The Killing of America (1982)
The fact that the one guy throws down his bag and goes to save the guy, but then he realizes he’s too late. And if you continue watching him, he like throws his hands up and then turns away. He probably feels disappointed that he couldn’t help, but he tried. I bet he didn’t even know the guy. And that really makes me not lose faith in everyone.
watched this atleast 5 times. too powerful not to reblog.
So I wrote on an iv bag, I’ve been thinking of ways of incorporating my writing into context of my art. I find quotes and text in painting to be really kitch and look awful so I decided to bring it into sculpture.
The writing is this:
“Why are all my flowers dead, I gave them water to help them live.
I hooked them up to iv bags and performed blood transfusions with my own liquids.
It’s as if they were in a head on collision, in a 12 car pile up on a highway in August. As if they laid upon the asphalt in the sun, withering to the bone, they pass.
Why are all my flowers dead.”
NOBODY'S SUITCASE: I wrote a poem today. I don't usually write poems. -
I cover up my scabby arms and legs with sweaters and jeans in the summer time,
But still they keep saying, “you look just fine”.
I see the face in the mirror that doesn’t represent mine and force myself to whisper, “you look just fine”.
I eat too much and my shirt is too tight, yet friends…
You are not a drop in the ocean.
You are the entire ocean in a drop. — Rumi (via florealveins)
(Source: seedsofwisdom, via purityhole)
I was not expecting that ending.
what the fuck just happened
they fucking wrecked did u not see
I love this haha