Posts by Miss Rosen

Alexander Missen: Q&A

Posted on November 7, 2017

Photo © Alexander Missen

Photo © Alexander Missen

The United States is built on myth, dating back to the earliest days of the republic, when Thomas Jefferson wrote, “All men are created equal,” without any self-awareness. A slaveholder claiming equality — what kind of world could spawn such profoundly pathological cognitive dissonance?

It is “self-evident” as Jefferson would say: one that considered itself “enlightened” enough to use reason and logic to uphold irrational beliefs; to craft holidays like “Thanksgiving” that celebrated the wholesale slaughter of Native Americans and whitewash history; to name cities, towns, and counties after Christopher Columbus, the architect of the Transatlantic Slave Trade — to do all these things and play innocent.

The myth of “America” has appealed for hundreds of years. “Give me your tired, your poor, / Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, / The wretched refuse of your teeming shore” wrote poet Emma Lazarus, whose words were placed on the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty in 1903. “Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me.”

Maybe they’ll make the cut, maybe not. Maybe boats filled with fleeing Jewish refugees will be turned around and set back to Nazi Germany; maybe their rafts filled with Haitian boat people fleeing Jean-Claude “Baby Doc” Duvalier were deported upon arrival throughout the 1980s. How sonnets written in their name have school children memorized?

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Photo © Alexander Missen

Categories: Art, Exhibitions, Feature Shoot

Christopher Makos: Obey Your Instinct

Posted on November 7, 2017

Photo: Man Ray. Copyright Christopher Makos

In the 1976, Christopher Makos travelled to Fregene, Italy, where he briefly apprenticed for Man Ray. The legendary artist, who took Surrealism and Dada to new heights, was in his later years, yet the octogenarian remained very crisp, lucid, and creative. He imparted upon Makos a key piece of advice, “Obey your instinct,” which the young photographer fully embraced in both art and life.

Knowing that your gut reaction speaks the truth long before your mind has time to process the information, Makos brought this edict to every aspects of his work, from editing photographs to authoring 21 books. Among the tools of his trade was the Polaroid SX-70, the classic instamatic camera that revolutionised the photography world. With just one press of the button, you could take the shot and a print would emerge. It was the perfect embodiment of Man Ray’s faith in the intuitive process for creating art.

Last month, on the 80th anniversary of the Polaroid brand, the company launches Polaroid Originals and debuts with the OneStep 2 camera, along with colour, black-and-white, and special edition film, recapturing the magic of analogue photography in its most immediate form.

In the four decades since May Ray’s death, his words continue to guide Makos in the creation of art. As a member of the Factory from 1976 through 1986, Makos honed his skills alongside some of the greatest talents of the era, capturing them in photographs made for both work and play. He shares his wisdom and insights garnered from a life spent honing his instinct and following his intuition.

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Photo: Randall. Copyright Christopher Makos

Categories: 1970s, Art, Dazed, Photography

Gail Thacker: Between the Sun & the Moon

Posted on November 3, 2017

Photo: Self portrait 1995. Photography Gail Thacker.

In the late 1970s, Gail Thacker studied painting at Boston School of the Museum of Fine Arts, alongside Mark Morrisroe, Pat Hearn, George Condo, Jack Pierson, and Tabboo! The golden haze of the hippie movement had faded away and in its place punk became the call of the day. The DIY ethos enabled artists to create life and work on their own terms, forgoing the established trends in search of freedom and truth.

After graduating in 1981, Thacker headed south, living in the suburbs so that she could easily commute into New York. Though the art world was experiencing a vital renaissance as the downtown scene brought fresh life to the art world, the dark specter of Aids devastated a new generation of youth coming of age.

Morrisroe’s illness became a turning point in her life. When he became gravely ill, he gave Thacker a box with hundreds of sheets of Polaroid 665 film and asked her to use it. She incorporated the Polaroids into her practice, using them as a means to record the world in which she lived – but her photograph was not meant to merely document the world as it was. It became a means to reveal the alchemical properties of life itself.

Through the great fortune of a mistake, Thacker discovered that the negatives could be manipulated through the unintended but inevitable experience of decay. She adapted her process to explore the balance between creation (life) and destruction (death) in art, transforming her work into a metaphor for existence itself: the risk and reward cycle of possibility – loss or win.

