Columbian artist Lola has a knack for painting over sordid polaroid photographs, leaving everything and nothing to the imagination all at once
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Amy Sillman
Henri Matisse,The Window. 1916. Oil on canvas. The Detroit Institute of Arts, Detroit, USA.
El Greco, The Adoration of the Name of Jesus
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The Agony in the Garden
The most horrible violence that can happen to a subject is usually not physical pain, but violence that destroys the subject’s identity, his or her self-perception. Psychoanalysis teaches us that this self-perception is structured like a fantasy. The notion of fantasy here is not meant as an illusion, but as a scenario that helps the subject to mask the lack, the so-called Lacanian real (which can also be understood as a trauma) that shatters the subject’s very being. The most horrible violence occurs when the subject is touched in his or her inner being, in such a way that the story s/he was telling him or herself no longer makes sense. When the subject’s fantasy has thus been destroyed, he or she may feel like a mere pile of bones, covered by flesh and skin. The subject has lost a sense of identity and desperately tries to fashion a new story about him or herself that would also give meaning to the traumatic event.
—Renata Salecl, Cut-and-Dried Bodies, or How to Avoid the Pervert Trap (on Holzer’s Lustmord)
(via carlyayres) Selected letterpress works by Karel Martens.
Stan Brakhage, The Dante Quartet, 1987
Frank Wilcox (Ohio) “The Bee Tree”, oil on canvas, 1930.
This painting is fucked up, in my opinion.
Chaïm Soutine
Chaim Soutine
