Surgically Altered Ceramics by Beccy Ridsdel
UK-based artist Beccy Ridsdel creates fun yet strangely macabre interventions where ceramics have been surgically altered to reveal additional layers of detail. Where the metaphor of surgery might normally evoke blood and guts, Ridsdel instead reveals further floral patterns inside bone china plates and cups. The pieces are part of an ongoing examination regarding the perception of ceramics as craft or art. You can see more of her work over on Facebook and she has a few pieces for sale in her shop. (via Slow Art Day)
trigger warning - rape
"they didn’t teach me that I wouldn’t know how to protect myself, that my lungs would close up, and we would make pretend husband and wife."
Neil Hilborn always makes me cry ugh
He’s literally the best
Fuck this hit the wrong spot. His poetry is always so amazing
Oh what a man
do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.
you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.
but you will never be”
and have never been
This makes me feel better.
“Many think less of me for being a whore, but whores are the most honest people out there. There are no lies in the way two bodies press together, but many lies in the price someone charges for beaded cloth. The price of my body is high, but the value of a king is low. You can trust a whore to please you, and trust a king to serve you, but the best whores are forgotten and the worst kings are remembered.”
I don’t know how I feel today, while is ironic because the uncertainty makes me feel lost. Sometimes I just have days where no emotion is serious enough to tip the scale. I hate these days.