Using herself and friends as subjects, Thacker has created works that evoke the unconventional spirit of Old New York – where life itself could become a work of art. Each work Thacker creates is a singular moment that embodies the ephemeral and the eternal in equal part. The photograph, as object, is as fragile and resilient as life itself: marked, torn, taped, collaged, and altered by the passage of time.

Thacker’s work has been gathered for Between the Sun & the Moon, opening today at Daniel Cooney Fine Art, New York, and running through December 22. A book of the same name will be published by QCC Art Gallery Press. Thacker speaks with us about how to navigate the porous boundaries between life and art.

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Photo: Sarah & Katrina 2007. Photography Gail Thacker

Categories: 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, Art, Dazed, Exhibitions, Photography

Brian “B+” Cross: Ghostnotes – Music of the Unplayed

Posted on November 2, 2017

Jay Electronica, Pyramids of Giza, Cairo, Egypt. August 2011 / Nas, Los Angeles, California, US. November 2010. Photography Brian “B+” Cross

From left to right, Beni B, Chief Xcel, and Lyrics Born at Records, downtown Sacramento, California, US. May 1995. This is the cover of “Endtroducing” by DJ Shadow. Photography Brian “B+” Cross.

French Quarter, New Orleans, Louisiana, US. August 1998 / Grand Wizard Theodore, Manhattan, New York, US. February 1996. Theodore is the first person to ever scratch a record. His hands started a revolution in music. Photography Brian “B+” Cross.

Life moves in circles, though we may not notice until the revolution is complete. In 1996, DJ Shadow released Endtroducing…, his debut studio album on Mo’ Wax Recordings, with curious photo on the cover. It showed two guys inside a record store: one in profile, the other’s face blurred – neither were DJ Shadow.

It was a scene from everyday life, the very thing you’d recognize as a fellow hip hop head. It stood out for it unpretentiousness, it’s lack of glamour and glitz. Just as hip hop was going pop, Endtroducing… was taking it back to the earliest days of the art form when the DJ was king and crate digging was everything.

Five years later, an editor at C Photography in Spain reached out to Brian “B+” Cross, the photographer who created this seminal image. They wanted to feature it in their annual. Cross agreed – then sent along more images turning their request into a 15-page spread. When it was published, David Hamrick put a Post-It note on the page. Then, in 2015, when he was the director of the University of Texas Press, he reached out to Cross to see if he had more work, thinking it could make an excellent book.

The inevitable does not need a plan; it simply arrives. Cross had been working on Ghostnotes, a collection of photographs made throughout his career, for nearly two decades. The book was conceived as a mixtape, a visual corollary to the sounds of the African diaspora that flow through hip hop, uniting generations of people from all walks of life in the rhythms of the drums, the heartbeat of the art form.

Weaving together threads the combine documentary and portrait photography, Cross guides us through a musical landscape, crafting a composition as brilliantly conceived as a work by Miles Davis. Conceptualized with “A” and “B” sides, Ghostnotes takes us on a journey around the world, brilliantly synthesizing hip hop, Jamaican dub, Brazilian samba, Ethiopian jazz, Cuban timba, and Colombian cumbia. The book features portraits of everyone from The Notorious B.I.G., Eazy-E, and Kendrick Lamar to George Clinton, Brian Wilson, and the Watts Prophets, among so many more. Cross speaks with us about his journey bringing Ghostnotes to life.

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The Notorious B.I.G., Beverly Hills, California, US. April 1995. Biggie was murdered outside this building three weeks later, and there is still no plaque or monument to commemorate his death. Photography Brian “B+” Cross

Forest Lawn, Glendale, California, US. February 14th, 2006. J Dilla’s funeral. Photography Brian “B+” Cross.

Categories: 1990s, Africa, Art, Books, Bronx, Dazed, Exhibitions, Music, Photography

Sean Maung: The Vaqueros of Santa Monica Boulevard

Posted on November 2, 2017

Photo: Copyright Sean Maung

Photo: Copyright Sean Maung

Santa Monica Boulevard is one of Los Angeles’ most fabled thoroughfares, running West from Silver Lake, through Hollywood and Beverly Hills all the way to Ocean Avenue, just off the Pacific.

