“I love cheese–Du dum! I love CHEEEEEEESE! DU-DUM!” Oh, why hello there, faithful Filthy Dreams readers! What’s that? Oh, I’m just singing the iconic song by YouTube mukbanger and the filthiest person alive, Nikocado Avocado, who has become a particular obsession of ours this year! You’re not familiar?! How DARE you? Watch any number of … Continue reading
Have you ever seen a painting of a male nude described as “an egregious demonstration of manspreading”? Me neither. Sure, if a dude is sitting on a train or a bus (preferably not nude, but it’s been known to happen), legs akimbo and junk exposed, ignoring the presence of anyone nearby as he takes up … Continue reading
An unintentional side effect of the recent uproar over the inclusion of Dana Schutz’s Open Casket in the Whitney Biennial is it raised important if seemingly self-explanatory questions about how white artists should ethically represent people of color and their experiences. And no, I’m not praising its ill-conceived inclusion as “opening a conversation.” I’m sure … Continue reading
2016 seems to be the year that the art world rediscovered women. Well, at least in their summer group shows. With this glut of all-women exhibitions, there are valid arguments on either side whether all-women shows are good for the careers of women artists. On one hand, women could be slotted solely as “women artists”–their careers relegated to essentialism and on the other, increased visibility is never a bad thing. Continue reading