Art and the other: expression in the face of oppression

When I think back to how I first became interested in fashion, both in the sense of developing my own personal style and with regards to the broader world of design, I think back to the urgency that I have always felt to try and differentiate myself from other people. Fashion might be the easiest way to make this distinction known to others – it’s one of the first things people notice about you, consciously or subconsciously. In my initial attempts to explore my style, I found myself gravitating towards more masculine items and silhouettes. I don’t remember my exact line of thought, but I assume that I wanted to escape more traditional fashion expectations for females, be “not like other girls.”

I used to just wear regular men’s clothes, like baggy t-shirts and sweatpants, but as I continued to explore my style, my wardrobe shifted to include more masculine items of clothing that men typically don’t wear on an everyday basis either: printed ties, old belt buckles, dress shirts. As I became more comfortable with my more masculine visual identity, however, I also began re-incorporating feminine pieces into my style – like a reclamation, it felt like the subversion of the “rules of fashion” originally imposed on me through my gender assigned at birth.

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For me, fashion has become a form of escape, although at this point, I can’t say whether it represents an escape from societal norms or from being seen as “basic" or “normal,” to be “different.” I do think that these two feelings are inherently intertwined, though; if you are the type of person to feel restricted by societal norms and want to escape them, you would presumably also want to express your feeling of alienation and frustration to others.

This frustration probably explains why there is a longstanding association between queerness and a fascination with high forms of art, culture, and intellectualism. Queer people have historically been outcast by society, not being able to exist comfortably within societal norms and having to constantly challenge expectations of how to live authentically. The word queer, after all, originates not from a description of sexuality but from the status of social rejection; to really be queer is not only to be homosexual but to be a pariah. To channel the queer feeling of otherness into a positive and admirable venue like art, then, allows for a sense of empowerment in the face of isolation. It is no wonder that the community of artists and the queer community not only share a great overlap, but a great dependence on each other, although this is not to say that all queer people must be artistic or that all artists must be queer, but that many queer people may turn to some artistic medium as a hobby and many artists may be more inclined to experiment with their sexuality.

In a similar way, people of color have also always been on the forefront of art, culture, and fashion, and this comes both in spite of and as a result of their marginalization. In terms of fashion trends, a highly visible example of this phenomenon, queer people and people of color (especially queer people of color) have always been the pioneers of new trends and fashion concepts. The examples are endless – whenever androgyny is seen as attractive or fashionable, we draw on trends originating from the queer community, and a variety of other fashion subcultures, like e-girl fashion and sneaker culture, all come from black, Asian, or Latinx communities. The mainstream can only maintain status quo; the only way for it to change is to appropriate from outside subcultures and absorb those things into itself, and with this absorption, the heritage and meaning imbued from those subcultures is often lost. It is always left to people of color and queer people to dynamize and invigorate popular culture with new ideas and trends.

All these observations come somewhat anecdotally from what I see in my everyday life as well as subcultures and movements on the internet, but I also see similar ideas of insider-outsider dynamics in the more historically grounded world of art and literature. I was having a conversation with a friend the other day about how the vast majority of great writers were all known to suffer from extreme mental illness, and I asked her if she thought that the trope of the tortured artist is real, and that great art must draw on great pain. She disagreed with me, arguing that mental illness usually only counteracts productivity and creativity. Artists, she said, have to produce art in spite of their pain and not because of it. The catch is that to produce truly novel art, artists must rely on their ability to think in ways that most people cannot, and the most natural way this happens is when the artists themselves have been alienated, or at least feel alienated, from larger society. It is through their deviancy and otherness that artists can produce great work, but this otherness also forces them into a general rejection from society, which probably cannot benefit their mental health. It seems no coincidence, then, that so many of these artists were also queer, disabled, or physically ill throughout their lives.

