Gentleman Jigger

Life. Sat somewhere between the light and the lost. Dreams and doom caught in the branches of a southern tree.-Crunch.

::::::::::Black. Queer. Marxist. Artist ::::::::


I guess you ain’t really hungry then.

—A response from the home owner, usually a parent or grandparent, when one rejects their undesirable food options. African American Proverb: Black Parent Edition (via blackproverbs)

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queer art


If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

—Zora Neale Hurston (via negromodelo)

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asylum-art: Soundsuits’ of Artist & Fashion Designer Nick Cave

"Nick Cave (born 1959 in central Missouri, USA) is an American fabric sculptor, dancer, and performance artist. He is best known for his Soundsuits: wearable fabric sculptures that are bright, whimsical, and other-worldly."
“Cave’s first Soundsuit was made of twigs. Other typical materials include dyed human hair, sisal, plastic buttons, beads, sequins, and feathers. His work is a crazy mix of media—these bunny suits are made of human hair, and others are montages of vintage finds, beads, buttons and old style needle crafts like crocheting and macrame. The finished pieces bear some resemblance to African ceremonial costumes and masks. His suits are presented for public viewing as static sculptures, but also through live performance, video, and photograph

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In reality, time and space exist in you; you do not exist in them. They are modes of perception, but they are not the only ones. Time and space are like words written on paper; the paper is real, the words merely a convention.

—Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj (via lazyyogi)

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One draws a magic circle around oneself to keep everything out that doesn’t fit one’s secret games. Each time life breaks through the circle, the games become puny and ridiculous. So one draws a new circle and builds new defenses.

Ingmar Bergman, writer and director for Through A Glass Darkly (Janus Films, 1961)

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I stopped combing my mind, so my thoughts could lock

—Saul Williams, “Untimely Meditations” (via ghettosymposium)

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