“There are different areas on Santa Monica that have different flavours,” photographer Sean Maung, an LA native, explains. “When you say ‘Santa Monica Boulevard,’ most people think of West Hollywood, which has a very strong gay and lesbian scene. But I’ve always been really attracted to Santa Monica Boulevard in East Hollywood.”

The random mix of people from local Russian, Thai, and Latino communities appealed to Maung, who has been documenting the street culture of his hometown for over a decade. While photographing transgender prostitutes working the street late at night, Maung saw the words “Club Tempo” on an orange sign in front of a mall and thought to himself, “What’s Club Tempo?And why is it in the back of a strip mall in East Hollywood?’”

He would soon find out.

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Photo: Copyright Sean Maung

Photo: Copyright Sean Maung

Categories: Art, Huck, Photography

Laurence Rasti: There Are No Homosexuals in Iran

Posted on October 31, 2017

Photo: From There Are No Homosexuals In Iran. Photography Laurence Rasti

In February 1979, the Persian Empire came to an end. After 2,500 years of a continuous monarchy, Iran became an Islamic Republic governed by Sharia Law – making homosexuality a crime subject to the imprisonment, corporal punishment, and execution.

At its core the issue is intercourse. Any activity outside heterosexual marriage is viewed as a violation of religious law. Interestingly, transgender people are considered heterosexual and will not be persecuted if they complete gender confirmation surgery, which may be partially funded by the state. As a result, Iran ranks as second in the world, following Thailand, for gender realignment surgeries. Many gay men have been pressured by their families to become transgender – or are forced to flee the country in order to save themselves.

Many come to Denizli, an industrial city in southwest Turkey that acts as a transit zone, allowing Iranian refugees to live in a state of purgatory while they wait patiently for a visa to live in yet another country. Since the U.S. travel ban was implemented and Canada stopped accepting Iranian refugees, their circumstances are becoming increasingly dire and difficult. While homosexuality is legal in Turkey, homophobia remains an issue that all LGBTQI people must face. Although free from the Kafkaesque struggles of their native land, the Iranians must remain anonymous in order to protect themselves

It is here in Denizli that Swiss-born Iranian photographer Laurence Rasti began her work. While pursuing her BA in photography from Ecole cantonale d’art de Lausanne, Rasti began focusing on issues of gender and identity. As a first-generation Swiss woman, she began using photography to examine the cultural codes of both the East and the West. Between 2014 and 2016, Rasti made ten trips to the city to photograph men and women driven to hide in plain sight. By befriending the people and earning their trust, Rasti created a series of intimate portraits that were singled out for distinction to the Magnum Photography Awards 2016 by juror Amy Pereira, Director of Photography at MSNBC.

On November 4, Rasti will publish her first book There Are No Homosexuals in Iran (Edition Patrick Frey). The title was inspired by the words of former Iranian president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad at a speech given at Columbia University on September 24, 2007. “In Iran, we do not have homosexuals like in your country,” the then President proudly declared, failing to shed light on the circumstances that enabled him to make this claim.

Rasti shares her experiences making this work, offering insights on how to photograph invisible people with compassion, dignity, and respect.

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Photo: From There Are No Homosexuals In Iran. Photography Laurence Rasti

Photo: From There Are No Homosexuals In Iran. Photography Laurence Rasti

Categories: Art, Books, Dazed, Photography

James Rieck: Rapture

Posted on October 28, 2017

James Rieck. One: Number 31, 2017. Oil on canvas, 24 x 72 in / 61 x 183 cm.

A disembodied voice floats through the room, a soft falsetto that sweetly croons, Step into a world / where there’s no one left / but the very best / No MC can test.

And then the beat drops. One, two. One, two. You snap out of the reverie, back to the here and now, as your heart throbs, your blood flows, the bass pounds. You’re flush, radiating heat, feeling alive, overcome by the moment. Rapture.

It is everywhere you want to be, this sensuous feeling of release. Of being and becoming, of presence so compete it feels like a disembodied experience. It is that moment when body, mind, and soul are one, the ephemeral made eternal. It is so intense it only last a moment but it feels as though time has stopped. It is being high in its greatest sense, released from the mortal realm.

It is here that we are free from the banality of daily life, connecting the sacred and the profane through the experience of art. As American artist James Rieck observes, “It’s easy to lose yourself in a painting, or any form of art, as a means to escape from the world or the self. There is no limit to where it can take you, if you let it.”

