“I’ve been collecting anonymous photographs for many years. During a retreat on the Toronto Islands, I had all these pictures and thought about these lost identities.
Photography has this innate promise that we can take a picture of someone and keep it. But overtime, these pictures somehow become dislodged from their origins, and the people photographed are lost.
There’s a theory from ancient times that says, ‘To capture a memory is like trying to capture a bird in an aviary of birds.
Most of these works are made from cartes de visite, which is a 19th century photographic process invented by André Disdéri in France. They were visiting cards people would trade amongst family and friends – sort of the Facebook of its day.
During the Victorian period, photographers would go out into the world and use cameras to capture everything: animals, exotic people and places. At the same time, there was the capturing of exotic animals.
I started looking at this idea of how the camera aided colonization: our sense of entitlement over other beings and creatures without a critical understanding of what that entitlement meant. The camera, in a way, was an extension of that attitude.
By producing a human-bird creature, I’m marrying the history of what was going on in that period. I’m creating these hybrid beings that sit somewhere between the human and the bird, but also look at the natural history of that time.
All the birds that I photographed in the Royal Ontario Museum’s collection for this series are North-American and are extinct or endangered. Other than the dinosaur, it was the first time that I ever sat in front of a creature that was extinct.
The image is almost life-size. The head of the person or bird is almost as big as your head. There’s a more bodily experience when you see the work in person. It has a different kind of presence.”
Maybe I could build an interior wall for a personal writing space and finish it with veneer plaster, two skills which I know absolutely nothing about but will wildly overestimate my ability to learn through youtube
why is it so hard to even sketch characters from animes, when that’s all I ever did like 15years ago??? not gonna give up on ranma though, one of those days I’ll figure out how to do this!
Seriously, Meduka Meguca is NOT FUNNY ANYMORE. It was funny when the show was airing, that time has passed.
Why do I get so salty when things I spend so much time and effort on are enjoyed by so few, but dumb things I made in 30 minutes in the wee hours of the morning are enjoyed by so many? I guess it only reminds me of how dwindling this fandom is…
I am the shitposter lurking in the shadows, I am the devil giving voice to the unspoken, I am the fiend ruining good intentions, I am the slanderer defiling the pure, I am the ass at the end of the train, I am the fan foaming at the mouth, I am the obsessed preaching their word, I am the devout protecting His purity, I am the follower worshiping His feet, I am the ORIGINAL. WHITE. KNIGHT.
the ‘will people feed you’ discourse rn is very funny and hopefully a wake up call to some of the rude freaks scattered out there across europe, but I do want to note that the cultures we’re talking about are cultures of the affluent. literally everywhere I have visited, working class people share food as a matter of course. everywhere I have visited, working class people push drinks and snacks on you the moment you walk in the door. there’s a layer to this conversation that only exists among people who have the choice to be miserly and unaffected by their neighbours behaving the same way.
the first time I experienced being completely shut out of another family’s mealtime, it was when I was a teenager on an exchange trip to the netherlands. I was staying with this family, and literally reliant on them for food and housing. The day I arrived they explained to me what time mealtimes were, and that I would not be fed unless I arrived at the table on time. One morning I was running a little behind because I had trouble figuring out how the shower worked, and when I came downstairs my hosts were already eating. They hadn’t set a place for me, and they all ignored me and continued conversing in dutch. When I timidly tried to serve myself, they gave me look as if I had just walked in off the street and started raiding the refrigerator. They were an intimidatingly affluent family.
one morning the mother had to drop me off early at my work placement, before the building opened. I was sitting outside on a wall for like 50 minutes by myself with nothing to do, and an older lady running a food cart nearby started chatting to me (she wanted to know I was okay, because I was like 15 and not in school, and was very interested to hear that I was on exchange from scotland). she offered me a free breakfast, and when I said I’d already eaten she gave me a drink and a packet of crisps to keep for lunch, and kept trying to make me try fried things that were apparently dutch specialities but were way too much for me at 8am. she was very sweet and funny, and had infinitely more in common with the poorer dutch students who I would meet at a separate pan-european thing later than with any of the kids or parents around the upper middle class academy we were paired with that year. people are people everywhere, some are just more inclined to worry about appearances than others.
There’s a sort of, “do for yourself and I’ll do for myself” that unnerved me about learning to navigate upper-class friendships and homes. After thinking about it for years, I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s ultimately about maintaining independence and avoiding the class shame of appearing to need others — but the effects manifest as a bizarre standoffishness, an artificial separation of “yours” and “mine”. The class standards they impose on themselves, are imposed on guests.
I was initially baffled that, for instance, family members or friends who come to visit you are often expected to stay in a hotel or at an AirBNB, not at your house. “But you have a whole-ass house”, I would think. “Or floors. And blankets. Lots of things. You can put them in your beds and sleep on the floor, if they don’t want the couch.” Often, they would have guest bedrooms, but these bedrooms were not offered to most visitors. So, you’ve literally got an EMPTY BEDROOM FOR GUESTS, but no?? You expect them to house themSELVES? Elsewhere?? On THEIR dollar? That’s so expensive! Also, to my mind, frankly rude!
I also noticed that my wealthier friends never pick up groceries for each other. They never call or text each other like, “yo, I’m at X, do you need anything”. I think they would risk confusion at best and deep offense at worst, if one of them got a wild hair up their ass and tried it. It’s too personal, implies some degree of inter-reliance.
It makes relationships look and feel artificially constrained.
