"the radical notion that individuals are in fact free to forge their own personae, social structures notwithstanding, is a guiding principle in the art of drag, which, like all things artificial, fascinated warhol. artists such as nan goldin, catherine opie, and robert mapplethorpe have extended this investigation of the myriad ways in which people can visually constitute their innate or chosen identities, sometimes going beyond warhol to suggest that, when fashioning selfhood, the ‘natural’ and the ‘assumed’ are of equal worth or even indistinguishable."
wall text, regarding warhol: sixty artists, fifty years, the met
"Death of the heart; it’s the ugliest death there is"
“One day I was looking at the red flower patterns of the tablecloth on a table, and when I looked up I saw the same pattern covering the ceiling, the windows and the walls, and finally all over the room, my body and the universe. I felt as if I had begun to self-obliterate, to revolve in the infinity of endless time and the absoluteness of space, and be reduced to nothingness. As I realized it was actually happening and not just in my imagination, I was frightened. I knew I had to run away lest I should be deprived of my life by the spell of the red flowers. I ran desperately up the stairs. The steps below me began to fall apart and I fell down the stairs straining my ankle.” - Yayoi Kusama
"It is not a bad week. She remembers that week. Then she doesn’t remember it. She remembers nothing. All her memories go to noise, go satirical and loud and uncontrollable- they fly like teeth and balloons from her brain to the open bones of her eyes, and clang there, lodge and impact and burst there."
Do you ever feel like an extra in your own life? It seems like I´m
forever stuck in the background, watching other people say and
do all the things I feel inside.
One day I´m gonna surprise everyone with my talents. They
will be laughing and crying and texting me so often that I will
be annoyed. Until then,