Sculptress Ruth Vodicka alters the shoulder of her statue of William Tell, 1956. (She also used her tools to do welding repairs for neighbors.) See more photos here.
(Andreas Feininger—Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)
A mix inspired by the incredible female avant-garde musicians of John Zorn’s label, Tzadik (which I’m drooling hard over lately). And there’s plenty more where these came from… I’m thinking I might make a volume two in the weeks to come. Most of these women have collaborated with each other at some point, so many of the artists here are represented multiple times, just under different project names. Enjoy.
Wondeur Brass - Peau de Chat
Catherine Jauniaux - Origine Des Femmes
Lindsay Cooper - The Hanging Garden
Virgule IV - Trahi Ton Secret
Maggie Nichols + Lindsay Cooper + Joëlle Léandre - Heads Will Roll
Guigou Chenevier & Sophie Jausserand - Femmes D’Interieur-Femmes D’Exterieur
News From Babel - Black Gold
Syzygys - Fauna Grotesque
Tenko and Ikue Mori - Payment in Blood
Okkyung Lee - Upon A Fallen Tree
Phantom Orchard - Cascade of Joy
Susie Ibarra - Fractal 4
Sylvie Courvoisier / Joëlle Léandre / Susie Ibarra - Mini One
a few ruminations, spoken in as few words as possible ||
rekindling my affection for lydia a. k. lunch and it feels guuuud. uc applications leave me feeling like a raisin (shriveled up, meek, not especially sought after). feeling so captivated by rokeya sakhawat hossain’s life – only making impending decisions more fuzzy. polarity. i bet many things are a lot more similar than i think they are. i simply cannot wait to make some candles.
lamenting what feels like a steady decrease in tactile pleasures. feeling more like one who silently appreciates, and less like one who ventures to create the things she deeply admires. abraded by a bizarre fearfulness. and periods stink.
the girl at VC who has given me discounts for a long time (often upwards of 50%) wasn’t there today. i was buying tampons and oatmeal soap and i overheard two clerks whispering about her. these are the snippets i heard: “(her name)” “i want to videotape her doing it” “this is the kind of stuff they do when you’re not around, man” “i’m going to go behind her one of these days and watch her” she must be giving discounts to a lot of people. i was feeling really guilty as i stood and eavesdropped and i wanted to tell them that i’d reimburse them for all the unwanted discounts i’d taken because i’m too much of a coward to say “hey, no thanks” – but of course didn’t, because that would be really strange, plus, i didn’t want to rat her out. i left, glad to have paid the full amount for my tamps and soap, and scurried home with a crumpled wad of toilet tissue shoved awkwardly inbetween my labia.