James Rieck. Le Bonheur de Vivre, 2017. Oil on canvas, 24 x 72 in / 61 x 183 cm

In his Rapture, his newest series of work currently on view at Lyons Wier Gallery, New York, through November 4, Rieck evokes the feeling of bliss that exists in the intersection between art and archetype. Rieck’s subjects are models extrapolated from mid-twentieth century magazines that evoke bourgeois ideals, and sets them inside museums and galleries alongside classic masterpieces of Western art that use sex as their subject.

By juxtaposing these figures of pristine Puritanical splendor beside works like Matisse’s Le Bonheur de Vivre, Pierre-Auguste Renoir’s Bather Drying Herself, and Andy Warhol’s Marilyn Monroe, we step into a world where art’s power and influence in both demystified and amplified at the same time.

This is in large part due to Rieck’s framing of the work, tight crops that leave everything above the nose out. The eyes, being the windows to the soul, are invisible, and in doing this, not only is the subject rendered anonymous but makes space for us to participate. The model is not a person but a vessel into which we can slip, breathing in the rarefied air of the work of art.

James Rieck. Jeune Garçon au Cheval, 2017. Oil on canvas, 24 x 72 in / 61 x 183 cm.

But perhaps more than the framing it is Rieck’s color palette that renders us in a state of limpid titillation. Each work is a symphony of hues and tones that create an intense feeling of synesthesia. Does anyone else want a cupcake or an ice cream cone, a lemon tart or a slice of strawberry shortcake?

The high is so sumptuous you can literally taste it, smell, it, breathe it in. It is like a bouquet of violets and a tall glass of lemonade. It is a spell the whisks you away, like the loveliest lust. It is the safest sex, non me tangere, yet you still can’t help but feel like something has transpired.

Rieck explains, “Museums and art galleries are designed for you to let yourself ‘go’ in public. They are vehicles for the art experience of private passions in shared settings…. We can all want to feel the real pleasures that come from art and the places that hold it.”

Amen.

James Rieck. Baigneuse S’Eessuyant, 2017. Oil on canvas, 24 x 36 in / 61 x 91 cm.

Categories: Art, Exhibitions, Painting

City as Canvas: Graffiti Art from the Martin Wong Collection

Posted on October 27, 2017

The Death of Graffiti by LADY PINK, 1982, acrylic on masonite, 19×22.” Courtesy of the Museum of the City of New York.

DUMP KOCH painted by Spin, photograph by Martha Cooper, 1982.

It began in the stacks. Sean Corcoran, Curator of Prints and Photographs at the Museum of the City of New York, came across a collection of black books Martin Wong had donated to the Museum in 1994, just five years before he would die from AIDS in San Francisco. The black books were the site of sketches and drawings, works on paper that were passed from head to head, giving writers a look at what their contemporaries were doing with marker in hand and giving them a space to contribute to the conversation.

In total, Martin Wong (1946-1999) donated 55 black books and more than 300 mixed media paintings on canvas, cardboard, paper, and plywood. The work Wong collected includes early permutations of designs that would later appear on trains and buildings throughout New York City. And though those paintings are long gone, their legacy lives on.

Opening February 4 at the Museum of the City of New York, City as Canvas: Graffiti Art from the Martin Wong Collection presents 105 works by legendary writers DAZE. DONDI, FUTURA 200, Keith Haring, LADY PINK, LEE, and SHARP among others, alongside historical photographs by Charlie Ahearn, Henry Chalfant, Martha Cooper, Jon Naar, and Jack Stewart. Paired together, the paintings, drawings, and photographs take us back to a time and a place that, though not far away at all, no longer exists in our daily lives.

It is the photographs that create the context, a context that may be difficult to imagine for those who did not live it. Trains were bombed with spray paint and marker both inside and out, as masterpieces ran the entire length of whole cars and tags decorating the interiors. This was the era of an artistic impulse made manifest as by any means necessary, of going down to the yards after dark or walking through live and dead tunnels to paint. This period in New York City history marks the creation of a style and a culture that has swept the world with anti-authoritarian delight. It was here in these black books and paintings that a new world was born, and it is here in these photographs that this world remains forever more.

