I know I’m not the only one who does this but you know when you have this like boundary around you when you’re sitting at a table or a desk that only you are allowed to be in
And then someone or something that isn’t yours
gets in that space
and you just
Holy fuck finally someone who understands
Heaven forbid someone’s hair lands in my bubble or *squirms* touches me. Then all my concentration is lost and I spend my energy trying to Second Foundation the hair owner to get them to move the strand or trying to use my non-existent laser eyes to burn the hair and the person.
these photos were taken earlier this year when I attended school in Tennessee (my 4th year to be exact)
I don’t know if you can tell but I was very sad at the time…
Sad is actually an understatement… I never would have guessed I would be sleeping in my car and in hotels all while trying to get my education at a place that literally hated me… Or the idea of what I represented.
This piece, “Overhead” was one done in response to being told “create a work about how you are feeling”
At the time I felt so empty and lonely that it physically hurt…
"Overhead" represents the idea of a dark cloud overtaking a persons’ life… How the feelings of sadness can have a physical weight of it’s own… A presence if you will…
I spent 5 days/nights (even after the piece was due) to finish this room sized installation. It consisted of over 500 fishing lines attached to a 15 x 20 ft grid and pounds of scrap bubble wrap …
I did not finish the piece on time even when I asked for an extension… I just wanted to do my best..in my mind, it would all pay off…
It didn’t. My professor: a racist homophobic sexist conservative man took it as his opportunity to put me in my place… To break me… At the end of the year he failed me….an advanced sculpture student who had always made A’s and who had received scholarships for my work…
Fast forward to now… I wish I could have told the person I was a couple months ago that everything was going to be ok…
I’m now in NYC. Things are not perfect but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Tennessee broke me… But I’m so thankful it did. I was meant to be pushed away from that place.
It was a visual metaphor of how the feeling of sadness
Earlier this month, Brazil’s National Indian Foundation (FUNAI) confirmed that an Amazonian tribe that had never before had contact with the outside world had made voluntary contact; a rare event that is usually brought on by threats of violence. Rather than be excited to learn more about the group’s ways and customs, anthropologists have been fearful that the tribe would be exposed to diseases for which they have no immunity. Their worst fears were confirmed when FUNAI announced that those who made contact have indeed contracted the flu, which has annihilated entire tribes in the past.
Based on their hair style and skin ornamentation, it is possible that the individuals who made contact belong to the Chitonahua tribe. Their language is similar to Panoan, which allowed them to communicate with the tribe they found. The isolated people contacted a tribe in Acre, a Brazilian state with a low population density at about 5 per square kilometer. They had been living in Peru along the Xinane River, but were forced to leave in what was likely a threat from illegal loggers or drug traffickers who utilize the river. They reported they had been fired upon.
The two tribal groups co-existed peacefully for about three weeks. During that time, the five men and two women who had made contact fell ill from the flu virus. Doctors were brought in to help provide care, though the indigenous people were initially hesitant to accept the treatment and vaccination. Unfortunately, these people returned to their village without warning. Medical officials are now highly concerned that they will transmit disease to the others which could kill a substantial number of their tribe.
“This news could hardly be more worrying – not only have these people confirmed they suffered violent attacks from outsiders in Peru, but they have apparently already caught flu,” stated Stephen Corry, director of an indigenous people activist group, Survival International. “The nightmare scenario is that they return to their former villages carrying flu with them. It’s a real test of Brazil’s ability to protect these vulnerable groups. Unless a proper and sustained medical program is immediately put in place, the result could be a humanitarian catastrophe.”
In addition to the flu, it is possible that other diseases were picked up during their time of contact. FUNAI is sending a team of health professionals to seek out the tribe and deliver medication, but that help won’t arrive until next month. Until then, officials will have to hope that the disease didn’t spread through the rest of the tribe. Additionally, the people are still threatened by those conducting criminal activity.
"Both Peru and Brazil gave assurances to stop the illegal logging and drug trafficking, which are pushing uncontacted Indians into new areas. They’ve failed. The traffickers even took over a government installation meant to monitor their behavior," Corry said. “The uncontacted Indians now face the same genocidal risk from disease and violence which has characterized the invasion and occupation of the Americas over the last five centuries. No one has the right to destroy these Indians.”
(Photo Credit: FUNAI)
(really, dear David Karp & Marissa Meyer bc I know you guys follow my b-log on the dl)
Anyway, you guys seriously need to adjust mobile (and regular) tumblr so that it doesn’t default to reblog text posts as links
Like does anyone consciously select “blog as a link”? Ever???
The next generation of scientists is already hard at work solving our biggest problems. Take Deepika Kurup, a 14-year-old high school student from Nashua, New Hampshire. After seeing children in India drinking dirty water from a stagnant pool, she decided, in her words, “to find a solution to the global water crisis.” And then she actually made some progress towards that goal, developing a solar-powered water purification system.
She is the future
America’s most noted black literary couple, Paul & Alice Dunbar. This photo is well over 100 years old.
I love me some Paul Laurence Dunbar. Only after reading “We Wear the Mask” was I like… Ooohh, now I get poetry!
The Dunbars take a train