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jenny holzer, SURVIVAL (1983-85)
Apollo Citaredo & Ares Ludovisi, Palazzo Altemps, Rome
by adrianovero
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Simone Weil, “The Love of God and Affliction,” Waiting for God
the fact that people can see me makes me kinda uncomfortable not gonna lie
i’m not equipped for a mediocre love. for lukewarm, dispassionate, apathetic, selfish, unreciprocated love. my love can’t be measured with coffee spoons. it isn’t confining. it’s freeing and comfortable and honest and supportive. it’s not for the weak.
Gentle reminder that the human eye is naturally drawn by noise and movement, so the next time you walk into a crowd or a bit late into a lecture or something like that, they’re not staring at you or judging; it’s just an instinctive reaction that has nothing to do with you doing anything wrong.
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Listen. Cut your own hair. Dye it blue, then shave it off when you’re bored of it. Wear that outfit with those shoes. Paint your nails with all the colors of the rainbow. Get that tattoo. Go to the movies alone. Get coffee, then drink it at that special place you like. Mouth the words of the song you’re listening to on public transport. Put that thing on your wall. Bake. Draw. Dance in your underwear. Life is so much better when you don’t give a fuck
