Ana Mendieta’s work is as intimate as it is universal. Through the Havana-born visual artist’s oeuvre, she uses her body as a tool to “return to the maternal source” – the nature where we come from, where we are buried. In a personal essay on what it means to be Cuban, to inhabit a body and a space on this soil, to find the home that evades us, we reflect on the life of a voice taken from us too soon.
This Sunday, I took a trip to the Black Market (an arts market, not that market) in Cambridge, MA brought to life by Boston Hassle. Read on for some of my favorite modern girl artists and sellers to keep an eye on!
The Get Down paints the story of black kids in shades of extravagance and opulence, rebuilding the crumbling Bronx into a dreamscape burning with color and sizzling with energy—as bright and angry and political and explosive as it would’ve felt to live in it.
The internet is a most gorgeous tool for the suburban art enthusiast. It is, in its scope, the liberation of the artistic narrative from the exclusivity of galleries and museums, putting power not in the hands of the curators, patrons, and donors, but in the everyman equipped with Google images and Instagram. For the first time in human history, art is free. Art is accessible. Art is shareable.
Unless you have been trapped in the Upside Down for the past month, you have heard about The Duffer Brothers’ new series Stranger Things. Set in the early 1980s, the Netflix original follows the story of a mother trying to find her missing son, everything his spit-sworn best friends turned brothers will do to save him, a Sinéad O’Connor-channeling, waffle loving, telepathic runaway, and a government conspiracy with a little classic John Hughes teenage love triangle thrown in for good measure.
Blankness is not a void because we come from nothing, in the form of Big Bangs and stardust, and yet we have the power to be everything – sometimes art is the place to remember that.