Cactus man of MEXICO greets you!
(hella proud he turned out well!)
You know what? No. No, I do not think that girl is as beautiful as the woman on the right. And before you social justice bloggers come stampeding into my askbox, wondering how I could be such a heartless, bitch- hear me out.
The girl on the left isn’t beautiful. The girl on the left does not have flawless skin, or blonde hair, or baby-blue eyes or a pair of double-d’s. What she is, however, is sick. And telling her that she’s beautiful as an attempt to comfort her? Is just plain cruel.
You’re telling her that she’s only redeemable when she’s beautiful. You don’t give a damn about her illness, no. You just want to sleep at night, thinking what a great person you are for lying to a little girl. Do you think that girl believes she is truly, in the eyes of society, beautiful? She doesn’t. And I dare someone to look me in the eyes and say she’s wrong. We all know she’s not beautiful, but we tell her otherwise, tell ourselves otherwise because we feel guilty and we think that, by “saving” this poor, ill child with false claims of beauty, we are better people because of it.
That girl is beautiful because she is fighting. She’s beautiful because she isn’t beautiful, not in all the physical ways we obsess over. She’s beautiful because of her personality- and that is why her’s is a life worth living.
Not because some stranger on the internet lied, and told her she’s “beautiful”.
oh my god thank you
reblogging for the above comment
I can understand this person’s anger. At art college, I lost count of the number of images I saw of tits, vaginas, dicks spraying cum… the level of metaphorical and literal wank that goes on in art gives me the shits. Don’t stand there and tell me your work represents anything other than a cheap lazy-ass attempt to shock. I’d be far more shocked if you exhibited some talent.
For my art final in High school- we had to write a deep and meaningful blurb to be displayed next to our submission. I made this weird series of paper cut outs- they looked very Giger-y. In my blurb I basically said “There is no meaning behind this. No painful backstory about where I am from and who I am. I don’t need stupid story. I did it just ‘coz.”
I think I wrote it quite crudely though, and my teachers didn’t like it. I got a lot of high fives on the gallery night though.
Funnily enough I got like.. an 82% or something, which imo is a pretty good mark considering I didn’t make a very good submission and a bull shitted everything in the written exam.
Oh boy I remember doing HSC Visual Arts too. :V
I wish I could say that I did something as clever as Stick but anyone who has been to my place has probably seen those terrible, terrible scrawlings that a proud parent has hung up on the wall.
I do remember one girl from that year who was so fed up with the bullshittery she just did what she wanted and what she did were some really sweet oil-on-canvas portraits of cows. It was titled ‘cows’ and the description read ‘I like drawing cows’ - she received a really low mark but tbh, it was probably one of the best things that came out of that year.
Art Express (idk if anyone ever sees those) is both hilarious and mind-numbingly frustrating because it’s full to the brim of the sort of wankery Proto describes. There’s some unbelievable talent, ngl - but the descriptions! Oh man the descriptions…..
Sometimes I see people praising women who paint with their menstrual blood for being brave and I just want to shit right into their mouths.
Cat, that sounds like a performance art piece.
I’mma get dat grant.
tumblr’s all fun and games and then you realize it’s four a.m. and you have three tests tomorrow and you’ve accomplished nothing and your whole life is a lie
YOU SIR ARE A BAD PERSON
WHAT THE OH MY GOD
HOW DARE YOU SIR
HOW DO YOU THINK THAT LITTLE GIRL FELT
SHE PROBABLY STARTED CRYING
i’m still in disbelief oh my god rude
YOU’LL ROT IN HELL
I am legitimately staring at the second gif.
I am in such a state of disbelief that that happened.
Poor little girl.
I hope a cast member saw that, and forced him to buy the girl a new balloon.
Poor baby. I’d go buy her a new balloon if I saw that happen, and I don’t believe in balloons.
Last year I posted these pictures from backstage at WDW Costuming individually, but thought it would be good to have them all in one post. Enjoy!