I have been having way too much fun lately mashing up works of art with images inspired by current events and world leaders.
Do you ever scroll through instagram or flickr and find you're looking at the same kind of photos every day? I do; famous landscapes, skylines from ro...
We have forgotten that perfectly healthy bodies have chub. We have forgotten how to be accepting of our own bodies. We have forgotten that we're perfectly normal. Perfectly beautiful. Perfectly great.
The Crowne Plaza Ventura Hotel appears in Joseph Mallord Turner's Wreckers Coast of Northum...
Although the image was meant as a joke between friends, Escalante put the image on Instagram, and the reactions came quickly: it was really funny. Of course, some also took the image seriously -- as art even -- and the image ended up on display in an Arizona museum as part of an exhibition about guns in art.
In a culture with so many mixed messages about our sexuality, we must ground ourselves to a core of value. Our bodies are not something to be objectified, but rather honored as sacred. We have been given our sexuality for good and not for manipulation or control.
It's okay to take an "it is what it is" approach to the parts of your body that you're not so happy with. Send that part of your body lots of love. Tell that part of your body you love her because she is you and you're pretty awesome.
Women don't give themselves permission to fall apart and we certainly don't want to be seen as not having our shit together. That's become taboo in a culture that, for women especially, demands the lie of seamlessness, of perfection, of freedom from blemishes and funky lighting and embarrassing angles.
It is normal to want to look your best and present yourself well, but we should not let the media make us feel bad about ourselves to profit from us.
"Hippy," she said. "This one's got some hips on her." She continued to pull and sigh and make small laboring noises as she worked. I sought out my mother's eyes, but she didn't seem to notice where Eugenia's remark had landed.
The ugly reality of fake beauty is that it removes authenticity. I never looked like the glamorous photo and I never will. And, that's okay.
This body of work (his first in many years) is the ultimate self-portrait; splaying the artist wide open for his audience, waiting for their judgement call.