Pursuing this connection between art and otherness, I turned to examining the essence of art itself: what about art is so inherently tied subversion and non-conformity? Nietzsche touches on the topic in The Genealogy of Morality with both his own opinion and the thoughts of other philosophers on the subject of beauty, aesthetics, and art. He writes that Schopenhauer, following Kant, believes that beauty consists of the qualities of “impersonality and universality” and “gives pleasure without interest”, meaning that even those with no knowledge or interest in art can still appreciate its beauty. Nietzsche takes issue with this definition of art, however, since it only addresses art in the perspective of its audience – a general, uninformed audience at that – and instead, he turns to defining art through the lens of the artist. He looks to the French writer Stendhal, who writes of beauty as “une promesse de bonheur”, or a promise of happiness. Here, the focus of happiness is shifted from the universal audience to the individual artist, once again directing our attention to the distinction between the artist and the wider society viewing the art.

Arendt’s The Human Condition also discusses the nature of art and happiness. Praising art as one of the greatest and noblest creations of humanity, Arendt writes that the greatness of art comes from its total lack of material necessity, since art is produced through passion, not to satisfy our animal need for survival and sustenance. By creating something outside of themselves, humans no longer exists as merely an animal laborans (laboring animal) but as a homo faber (man the maker), making themselves a near god through their enduring legacy. Especially in a capitalist world of never-ending consumption, to produce art is to defy the impulses of society and pursue a higher purpose.

Like Nietzsche, I find that Arendt focuses more on the experience and will of the artist rather than the art’s effect on an outside audience, separating the individual’s internal world from what they produce or change in the external world. The relationship between the internal and external thus becomes the key to understanding art. What separates our sense of self from the outside world? From other people, or from other living things? This space between the artist’s internal and external must be where the sphere of art lies: it is the exploration of the artist’s self in the midst of a world of both beauty and chaos.

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All forms of art ultimately rely on some sort of communication or production to the outside world, regardless of medium. The art of dance, for instance, follows this rule – even though dance is limited to the individual body, it is still expressed outwards to the external world. Simply thinking of dance moves in your own head would not be considered art, but the act of dancing is. Likewise, thinking about a painting or a series of musical notes in your head is not art; art is only created when something is produced into the external world. This understanding of art, however, also allows us to view art as the tangible extension of the self to the space beyond the self, like a grand declaration of sorts to the external world.

At the same time, art is something that arises from the deeply internal world of the artist, something incredibly personal and intimate. Natural occurrences and phenomena can undeniably be considered beautiful, but I would not view them as works of art unless they were captured in some form of human interaction, like photography or painting. The closest thing I can think of to art created by a non-human is AI art, but even then (at least with our current level of technology where AI has no consciousness), humans still run the programs behind these algorithms to direct the final product. Thus, art necessitates deliberate human action and can only exist as the production of a human artist. As Arendt argues, however, this is what gives art its value - the act of creation and the instillation of meaning. Art is really something innately and profoundly human, the deliberate expression of the artist’s internal world to the external world.

Viewing art as the bridge between the internal and the external allows for a more intimate connection between art and the unique experience of the artist. This is also what makes art, and all things artistic like fashion, literature, and culture, so essential to marginalized communities. Being part of a group that experiences oppression not only compresses the individual externally but also represses the individual internally; outward acts of discrimination combine with a constriction of the sense of self to affect the entire identity and spirit. Art then becomes a method of resistance, of projecting outwards in spite of oppression. Within a society that naturally constricts and restrains and pushes back against the efforts of the oppressed to both develop their authentic selves and express themselves freely, art not only provides a form of therapeutic release but also can be weaponized against the forces of systemic oppression as a type of protest. To use Frye’s birdcage metaphor for systems of oppression, if the marginalized individual is a bird in a cage, art is the birdsong that can be heard from outside the cage, even if the bird itself cannot be freed.




References:

  • Arendt, Hannah, The Human Condition (1958)

  • Frye, Marilyn, The Politics of reality: Essays in feminist theory (1983)

  • Nietzsche, Friedrich, On the Genealogy of Morality (1887)

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Casual Tattoos: The Art of Storytelling

Not too long ago, I sat down in Ex Libris with my good friend Ariana after a bit of a rough day. We started talking a bit about everything, and suddenly our conversation shifted to tattoos. She had gotten a bigger piece on her tricep a couple months prior, and was looking to get a new one soon. I wanted to get another one soon, too; I wanted to get a bunch of them, honestly. When she asked what I wanted in the future, I was stumped a bit. What did I want to get? I know I wanted more, but what exactly did I want?

