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whose migrant mother was this? the story of the native american woman who became the face of the 1930s depression (and got almost nothing for it)

bauhaus design is everywhere, but its roots are political how even a simple choice between what font to use can be a political act

edvard munch: what a cigarette means munch + tobacco = art? (yes we’re still on the topic of art as a political weapon)

art that was never finished how great masters sometimes even didn’t finish stuff. also! the history behind the colour aquamarine

fka twigs on mary magdalene (if you like asmr you’re gonna love this)

having a coke with frank ohara (technically not art history but this video is too good for me not to mention)

video postcard: woman at her toilette a quick dive into my favourite painting of woman impressionist berthe morrisot

this documentary about georgia o´keeffe (that ive seen about 10 times)

Thanos gripping my dashboard:

I sleepwalk. I mean, I haven’t done it in years but, um, a couple years ago I woke up and I was standing next to Peter and Charlie’s bed when they shared a room… and they were completely covered in paint thinner. And so was I, from head to toe. And I was standing there with a box of matches and an empty can of paint thinner. And I woke myself up striking the match which also woke Peter up and he started to scream. And I immediately put the match out, like immediately. I mean I was just as shocked as he was! And it was impossible to convince them that it was just sleepwalking. Which of course it was. But the timing was awful, Peter and I had gotten into this stupid quarreling phase just forever arguing about nothing, such… frivolous stuff. And Peter always held it against me. And there’s nothing I can say or nothing I can do, because it happened. While I was asleep.

I just don’t want to put anymore stress on my family…

I never wanted to be your mother.