Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.” ~ Rumi

Studio Tangents: Tangents about Nipples.

Marta Spendowska

Are nipples a crime on Shopify?

They are on Instagram. I just had breakfast with a friend who left the Orthodox Church (almost fully), and we laughed about the 21st-century women, their outlawed nipples, loud laughter—the shameless, vulgar beauty of being female.

Somewhere, nipples are still banned. Oceans and beaches were a crime in 2020. Yet, humans are offered chips for their brains. Like that will solve the stupidity.

Where I write and reach no conclusions.

It was 3 a.m., Wisconsin. Breaking Bad all day, deadlines never missed, but close. To’Hajiilee episode, the desert scene.

Hank kneels before death, Walt full of sand and despair, then:

“You’re the smartest guy I've ever met, and you’re too stupid to see he made up his mind ten minutes ago.”

Walt’s tears carve valleys in his face (regrets?), the red mountains witness, and there is this utter silence after gunfire.

“To’Hajiilee” means “dipping water”; it is about the Navajo refusing authority. Their wells run dry, and a pipeline was in limbo, leaving the community thirsting not just for water, but for sovereignty and justice.

We are all thirsty these days.

But I wondered if I would do the same in the face of a possible mortal wound. Be like Hank—would I?

And then there was Walter, no longer subservient, now ambitious, fearless, bold like Kojak, but reckless. Therefore, when does the tyranny start?

I’ve decided—

I like to act on what’s true. Often against the grain. People who do that usually end up like Walt—trapped somewhere between criminal steel desolate containers, in a shitty neighbourhood, with a heart attack, and wet eyes longing for family or a friend to close them.

Something to think about.

Just don’t be a coward. Never be a coward.

Truth is often dangerous.

Like The Star in Tarot: naked, nourishing ground, unconcerned, who watches.

Be like the Star. Always belong to the Heavens and blue sky waters.

Why does The Odyssey still resonate so deeply, especially when we’re exhausted, sleep-deprived, blue-light poisoned, overwhelmed, and trying to hold everything together? Lady of the Library uses Homer's Odyssey to explore modern struggles, relating ancient trials to common stressors.

 

If you’d like to slow-read The Odyssey, here it is:

APS Together reimagines the book club. It has three guiding principles: We read daily. We read slowly, a half-hour each day. We read imaginatively, miscellaneously, individually. A different writer serves as the host for each book, and every morning they share observations and reflections on that day’s pages.

Other Internet Love plucked from the Garden of e-Delights:

  • This woman lives in Siberia all by herself. Imagine the life of your dreams without TikToks and puffy shoulders :)

  • Bored and scared of wasting toilet paper? I found just the thing for you! ps. What is going on in this world?

  • This favorite stack of watercolor paper lasts forever.

  • There is one club I belong to. The Typing Club. Online, free, and makes your fingers flicker on the keyboard with the speed of a caffeinated octopus playing piano!

What I’m working on, studio bits.

I finished another illustration project. It’s been a year of ice cream, wine, and tote bags. These jobs are necessary to get me out of the deranged mood in which I dream up another series of mega proportions, so far outside my norm that I get slightly embarrassed. PS. I never get fully embarrassed. Only, cutely.

The Candy Store Syndrome. Who hates it, and do you offer a class on that?

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Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.”
~ Homer, The Odyssey

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