Turns out we both felt the same way: we had these vague ideas of what we wanted on our bodies forever, but nothing set in stone. Except for the stick and poke she was planning on getting soon, anyways. Suddenly I started to think, shouldn’t you talk about tattoos with some certainty? Shouldn’t you know what you’d want to put on your body forever? The answer, I think, is not always. There’s a beauty in the casualty that’s been emerging for a while in our culture. You should write about this, Ariana said. And so I am, thanks to her. 

There’s been a shift in the culture of tattooing, one that opens up multitudes of non-traditional styles. There’s a space for illustrative artists—expressionism, abstract work, minimalism, and surrealism have been on the rise compared to traditional counterparts (which are equally beautiful, don’t get me wrong). Stick-and-poke tattoos as well have been on the rise for a while, in comparison to the traditional gun. Artists have been creating more flash pieces, which are beautiful and efficient in their own right. There is a freedom, there, in opening up this space for artists of all kinds. 

FLASH TATTOOS RANGE WIDELY

FLASH TATTOOS RANGE WIDELY

IN STYLE AND INTRICACY

IN STYLE AND INTRICACY

Tattooing is a remarkable art form, and it has a long, ancient history that signifies the human experience: from rituals and rites, to life and death. This history is paramount, and it’s essential to acknowledge it. It’s also important to acknowledge how lucky I am to exist in a culture where tattoos have become mainstream—I won't be seen as rebellious, nor am I very likely to be shamed or denied from a job position because of mine. I’m grateful to be able to have this agency over my body.

PINK RHINO TATTOO IN BOYSTOWN

PINK RHINO TATTOO IN BOYSTOWN

I got my first tattoo on September 16th of last year. The funny thing is, it was supposed to be 3 days prior, on September 13th. Friday the 13th, to be specific.

My long-time best friend Sofia and I had been wanting to get our first tattoos since forever, and this was a perfect opportunity. We didn’t have much money to splurge on commissions, and even then we didn’t really know what we wanted, anyways. We just wanted something on our bodies, plain and simple.

What better option did we have than spooky, discounted flash tattoos? It felt like we had a master plan, and for weeks we were giddy with excitement.

Friday the 13th came and so, finally, we went.

Our entire train ride was full of skittish nerves and undeniable thrill. It’s laughable to think back on now, how nervous we were. We played a game of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’d get tattooed first—winner goes second. I won, thankfully, and so I felt a little more at ease knowing she’d have to find out how it felt first (as bad as that sounds, but I know she’d feel the same way if it was me who lost). When we arrived and saw the huge line outside of the shop, we knew we’d be there for a while. We parked ourselves in the back of the line, and as time went on we decided to sit. We chatted with the group of kids to our left, a collective antsiness and boredom rising within all of us. I don’t even remember how long we were in that line—it had to be no less than five hours. We felt delirious at that point: our initial excitement was dwindling into exasperation, and at this point we started to give up. By no means were we upset at the artists: their job is ridiculously hard, and I can’t imagine the pressure and exhaustion that comes with a line of people down the block waiting on you for ink. We were just a bit mad at the world.

Eventually 10 o’clock hit, and the shop decided to give out vouchers for those who didn’t want to wait in line anymore. We got them, grabbed some McDonald’s, and wallowed in our misery. At that point, we couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous we felt. We went back on Monday, with the addition of her boyfriend Cody, and this time there was no line. We finally got to take a look at all the flash tattoos in the books (even though we had some idea of what we wanted already) and decide for sure. I saw mine, a broken wishbone with the text WISH ME LUCK! and immediately knew I needed it. I was drawn to it instinctively, and I didn’t want to overthink it too much. And so, I got it. Sofia first, me second, Cody last. It didn’t hurt, and when the needle hit my skin I just knew I could get more and more. I loved everything about it.

