so i'm in the mood for doom and death, right?

probably the death metal. actually i know it is. looking at the cover art made me wanna look at the shit that stuff is based on. cannibal corpse's artist also happens to draw for some comics i've liked.

but Mr Filth talked me into going to Brooklyn Museum, rather than the Met, which we both know has enough cool medieval shit to make a day out of that alone. but he was sick of the met, so he convinced me to go there.

well it had two neato religious paintings, so it was not what i went there for.

i'm like well, i'm here anyway, let's go to the next floor.

well guess what was there? a whole gallery of feminist art. the european paintings were sparse, but the feminist shit was fantastically curated. but that's not what i'm writing about.

i walk in the place and guess what's there. the fucking Dinner Party. the famous work from 1979 that pays tribute to women in history, and as the artist put it, its purpose was to "end the ongoing cycle of omission in which women were written out of the historical record."

i'd seen something on pbs about this and i was like yeah, nice idea. holy craparoo, seeing it in person is quite a different story. it's IMMENSE. and so amazingly detailed. you can spend hours there, reading over the names and looking at all the tokens that are placed at these womens' place settings. i'm not usually down with political art, so i wrote this one off, i was never interested in seeing it in person.

i won't try to describe it too much, i'm not down with interpreting art either. but go see it. if you live in the tri state area, do make time to check out that.

another piece that had me in stitches was "reception"
that wedding cake is made entirely of tampons.