The BADU Part Deux
–Artwork goes hard1966mag.com
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- Toph about to drop the sickest rap album
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- TYZULA MOTHERFUCKERS
sometimes I think about the ladies of atla and cry
ALL GRRRL ASSAULT
Kayla Phillips of Bleed the Pigs ( bleedthepigs )
“What is it about a black girl doing the same shit white men do that makes them feel like it is too much? How am I the only one being labelled as too aggressive in a genre that is all about aggression?”Did someone actually say she was too aggressive? Yo what the fuck.
In her words:
You’ll get what you deserve
Worthless piece of shitI wrote Supremacy about the white feminist who called me aggressive, so it’s more like “I’m not your fucking token/you’ll still bury me in chains.” Haha. The quote is from an essay I wrote, though, so here’s context for you: http://m.noisey.vice.com/blog/hardcore-ferguson-and-the-angry-black-woman-essay
So I just wanted to share a current series that I am working on. I hope you guys enjoy it.
Oh, How She Blooms! III
“The Black woman is the most unprotected,
unloved woman on earth…She is the
only flower on earth…that grows unwatered.”
— Kola BoofOh, How She
Blooms! III is rooted in my
interest in the quote by Kola Boof. The symbolism of dried floral, epoxy resin,
and portraits is a physical manifestation of my glorification of Black women. These
handmade sculptures are a visual representations of my desire to preserve and
protect Black women; to keep them blooming infinitely.Photographer: Symone Walker
tumblr: @ohhowsheblooms
IG: @symone.elena
: : submission : :
Oh my god I am in love with the fishboys’ family portrait
Abandoned Detroit House is Transformed with 36,000 Flowers
In November 2014, florist Lisa Waud bought this abandoned, crumbling duplex in Detroit Michigan. Winning the bid at $250, Waud had not even seen the home. Her vision was to transform the location into an art installation called Flower House.
To ornate the home, Waud invited florists Michigan, Ohio, New York and Canada to install different flower installations in every room.
drawing baphomet triplets having a birthday in honor of this being my 666th post.
last year Mary, Maria, and Marie were still small goat headed shadow blobs who only spoke in opera music and had trouble with shoelaces. look at them now! fingers and everything. sometimes too many, but they’re trying.
after cake time they’ll be led outside to three tiny tricycles crafted from the rib of a great beast that fell from the stars long ago in a time before time.
a fight will break out over who gets the one with rainbow streamers on the handles which their mother has to break up by painstakingly taking the streamers off of them all and making sure everyone had the same amount of every color. the holes in the handles emit a blinding white light and a low hum. she feels a headache coming on.
Mary also slips and cracks her horn on a table. she cries for 20 minutes until she’s offered a balloon animal. she suddenly doesn’t care about the wound, much to the delight of her mother, sisters, attending small children, and the 14 hooded figures in party hats milling around the backyard.
it’s a pretty good birthday.