And I think there’s some magic in that. The three of us simply liked them, so we got them on our skin forever. 

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And no, I’m not promoting going and getting inked up on a whim (even though that’s kind of what we’ve been doing for the last couple of months). If it’s something that’s not for you, that’s completely fine. But if you’ve been on the fence or thinking a little too hard about it, I say go with your gut. Get something small in a place just for you, or get something big and bold that everyone can see. It is by no means a shallow form of self-expression for just wanting something that you think is beautiful or interesting on your body.

The ability to form a relationship with an artist you admire, to commission a piece with them because it means something important, is an absolutely beautiful thing. This memory, symbol, or tribute will stay with you forever. It’s an immortalization. I want to do it too, one day, when I’m ready. 

But right now, I’m not. And that’s okay, too. I don’t have many at all, but right now my tattoos are an immortalization of the stories I have when I got them. Do they mean anything? Yeah, to some extent. I was drawn to the style of my artist’s flash, it resonated with me at that moment in a way I couldn’t explain. There’s a story behind them that I won't forget. 

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2020 Small Space Reno: Wall-Inspiration from 5 Etsy Shops

February is a beast of a month. The weather is brutal, the holiday season is over, and classes are in full swing. And as I trudged to lectures this week - first in a snow storm, then in a downpour, and lastly in thick fog - I realized how easy it would be to succumb to the winter doldrums. After all, it’s too cold to be outside for long, coursework is piling up, and the sun is increasingly a stranger.

As such, while I battled my way through the wind and rain this evening, I couldn’t help planning ahead for my apartment next year: the colors, the furniture, “the theme.” And I realized that, while living plans are still undetermined for most of us, there’s no reason why we can’t renovate our current homes right now.

My hope for the following list is to provide an escape from Chicago - to encourage momentary wanderlust, future planning, and a brief respite from the obligations of every day life. So pour yourself a cup of tea, find a warm blanket, and start brainstorming; a brief renovation might just be the key to warding off the February blues.

  1. Dick Vincent from Manchester, UK

2. Papio Press from Penzance, UK

3. Wall Arty from Istanbul, Turkey

4. Eye Poetry Photography from Montreal, Canada

5. Pink Palm Decor from Gdansk, Poland

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Cool, Cultural & On Campus Fall Events

Having referred to myself as a “washed up fourth year” on five, no wait six, separate occasions this past week, I have officially committed myself to three new goals: 1. getting over the flu, 2. making and following through with plans to hang out with people, and 3. taking advantage of my first ever three-course quarter and exploring all the neat things going on on campus. To aid with that anti-UChicago “good in theory, but bad in practice” third goal, I’ve rounded up some on (or near) campus upcoming events that peaked my interest for the quarter.

Be sure to check out the UChicago Arts Calendar of Events to see if anything else catches your own eye!

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Where & Wear: Miami Art Basel 2017

It's not uncommon to hear me say that my mum is ten times cooler than me. Call that me being humble or self-deprecating if you may, but the fact of the matter is it's just true. Case in point: my mum's work with the Royal Academy in London scored us VIP tickets to the opening day of Art Basel.

The proof is in the pudding, guys.

The proof is in the pudding, guys.

Finals week be damned, I found myself on a 5am flight to Miami to escape both the Reg and Chicago's early winter chill. And in Miami I found even more: not only access to one of North America's most prestigious art fairs, but also a glimpse into a part of my mother's life I hadn't explored.


Day 1: UПTITLED

As much as the pervasive mix of Cyrillic and Latin scripts throughout the exhibit bothered me, I couldn't ignore that UNTITLED was one of the best art fairs I had attended. I'm no expert, so for me the most important aspect of art is what it evokes in me and how well it draws me in.

William Powhida, “What The Fuck Is The Art World” (2017), acrylic on paper mounted on aluminum, 55 by 44 inches, Postmasters Gallery.