Corcoran observes, “We decided to show the Martin Wong Collection because we thought it had real cultural significance to New York’s story over the last thirty, forty years. Graffiti was such an omnipresent part of life in New York. It was loved and hated, there was no in between. Whatever you thought of it, theirs is not doubt it had an affect on the culture in general. Style writing as it is known today was born in New York and became a worldwide phenomenon.”

Accompanying the exhibition is a catalogue of the same name, published by Skira Rizzoli with the Museum of the City of New York, featuring essays by Charle Ahearn, Carlo McCormick, Sacha Jenkins, Lee Quiñones, Chris “Daze” Ellis, Aaron “Sharp” Goodstone, and Sean Corcoran. The essays create a context for Wong’s obsession for the art, an obsession that adds intimacy and understanding to his need to collect, to document, to preserve. Twenty years ago, Wong knew, intuitively, that neither he nor the graffiti of the era would be with us today. And it is in this way that “City as Canvas” is more than an exhibition of art, but it stands as a monument to an era that has come and has gone. And era that is preserved forevermore in the photographs that show what had come of these preparations for masterpieces that once dotted the subway lines and crowned Kings.

For those who once witnessed the world that lives in these photographs, City as Canvas is like a teleportation device into the past. The raw, live energy of the letterform set against a backdrop of freedom at an cost beings us back to that old school D.I.Y. vibe of the 1970s and 80s New York. And for those who missed it, the Museum exists, as a place of honor and veneration to the legacy we as New Yorkers carry forth.

First Published in L’Oeil de la Photographie
March 20, 2014

Howard the Duck Handball Court photograph by Charlie Ahearn. Courtesy of the Museum of the City of New York.

Lion’s Den Handball Court photograph by Charlie Ahearn. Courtesy of the Museum of the City of New York.

Martin Wong, photograph by Peter Bellamy, 1985.

Categories: 1970s, 1980s, Art, Books, Exhibitions, Graffiti, Photography

Meg Hewitt :Tokyo Is Yours

Posted on October 27, 2017

Photo: Meg Hewitt. Johnny, Golden Gai 2015

Photo: Meg Hewitt. Legs – after Daido, 2016

In March 2011, disaster befell Japan as the Great Earthquake, tsunami, and Fukushima Daiichi nuclear disaster hit the nation in record time. Five years later, Japan’s prime minister Naoto Kan revealed that the country came within a “paper-thin margin” of nuclear destruction that would have required the evacuation of 50 million people – a feat he acknowledged was near impossible.

As this science-fiction horror story played out in real time, Australian photographer Meg Hewitt began to imagine the density of Tokyo, the feeling of being trapped as a cloud of nuclear fallout spread, and the disturbing question of whether or not to trust the government and big business. For Hewitt, thinking was not enough: she needed to experience life in Tokyo for herself.

Over a period of two years, Hewitt created a body of photographs inspired by the curious co-existence of darkness and light, trauma and innocence, death and life – which she crafted into the newly released monograph, Tokyo Is Yours. Hewitt combines the raw edge of Anders Petersen with the knowing glance of Daido Moriyama, the haunting glamour of Fritz Lang with the graphic traditions of Manga through a careful edit and sequencing that pairs unlikely moments to sublime effect.

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Categories: Art, Books, Huck, Japan, Photography

Lilla Szasz: Mother Michael Goes to Heaven

Posted on October 26, 2017

Lilla Szasz fell into the underworld when she began documenting teen girls living in a detention home in Budapest. Here, she met girls who had turned to sex work to survive. While they were locked up, pimps waited outside the gates for their release, with ample supplies of drugs to keep them caught in a cycle of addiction and debt.

Their tragic stories spoke to Szasz. She yearned to know more about the people living on the edge, on the margins of society. In 2008, she travelled to downtown Budapest, where she met Monica and Michael, young sex workers who shared a flat. Their neighbours had been extorting them, threatening to call the police, so they moved to a larger place in the slums, where no one cared what they did.

At the age of 23, Monica left her home in the countryside, having been regularly abused by her alcoholic father. She met a man that she wanted to marry, discovered he visited sex workers, and broke up with him. To get revenge, she became a sex worker, and like her father, she began to drink. She met Michael, 31, who was already hustling, in a bar. She moved in with him, and together they were able to cover all orientations and needs of their clients. A drag queen named Alexander, 22, later joined them. The two men became a couple, highly volatile in nature, marked by physical abuse and mind games.

