“Watteau you lookin’ at?”
(via National Gallery of Australia)
I wonder how many people get that joke.
As of 10.44pm on Saturday the 2nd of July the answer to that rhetorical question is: Approximately 7.
MORE LAUGHS AT MY GENIUS PLEASE
Agnes Richter, held in an asylum for the insane in the 1890’s, embroidered text on her jacket, which was part of the uniform given to patients at the time.
from the Prinzhorn Collection
The Ornamented Being: Heartbreaking. Also I found this to add on: Agnes Richter, a mental patient in Austrian asylum, embroidered her jacket with text. Through the script she transcribed herself into time, space and place. Her writing orients and disorients. Made in 1895, it is a standard issue uniform given to mental patients at the time. Richter has embroidered so intensively that reading impossible in certain areas of the garment. Words appear and disappear into seams and under layers of thread. There is no beginning or end, just spirals of intersecting fragmentary narratives. She is declarative: “I”, “mine”, “my jacket”, “my white stockings…., “I am in the Hubertusburg / ground floor”, “children”, “sister” and “cook”. In the inside she has written “1894 I am / I today woman”. She has also re-embroidered the laundry number printed on her jacket “ 583 Hubertusburg”, almost transforming something institutional and distant into something intimate, obsessive and possessive. It is a compelling piece of hypertext and untamed writing.
Tracey Emin eat your heart out.
when a girl walks in with that itty-bitty waist,
and a round thing in your face you get SPRUNG