William Powhida, “What The Fuck Is The Art World” (2017), acrylic on paper mounted on aluminum, 55 by 44 inches, Postmasters Gallery.

The art at UNTITLED questioned both what art is, and also the role of the human in art through the lens of virtual reality.

Top: sadly unknown. I forgot to document the information and could not find it anywhere. Bottom: Liliana Porter - To Clean Up II. 2012-17. Installation.

UNTITLED was not the week's main event, so most chose to wear more casual, beach friendly clothing as it was located right on Miami Beach. The majority was casual-cool with bright colours. I made the mistake of wearing tall heels that day which taught me the number one rule of art shows: bring comfy shoes.

Left and right: me posing among several pieces of Carlos Cruz-Diez's “Chroma” installation from 2017. Centre: detail of background image on left.

One of my favourite parts of UNTITLED was seeing few familiar names, as opposed to at Art Basel itself where I could recognise nearly every other artist. Mid-sized and especially new galleries have been suffering in recent years, as prices to exhibit at high end art fairs rise at an alarming rate. This often leaves the more prestigious fairs packed with galleries that deal more established artists' works, usually from the 60s and 70s. However, as UNTITLED deals with more recent art (most pieces I saw were made within the past 5 years), I was able to interact with the newest contemporary art and even the artists themselves. 


Day 2: Art Basel Opening Day

Art Basel's first day was everything I expected: elaborate, outlandish, fun, and fabulous. From the endless maze of gallery booths with works old and new, to the two central courtyards covered in greenery and serving champagne and oysters there was never a dull moment. Ok there was one dull moment, but that was because it took us so long to find where we picked up our passes. No joke, we spent probably our first half hour sweltering in the sun desperate to figure out which of the five outdoor tents housed our specific pick-up desk. When my mum and I got inside we promptly split up. She had an agenda of people to talk to and friends to meet. It was fun when we did it together at UNTITLED but I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up with her today as she bounced gallery to gallery sharing thoughts, critiquing art, and giggling over inside jokes.

My mum and design icon Ágatha Ruiz de la Prada.

My mum and design icon Ágatha Ruiz de la Prada.

I spent most of Art Basel wandering in silence which was oddly meditative. I watched people passing, overheard fragments of conversation, and most importantly admired the art around me at my own pace and without interruption.

Top: from Bridgette Kowanz's "Kabinett." Bottom: Joseph Kosuth, "P.G. #9 (I see what I see.)", 1991.

Many of the pieces at Art Basel and various other shows featured neon lighting, but I loved these two pieces in cobalt blue. The contrast of light and mirrors in Kowanz's work forces you to view reality from different planes, whereas Kosuth's work wants you to focus on what is immediate. 

 

Left to right: Do Ho Suh, "Hub, Unit G5, Union Wharf, 23 Wenlock Road, London, N1 7SB, UK", 2015; David Adamo, "Untitled (ship in bottle)," 2017; Tom Wesselmann, "Steel Drawing (Sitting Nude)," 1986-1987.

These were among my favourite works from the show.

Bill Beckley, "The Underarm," 1977.

Bill Beckley, "The Underarm," 1977.

I cant quite place my finger on why, but Bill Beckley's "The Underarm" was my my number one favourite piece. It's so evocative. As your eye is drawn through the winding frames, you are shocked and disgusted by the underarm, fearful of the deep, open sea, reassured by the breaking waves in the sunset, and left to wonder how the text passage ties into it all. It's not a work I would hang in my home, yet I can't take my eyes away from it. I don't know how long I stood in front of it, but it was by far what left the largest impact on me from Art Basel.

So many people, including myself and my mother, eschewed the sentiment that florals should stay in spring. December in Miami is still hot as hell, so all traditional fashion rules went out the window. My favourite look was the floral suit below on the left.


Night 2: Pinta and Pao

After an obligatory post-Art Basel nap we headed out to an exhibit called Pinta in Miami's design district. Pinta highlights the work of Latino and Latin American artists across all different media. There were choral performances, performance artists, and even shops selling clothing and accessories by Latino and Latin American designers.

