Make your shortfalls a feature. Make art that only you can make. Make art that you cannot replicate.
Make sure you don't unravel without a plan. But don't let lack or adversity stop your art.
i love fiber arts/textiles people.
Can you imagine? The last quarter of the 1400s BCE! We are lucky to have cloth from the 1400s CE. This fabric is 3500 years old!
It doesn’t look that exciting, but this linen is from the New Kingdom (ca. 1492–1473 B.C.)
Thinking about it for too long makes me feel absolutely insane.
Creative way of saving camels from getting run over
Okay, yes. They are emerging in the same year, but their range doesn't substantially overlap.
These are amazing. And I need to make them into something subversive and amazing.
Ruthless Rhymes for Martial Militants. These conservative cartoons from ~1913 depicting angry suffragettes as brutal anarchafeminists were somehow actually supposed to make the subjects look bad, instead of amazingly badass.
Every morning after my partner leaves I steal his pillow.
I remember adults telling me that I should be true to myself and that I could be anything that I wanted. Now, they rage about gender and act disgusted when someone wants to have outsides match their insides.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.
then they started fighting Covid precautions.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.
now my parents think climate change is a myth.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.
then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.
now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.
you can guess who they voted for.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.
when did they forget?
Because this is a great, approachable listing of what is wrong with almost all of the books on "minoan" culture.
Or the Kaptaritum (Akkadian), Kaptara (Ammorites), Kptr (Ugarit), kft/keftiu (Egyptian), Kabturi (neo Assyrian, and I'm cheating because that's what they called the island not the people), or Kapte (Mycenean, and again, the island) people. Or whatever you want to call them. It is awfully easy to make a culture out to be whatever you want it to be when they can't speak for themselves.
(reposted, with edits, from Twitter)
(part one, part two on Tumblr)
So, in Part One of this I talked about the Boston Goddess and how she’s probably a forgery, and in Part Two I talked about Arthur Evans and how much of a prat he was.
Now onto how we got a “Minoan” civilization.
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Yes. Absolutely terrified, woke up crying and covered in sweat. Because I dreamed that I couldn't find some piece of clothing.
you ever have “cry and scream yourself awake” level nightmares that are immediately the stupidest premises imaginable the moment you actually wake up
Thr sumarians got fancy with theirs and added cut neck holes and a metric fuck ton of fringe.
Costume. Chitons.
This is how new hobbies get started.
Read a post think, "I think I've got everything but the respirator for this."
I'm not entirely happy with it yet; might take another hour or so with extra fine sandpaper. But I made myself a historical bone needle and have two more rough ones roughed out and drilled. Threaded it with linen thread just to do a couple stitches on linen and see how it works.
an aging bellydancer (mid 40s) who lives up the side of the mountain and spends more time dancing in my garden than onstage.
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