Are Women & Animals Real?

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Exploring intersections of "the animal" & "the feminine" as an investigation of their reality: a poetic research project. Curated by Michelle Detorie. Send submissions/suggestions to femmeferal [at] gmail [dot] com.

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Jennifer Lawrence, photographed by Tim Walker for W Magazine

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Feminist: the person who believes in the social, political, and economic equality of the sexes

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Cai Guo-Qiang: Amazing sculptures in the best museums

"Inopportune: Stage Two,” 2004 Tigers:

Entering the tiger room, you see the violent act- tigers with arrows pierced into their bodies and there’s a very visceral response. Even though it’s completely fake, the tigers are so realistically made that the audience feels pain when they see the them. The pain is not in the tigers, which obviously can’t feel. The pain is really in the person who’s viewing this. So it’s through the artwork, because it represents pain, that one feels this pain and has this very visceral relationship or reaction to it.”- Cai Guo-Qiang

"HEAD ON”, 2006:

Glass sheet and 99 life-sized replicas of wolves, dimensions variable. Installation view at Deutsche Guggenheim, Berlin, 2006. Photo by Hiro Ihara and Mathias Schormann. Courtesy Cai Studio, New York.

"Heritage" 2013:

An installation of 99 life-sized animal sculptures, including pandas, lions, tigers, and kangaroos, all drinking together from a lake surrounded by white sand;inspired by a trip he made ​​in Australia, the artist Cai Guo-Qiang created a huge installation called Heritage, to gather around a swimming pool disguised as a pond 99 replicas of animals from around the world coming to drink. A magnificent work, presented at the Queensland Art Gallery of Modern Art in Brisbane.

Photography: Natasha Harth

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Marilyn photographed by Milton Greene, 1955.

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Marilyn photographed by Milton Greene, 1955.

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"I think the average guy thinks they’re pro-woman, just because they think they’re a nice guy and someone has told them that they’re awesome. But the truth is far from it. Unless you are actively, consciously working against the gravitational pull of the culture, you will predictably, thematically, create these sort of fucked-up representations."
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"Dr Einley explained that even if he caught him and brought him back to the colony he would immediately head back for the mountains. But why? One of these disoriented or deranged penguins ended up showing up at the New Harbor Diving Camp, already some eighty kilometers from where it should be. The rules for the humans are do not disturb or hold up the penguin. Stand still and let him go on his way.

Here he was, heading off to the interior of the vast continent. With some five thousand kilometers ahead of him, he was headed towards certain death.”

— Encounters at the End of the World (2007), Werner Herzog.

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Le flamand rose

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Body Painting - body art

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FLINTHEART, PLANCHETTE

FLINTHEART, PLANCHETTE 

Dirty dove, I loved you even 
when you ate the heart 
of a deer — sliver of dark
meat quivering on your tongue-tip, heart-
ache wrought from the tip 
of your knife. The most tender flesh. 
That which you taste
only just after it dies. Barely dead 
it bled to death still beating 
in your hands. Beheld: 
the doe and her fawn, the black
hooves knocking the blue glass 
of the ice, the thicket
lined with the fur 
of a hare, the circle of chalk
where she stood just before 
she fell. Arrowhead — heart-shaped 
bird — feathers flared 
at your tail — that which guides 
you. One heart always seeking 
a place to dive — always seeking 
another with its same beat. 
For a moment we moved
in the same breast —
tongue-tooth to tongue-heart —
heart mouth to mouth 
with all our jagged red teeth. 

-Michelle Detorie

Thought of this old poem when I dug a feather out of the ground today. 

photo of effigy mounds http://www.nps.gov/efmo/index.htm

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