art classrooms are the opposite of liminal space
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it has something to do with the paint on the walls, the tables, the floor, the electrical outlets; the cans with their labels torn off sitting in the sink, full of paint-colored water; the pencil doodles on the tables that get erased and changed constantly; the way everything is arranged slightly differently every time you go in; the half-finished projects everywhere in sight, laying on drying racks, hanging on the wall, propped up on an easel. everything about it suggests continuous use even when it’s empty. it suggests continuity and returning and belonging
thats fucking beautiful what the hell
I think it also has something to do with taking the unknown and the mysterious, and transforming them into real things that can then be shared. Liminal spaces carry this sense of solid reality slipping away into the cracks, or something that isn’t quite real slipping in. Art classrooms are a space where, instead, nothing becomes something.
And it’s definitely connected to continuity; liminal spaces are often tied to Time, and its lack of passing or passing very fast without you realizing it. Art classrooms and art projects mark progression across time, which helps to define reality.
I’d also theorize that it’s an anti-liminal space because people and characters who experience liminal spaces are often being acted upon by other, greater powers. Art classrooms are a space where the student acts. They have power and free will. They have autonomy (excluding the class assignments of course).
Now I have to wonder what else counts as a non-liminal space or anti-liminal space. And would these same characteristics carry across to them?
Metal working shops are also non liminal spaces; everything in a metal working shop, and I would argue most crafting fixated spaces, are Real. Intensely, intensely real. Objects go from every single step of their creation, from their rawest form (ore, wool, string, plants), to every step of being turned into the object they then Are (a shovel, knit blanket, tapestries, dyed material).
Things Are in crafting shops. They Are and then they Become and then they just Are even more. There’s no wispy strangeness, no shifting. The park made on the wall where something banged it will probably stay there, theres paint on the ceiling from a mysterious past accident, the Things you made and make from are There.
I beleive in this very strongly because I grew up andering in my dads welding metalwork shops, and sometimes getting to see my grandmother (step, technically, but she was there MY whole life so) in her wool she dyed from hand written formulas and spun and knit.
There are few things, to me, as Real as the smell of ozone and melting metal, of copper dipped in chemicals to make it shine green and blue like the ocean, of the toughest woman I ever knew turning wool into far better then gold.
Nanny looked around. But, after all, this was a forge. There had been a forge here long before there was a castle, long before there was even a kingdom. There were horseshoes everywhere. Iron had entered the very walls. It wasn’t just a place of iron, it was a place where iron died and was reborn. If you couldn’t speak the words here, you couldn’t speak’em anywhere.
Even so, she’d rather not.
“You know,” she said. “The Fair Folk. The Gentry. The Shining Ones. The Star People. You know.”
“What?”
Nanny put her hand on the anvil, just in case, and said the word.
Jason’s frown very gently cleared, at about the same speed as sunrise.
“Them?” he said. “But aren’t they nice and—?”
“See?” said Nanny. “I told you you’d get it wrong!”
-Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies
A few steps of the current painting. I have very little idea what I’m doing, but the great thing about acrylics is that you can just paint over it when you dislike the outcome. :D
I love watching you draw or paint or just create art. it’s like a work of art creating art.
in 2010 a rule was introduced on the MS Paint Adventures forums banning art that depicted the kids pregnant, in reponse to this a member of the Homestuck music team created a rap album entitled “The Baby Is You” about Dave Strider giving birth to John Egbert, it was deleted from the forums and people were forbidden from talking about it or acknowleding its existence
this is one of those things I came so close to completely forgetting and now here it is
WAIT DIDNT THE GUY WHO MADE THAT ALBUM MAKE UNDERTALE DJSJSMAKAIFIEBMSMAJAJ
Did he? I’d like a source before I say so.
OK here’s how it’s going to work.
On April 1st.
Reblog if you will be participating.
(If anyone wants it would also be awesome to post some tips, tricks and best practices in the days leading up to the body swap.)
Tag works #april fools bodyswap
This actually sounds interesting.
I SUPPORT THIS SO HARD, I want to SEE/READ EVERYONE’S STUFFFFFF
GET READY FOR TERRIBLE BADFIC :DDD
BRACE YOURSELF FOR SHITTASTIC ART
People who like rocks see cool rocks everywhere. People who like birds see interesting birds everywhere. The tree on your yard could be an exceptional specimen. The world around you could be amazing and magical, but you aren’t enough of a nerd to see it.
I gave my mum Alexandra Horowitz’s On Looking: Eleven Walks Through Expert Eyes for her birthday this year, it’s a book that revolves around this idea: the author invites 11 specialists in different things to walk around a boring city block with her one after the other so they can point out to her the things they see, that she doesn’t notice. There’s an expert in typography talking about what the variety of fonts on urban signs can tell you about the city’s history, an entomologist pointing out all the urban insects no one pays attention to, a geologist, a sound engineer…
its a shame dnd has been taken over by “i roll to seduce“ theater kids when rpgs SHOULD be all about acting like this guy
this guy sounds how wearing a wizard shirt feels
this is the only dude allowed to play dnd
So the Weasleys are the rare pureblood family that actually keeps some sort of track of their squibs, right?
Like, 11-year-old Ron knows he has a cousin who’s an accountant, even though he’s aware that it’s vaguely shameful.
So please consider: one of the businesses Fred and George ran out of their back room, in the early days after the Ministry fell, was creating fake family trees for Muggle-Borns.
Weasleys are already known to have enormous families, what’s one or two extra a generation or two back?
(Aunt Muriel is awful, but in the face of Muggleborn Registration, absolutely she’ll admit to having a couple of squib children she doesn’t mention in polite company, because who would, but she’s delighted to learn that magic resurfaced in their grandchildren, why are the men from the Ministry frowning when they deliver such wonderful news, and they can d**n well keep their boots off the carpet. A couple of Muggleborns the Twins kept out of trouble that way sent Aunt Muriel half-joking mothers’ day cards until the day she died.)
They’ve been coming into the library every so often to look proudly at their book on display and tell anyone who’ll listen about how they donated THAT book, it has a sticker the librarian had them pick out that they got to sign their name on in the inside cover and everything!!!! (I saw them once excitedly insist a high schooler grab the book and open it to see the sticker, much to the high schooler’s amusement, lol).
Today they came into the library to ask me where their book was, ‘cause they’d looked around the past little while and couldn’t find it anywhere.
“Ah, that’s ‘cause it’s out right now,” I explained.
Their jaw dropped and their eyes went wide, “It’s out?!”
“Yep! It’s not here because it’s at somebody’s house right now.”
“AT THEIR HOUSE?!”
They started practically vibrating in excitement.
“Yep!”
“Like, for real?”
“Uh huh.” I grinned, “It’s the second time it’s been taken out too.”
“TWICE?! It’s been taken out TWICE already?! Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!!!!”
Something tells me that’s all they’ll be talking about tonight at dinner. lol
this is so pure
supvstheworld