More Context W/r/t Museum Guards, Living Wages, And Essential But Often Overlooked Arts Workers

more context w/r/t museum guards, living wages, and essential but often overlooked arts workers

“An Artist an Met Museum Guard Whose New Work Is About Pay: Her Own,” (Emilie Lemakis) | 2022,  New York Times (paywall; I’ll try to get screengrabs up soon)

“Invisible Man: At the Whitney, Fred Wilson Comments on the Status of Museum Guards,” (Fred Wilson) | 2012, Art Observer (open access article; the Whitney has information about the works here)

“Visiting Hours,” a poem by Essex Hemphill (1957-1995), who worked as a museum guard in Washington, D.C. | 1992, Ceremonies: Prose and Poetry, Plume: 1992, screen capture from archive.org)

And it's good to be alive, crying into cereal at midnight.

Florence + the Machine, “Girls Against God,” 2022

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Support for Afghan Refugee Students, organized by Kristin Ferebee

My name is Dr. Kristin Ferebee. From 2019 through 2020, I taught English at the U… Kristin Ferebee needs your support for Support for Afgha

This is a new fundraiser that is just now being launched by a few people working on this project. Please consider sharing and donating if you can.

Right now, people are very focused on helping Ukrainian refugees, and a lot of support is being sent in that direction. That’s great— but in the meantime, a lot of people are still struggling to find any way forwards from Afghanistan as the situation there continues to deteriorate.

This is a smaller fundraiser that is specifically focused on covering expenses for Afghan undergraduate students who need help as they try to find permanent places to continue their schooling. This might be test fees, travel expenses, visa applications, computers, et cetera.

I’m happy to talk further about the project if you want to reach out to me.

To a Friend whose Work has come to Nothing

Now all the truth is out, Be secret and take defeat From any brazen throat, For how can you compete, Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbours' eyes? Bred to a harder thing Than Triumph, turn away And like a laughing string Whereon mad fingers play Amid a place of stone, Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult. 

Wm. Butler Yeats, 1916, Responsibilities and other Poems‍. (source)

I said HEY!, girl with one eye / I’ll cut your little heart out cos you made me cry

“Girl with One Eye (Bayou Percussion Version),” Florence + the Machine, 2009.

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