Their years together were filled with love and strife, by jealousies, betrayals, poverty, and fights. Yet they were a family, a deeply unhappy family, but bonded to each other all the same. Szasz’s photographs tell the story of three people trying to create a home, searching for love that they are unable to sustain or nourish. Trapped in a cycle of pain and addiction, they struggle to survive.

The toxicity of the environment eventually caused Szasz to end the project, which she titled “Mother Michael Goes to Heaven” – after Michael committed suicide in the flat in 2010. Like so many people who have never known a good family, these three found their way to each other and held on as long as they could. Szasz speaks with us about her experiences with people who were living on the edge, desperately trying to create a family yet unable to meet their own basic needs.

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All Photos: Lilla Szász: Mother Michael Goes to Heaven, part from series (2008-2010)

Categories: Art, Dazed, Photography

Art Oracles: Creative & Life Inspiration from the Great Artists

Posted on October 22, 2017

I’ve been reading Tarot cards for more than a decade and it never fails to impress upon me the significance of the relationship between the message and the messenger, further heightened by the illusion of chance; the mind never fails to reveals itself in its need to believe. Even the most doubtful personality invariably comes around; the fears of witchcraft and hokum immediately dissolves as a sense of wonder and faith in a higher power is restored.

But, to be perfectly honest, it’s clear that it’s not a matter of fortune or fate; it is simply a matter of speaking to the mind in its own language, crossing the right and left hemispheres of the brain. Here’s how it works: all the messages are true. You cannot choose the wrong card. But what the cards reveal is the message is not strong enough on its own: logical insight does not compel us to action.

The physical object of the card and its selection creates the mystique, playing into the ego’s desire for singularity and acknowledgement of this. It becomes the perfect messenger: a lifeless object with no ulterior motive or thing to gain. It can speak, in both image and word, acting as the perfect medium. Suddenly, the message registers. Now, it will be heard and connected with a deeper, unresolved conflict within the soul. But it was all true, anyway: what has happened is people have still themselves to listen and receive the word.

I am reminded of this truth as a I peruse the Art Oracles: Creative & Life Inspiration from the Great Artists (Laurence King) a beautiful new deck of cards not affiliated with the Tarot but speaking truth to those who wish to listen. Writer Katya Tylevich and illustrator Mikkel Sommer have created a deck featuring renderings of 50 artists from Michelangelo to Louise Bourgeois, Caravaggio to Yves Klein, Francisco Goya to Diane Arbus, offering bits of basic advice of life, work, and creative inspiration.

The deck is a touch campy, grounding itself in the reminder that it is helpful to maintain an ongoing balance between the serious and the playful. Growth can be painful as progress challenges us to forgo false paradigms in search of truth, flailing in the void until a sense of patience envelops us in the release of not-knowingness. It is here, many people lash out, desperate for quick fixes and instant gratification, unable to come to terms with the trials of self-mastery. This is where well timed advice can be of greatest use, presenting a new perspective by which to consider the situation.

“Discipline is a both a noun and a verb,” is the work advice from the Marina Abramović card, a wise reminder that every single artist in the deck has put nose to grindstone in order to surmount both personal and professional conflicts writ large.

But how to get to where you want to go? “There’s more than one way to read a map,” Alighiero Boetti advises, providing inspirational advice – channeling the spirit of the old proverb, “There are many paths to the same place.” The best, most effective path is the one that is authentic to us, rooted in integrity and nourished with kindness and love.

Because, ultimately, we’re all out here making it up as we go along. The thing to remember is solutions are neither black nor white, but an ever-changing shade of grey. That ain’t easy, but nothing worthwhile in life ever came without transcendence, particularly for those who need to overcome that which holds them back on the path to greatness.

The best part about being great is that it is entirely determined by one’s own aims: some of the great successes have never been told. While art out lives its creator, it also reminds us that more significant than fame and fortune is inner peace. Too many in this deck have lived tragic lives. “Look directly at whatever you’re avoiding” is the life advice of Diane Arbus. The life you save might be your own.

Artwork: From Art Oracles: Creative & Life Inspiration from the Great Artists by Katya Tylevich and Mikkel Sommer Christensen (Laurence King Publishing, 2017).

Categories: Art