I’ve been thinking about compromises a lot lately. I understand that a number of people in my life believe me to be uncompromising—which is lovely and I am awed that people think that of me. But a) I’m a human being and b) I’m a practicing feminist, so I actually compromise like woah. However, for a long time I didn’t use the word compromise; I thought of my concessions as failure on my part—being too vain, too indulgent, only committed when convenient, and so on. Read more...
Monday, December 14, 2009
(This is second article detailing my meeting with the Guerrilla Girls. Yes, I wrote multiple articles. Cause they really are that fantastic. I promise, there’s only one more account coming your way, once it’s published in January.)
This fall, I stood in the Acadia University Art Gallery, incredibly excited and, frankly, terrified. I was there to meet a pair of artists who had just launched their exhibition—two women who are not only internationally recognized artist-activists, but personal heroes of mine: The Guerrilla Girls. Read more...
Kathe Kollwitz at the Acadia Art Gallery
They’re mercilessly sharp, irreverent, and funny; they’ve been featured in the Tate Modern, Pompidou Centre and the Venice Biennale. They’ve been solicited to produce art for the Washington Post, have launched devastating billboard critiques of sexism and racism in the Oscars—and they’ve just invaded the East Coast for the first time, wearing gorilla masks, of course. Read more...