Above: Milena Bonilla “Size / To Sell Or To Rent” 2006. 

I was fascinated by "Size / To Sell Or To Rent," not because it left me guessing, but because it told me exactly what it was. Twenty seven yarn balls were precisely measured to represent the land masses of the twenty seven countries in the continental Americas.

Afterwards we headed down to our favourite Miami hotspot, Pao, a fusion restaurant at the famous Faena Hotel. If you have the patience to wait for a table — which can still happen if you make a reservation at a peak time — Pao is not to be missed. Centred around a Hockney unicorn statue with views on the ocean, Pao delights with dishes such as a uni and corn pudding (aptly named the Unicorn), A5 wagyu carpaccio, and adobo rice with duck egg. Plus the cocktails are to die for.

Our drinks from Pao. It's hard to make it out, but the cored passionfruit in the back drink is actually alight.

Our drinks from Pao. It's hard to make it out, but the cored passionfruit in the back drink is actually alight.


I didn't want to say goodbye to Miami after two short days, but alas I could no longer ignore the looming pressure of final papers. However, the brevity of my stay couldn't take away all the amazing experiences I had there. Though I will admit that much of the art's intricacies and technique went over my head, I was still left awed at what I had seen. Here's to hoping my mum has another plus-one for 2018.


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Hack Your Feed: Cool Design Instagrams to Explore

Here are some of my favorite accounts to grace your feed with some quality graphics! 

Appreciation of graphic design (predominantly in the poster domain) has always been one of my hobbies, but not until recently did I discover the booming community on Instagram that shares this love. Albeit, I'm more of a gawker than a creator ("let's drop quantum mechanics to design loudly graphic posters" sometimes does cross my mind though, normally during p-sets), yet this recently curated list has been all my thumbs have been double tapping and scrolling of late. 

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Feeds to Follow: @artlexachung

Feeds to Follow: @artlexachung - recently, I stumbled upon an Instagram account, run by María and Beatriz Valdovín, dedicated solely to Alexa and art. With each post juxtaposing a shot of Alexa and a piece of classic art, I am endlessly scrolling and endlessly inspired. She's a classic (at least to me), she's next to classics, it's all beautiful and worth your immediate follow, whether you are an Alexa super-fan like me or not. 

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Brands to Know: Society6

On the market for some cheap, eye-catching prints to decorate your dorm room, apartment or cushy Vue53 living space? Society6 offers a seemingly endless array of colorful and unique prints designed by their community of online-based artists. Check out the galleries below for some of our favorite products and shop their site here for even more options!

They also offer an assortment of throw pillows, tapestries, t-shirts, coffee mugs, iPhone cases and throw blankets for any of your other decorating or accessorizing needs, with most items falling under $50. Happy shopping!

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Best Art Accounts to Follow on Instagram

In need of some inspiration or a simple dose of artistry interspersed amongst an endless stream of selfies and foodstagrams? Look no further. MODA has rounded up our favorite art Instagram accounts of the moment. From digitally born animation to abstract photography and our favorite painters, keep scrolling for some of the most creative content out there today. 

1 - @love.watts: With over a million followers, watt.son is a well established aesthetic source, from eerie photography to cheeky tattoos, you're bound to find something you like.      

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2 - @ice_cream_books: Follow for a shock of color and all your sweet tooth inspired needs. 

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3 - @thanimara: From her bohemian, rocker chic vibes to her colorful portraits, Thani portrays herself as both an artist and a work of art. 

All images via @thanimara

4 - @copylab : Hillary Clinton in a fuzzy Alexander Wang tank top? Renaissance women donning Givenchy sweatshirts? @copylab reimagines famous works of art from around the world with a humorous, contemporary take. 

All images via @copylab

5 - @paulfuentes_design: A 21st century version of pop art photography, Paul Fuentes' work is always colorful, thought provoking and fun. 

All images via @paulfuentes_design

What are some of your favorite art Instagram accounts? Let us know in the comments below! 

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