This is all completely accurate to my experience too. I think a major cultural absence in wealthier social circles is the concept of ongoing reciprocity / gifting relationships. For me, and for more or less everyone I’ve ever met who grew up poor, it is a normal and natural gesture of closeness to offer resources when you have them and to accept resources when you need them. It’s a way of saying that you trust somebody - either you trust them to have your back when you need it, or you trust them to care for you without ulterior motives. I’m talking about small costs, grocery money, meals here and there, maybe a movie ticket if everyone is going and one person can’t stretch to afford it this month. Nobody keeps track of the expenses, you just remember who you have built those relationships with, and you share in return when you get the opportunity.
Larger costs tend to be more difficult, and that’s because often it’s impossible to be sure that you will ever be able to adequately reciprocate. As a teenager I had one friend in particular who was much more wealthy than the rest of us, and he was a wonderfully kind, warm hearted, generous person who would often offer to pay for entire outings or trips on his own so that the rest of us could participate. And it was really, really awkward, because what was a small gesture in his eyes was something that the poorest of us knew we could never pay back. He might not have cared about keeping track of the cost, but we would never be able to forget it, and that would upset the balance of the reciprocal relationship. I don’t think he ever really understood why we would turn him down, it’s nearly impossible to explain what a strong instinct it is when you have grown up with that dance culturally ingrained in you.
All of that is to say that I think my friend’s behaviour ultimately comes from the same background as the people who go through the world hoarding their resources. When you have never been in a position to need a strong relationship that afforded you emergency childcare or a meal of pizza and beans once in a while over, idk, a ski trip once a year, you can’t understand why big sporadic gifts are turned down. You can’t understand why your poor friends keep insisting on paying for their own gas or trying to do you favours you can easily afford yourself. You can’t understand why kids expect to eat dinner with you (because their families would feed your kids, if they ever needed it, and your kids will never need it).
I also noticed that my wealthier friends never pick up groceries for each other. They never call or text each other like, “yo, I’m at X, do you need anything”.
Why did I not realize this until now
my “friend group” had a HUGE falling-out last semester, literally friendship-ending level stuff, because a couple of us would routinely ask if we could tag along to the grocery store when someone else was going there, or to get a ride to the pharmacy ~5min away from campus. There was so much going on but somehow this was the last straw.
Asking to carpool was being seen as unspeakably rude entitlement and I could not for the life of me understand why until I saw this post
don’t go to an expensive private college on abnormally high scholarships, kids. “You’re being given a practically unheard of amount of scholarship money” = “You will be the poorest person at this school.”
Asking to carpool was being seen as unspeakably rude entitlement and I could not for the life of me understand why until I saw this post
I grew up in the upper middle class and I have to say, this is a very enlightening post to read. Now that I’m getting kicked out, I know that I’m about to be so poor that I have to rely on others for help sometimes (without any way to do that because I don’t know anyone), and I’m constantly feeling guilty at the very idea of asking people for anything.
My parents made sure to drill it in my head that asking people for things is rude, and you should never, ever do it, nor should you ever, ever expect it. You have to wait for them to offer it to you, and even then, you have to think carefully about whether or not to accept, because they could be asking only to be nice, meaning it’s not a real offer, and they’ll be affronted if you say yes because then they feel obligated to make due on their offer even when you didn’t realize they didn’t actually want to help. They just wanted to paint the image of being willing to help, with the full expectation that you would not accept their offer,and that way, they are seen as helpful without having to actually help.
Carpooling is actually one of the things I’ve thought about. I don’t have a car or a license, so all I’ve got is Uber to get to work, which is insanely expensive and will eat up all of my paycheck after rent. Now I don’t have anyone to carpool with, because as @headspace-hotel said, all the people I know would see my asking as unspeakably rude entitlement (and I don’t know that many people anyways), and I’ve felt horrible at the idea of asking anyone for carpooling, but you’re telling me it’s just a normal thing to do in poorer circles? They just… carpool? And it’s not rude or entitled to ask for that? And the person carpooling with you is just fine with the fact that you’re carpooling with them?
yeah like generally if you’re not a dick, you’re timely, you don’t get super entitled about it (like angry and demanding or rly pissed if theyre a little late or have a conflicting schedule situation sometimes), and you offer to and then do throw in for gas and maybe like get them a coffee or do them little labor favors back every once in a while like. yeah! for something that’s on a consistent schedule like getting to work, you might ask your roommate who can drive and has a schedule that lines up with yours, and pick up some of their chores in return and on top of the gas & occasional coffee. for smth thats like ‘oh you’re going to X later? I need to go to X it’s right by there. do you mind if i tag along? i’ll [small bribe].’ your bribe might often even get turned down, and honestly, be unnecessary in a lot of situations.
I would like to take a moment to note that, in my experience, if someone working class or lower can’t or won’t feed you, they’ll say so. They’ll say “you need to leave at/before dinnertime” or “I can’t feed you, but if you bring food/etc. for yourself we’re happy to have you” or “hey can you bring a couple dollars for food?” etc.
They’re at least relatively up front about it, and certainly won’t be like “oh we aren’t feeding you” at the last second or whatever. (Although a couple times I have experienced an “oh crap, I forgot to tell your parents you couldn’t stay for dinner, here’s a snack, i’ll call them”)
I feel like my anxiety has been through the roof lately. I’m not sure if this post has a point but I feel like writing about it could help me feel better. I’ve been feeling so numb and so overwhelmed at the same time. Sleeping is rare. I’ve started cutting again, just to feel something. My meds are definitely helping, but I think this is to do with my situation, which is personal but hopefully it’ll work out soon. Am I the only one that likes to bruise themselves? I like to cut in the shower and sit there while the blood puddle grows. I think it’s beautiful. I’m a mess, I know.
