this..the attitude of some of the people at the museum-I would say the majority-was that we were censoring an artist. But at the time, women were censored out of the system, and people of color were censored out of the system, but that, to them, wasn’t censorship. Only if you question a white male and his work, then that was censorship.”

Howardena Pindell

Cross-Streets

1988

mixed media assemblage

nuestrahermana:

Nuestra Hermana’s WOC Photography Series: Zanele Muholi


In 1972, Zanele Muholi was born in Umlazi Durban. After completing an Advanced Photography Course at the Market Photo Workshop in Newton, she held her first exhibition at the Johannesburg Art Gallery in 2004. She most recently earned her Masters of Fine Arts degree in Documentary Media from Ryerson University in Toronto, Canada in 2009.

She worked as a reporter and photographer for Behind The Mask an LGBTQI African magazine tackling queer community issues and visibility. In 2002, she began FEW (Forum For The Empowerment of Women), an organization providing a safe space for black queer women to discuss and organize.

Her photographic work is deeply rooted in both exposing the issues affecting the lives of African lesbians, African women and the black queer community. Her photographic art challenges the usual portrayal of black bodies. Her work has addressed and brought visibility to HIV/AIDS, assault and the violent crime of “curative rape” against black queers. 

Her work is intimate, honest, raw and emotionally charged.

She has held 6 solo exhibitions and has been part of several exhibits. One of her most well known being her first solo exhibit titled ‘Visual Sexuality: Only Half The Picture’. She has received 6 awards and contributions including the Tollman Award for Visual Arts and the Casa Africa award for Best Female Photographer.

You can learn more about her and her work by checking her website HERE.

Check out the archives here

(Please do not remove this article/bio attached to this photoset. This series is written specifically to promote & educate about POC photographers/QPOC/POC issues.)

freshmouthgoddess:

Artisanat Ayisyen

Jacmel, Ayiti

lori-jaye:

ebonyqueen122:

irukandjii:

viewtoakel:

cleapow:

girl-non-grata:

Husband animates joke about tortilla chips told by his drunk wife.

Pretty much the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

This is the cutest fucking thing I have ever seen in my whole ever.

I snorted.

omfg I am crying this is so cute

Lmao! I actually laughed so hard that I started to cry.

I don’t think you know me omg

archiemcphee:

A Hungarian artist who goes by the name Babukatorium spent three months creating this awesomely intricate piece of guerilla knitting aka yarnbombing. The colouful crocheted piece is composed of 247 round spiderwebs in 13 colours. It took the artist three days to affix her beautiful creation to this tree, which is located somewhere in Veszprém, Hungary.

Babukatorium was inspired to create the piece after watching a performance of Shakespeare’s play A Midsummer Night’s Dream:

She said: ‘I’m obsessed with spiderwebs and rainbows and so when I saw this tree after the performance I thought it would be perfect for yarnbombing.

‘I used a lot of yarn and attached it with rainbow ribbons. At the end I was exhausted and surprised because I didn’t think I would be able to complete it. I was also surprised because people love it, and come to visit the tree just to see the work.’

To view more work by Babukatorium, check out her Flickr page and Etsy shop. She’s also here on Tumblr.

[via Dark Roasted Blend and Dailymail.co.uk]

hollowpikeman:

roachpatrol:

Has anyone made a videogame where you’re a princess locked at the top of a tower and have to fight your way down to ground level? Because dang.

Like, think about it: you’re given this nice little room and no objectives at all and when you open the door the guard says ‘stay in there’ so you wait and nothing happens and you open the door again and try and walk out and the guard pushes you back in and says things like ‘you’re our prisoner’ and ‘where are you going, you’re stuck here’ and ‘are you trying to meet your prince? he won’t ever get up THIS high’ and ‘get back inside before I get mad’. But you can pick up a vase of flowers, and you can swing it around. And the thing is all the guards are expecting the hero to be battling his way up, and all this one wimpy little guard at the top is posted to your room for is to push you back into your room, so you can smash him over the head because he’s just not expecting it, and then steal his weapons. And after that you find that the guards are always bigger and stronger than you—and they get bigger and stronger every level down—but you can generally manage to get the first shot in because they’re waiting for the hero, and you’re the princess. And maybe there’s puzzles and stuff too, but you have to solve them backwards, working your way along from end to start, because they’re all set up for the hero. And when you get the bottom and you have the fight of your life because the guards are massed up waiting for the hero, tons of them with awesome weapons and armor and spells and you think it’s the boss battle, but when they’re all dead and the final ground-level door is free to open the credits don’t roll.  And you realize there must be one more fight outside the doors, too, before you’re free, so you equip the best armor and weapons and potions you can find and go outside and you fight this one huge lone badass man on a badass horse in the sunlight. Then he’s finally defeated, and lying in the grass, and his horse is yours, and the credits still aren’t rolling. And you look at his corpse and you see he’s got a locket on, and in that locket is a picture of your face. 

And then you realize that that was the hero. 

And then the credits roll. 

oh man I wish I was better with Flash because I would make this

chauvinistsushi:

thumbcramps:

hi guys! this is a comic i made for a final in my comics in literature class. we had to do a research paper on a topic we’d discussed in class and then accompany it with a comic with a relevant subject. my paper was about hyper-sexualization of women in comic books, but i decided to broaden it out here as well as personalize it and make myself the subject and discuss something i’ve been subjected to in the convention circuit and on the internet as well as thousands of other women, as well as give a cue to thought about how the comic book industry as well as the video game industry and even just media in general (all of which are male dominated) push such ridiculous pressures onto girls and women.

also, it feels kind of silly to have to add this since i hope it’s obvious, but i am very aware that there are men that don’t subscribe to this attitude, and am incredibly grateful that these issues are brought to light to people other than the ones that are subjected to it. 

anyway haha i have literally been staring at this for 9 hours i don’t even know which direction is up anymore. thanks for reading!!!

lemme just crawl over here and sob