Someone, Notify the galleries! Art history is being made by the ones without history—they are laying claim to a narrative told from the craziest hole in the world I’ve ever seen
The under-narrative bellows and shatters all other narratives (hetero whitey bedtime stories and their grownup counterparts) making us (officially) the coolest people who have ever inhabited the earth and its history/ies-
Yes this army of dispossessed Asianlostgirls who desire the romance of being in their lives (prodigiously) will save the world by making everything shitty go away or forcing wiener schnitzels to undergo accelerated evolution toward betterment—more than betterment. Only then will they be worthy of inhabiting this planet with us.
Omg! Omg! Garden of Ashes by Cookie Mueller arrived on hold for me today & it turns out to be a cute, small, gold book the size of my Abstract Door which is precisely what I need to feel motivated to write more right now! TRUE HAPPINESS