Cuspian

yogi.astrologer.aries/taurus cusp-ian (sun, moon).Sagg rising.queer.punk.feminist.tea connoisseur.art & music obsessed.fashion admirer.

blackyogis:

"Yoga teaches us to cure what need not be endured and endure what cannot be cured," ~ B.K.S. Iyengar

Tameka Lawson teaching yoga in her Chicago community. Follow the link to read about the work she is doing in her community 

It is even more powerful and encouraging that Tameka Lawson resides IN the community and works with the community. Rather than the community being rescued from an outside force. 

This is one of the many things wrong with yoga in the west. There should never be a picture of iyengar and a “shop now” link in the same picture or sentence. This disgusts me.

This is one of the many things wrong with yoga in the west. There should never be a picture of iyengar and a “shop now” link in the same picture or sentence. This disgusts me.

ras-al-ghul-is-dead:

A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s  wanting to take photos with the LOVE statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society.  Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.  In this event, artist activists staged a scene where Kieth A. Wallace, an Actor, pretended to be dead for an hour in front of the statue while others took turns holding a sign with “Call Us By Our Names” written on it.  

To see more photos from this performance, check out #CallUsByOurNames on Facebook. 

I am not a journalist, I am merely a friend of the artists involved.  I was not at this event.      

As the photos show, the social experiment and silent protest highlighted the peoples reaction in the foreground of the photo. In this context the people become the performance art, and the faux dead body becomes a backdrop.  As an artist, I don’t want to give you my interpretation of the art of these photos. They should speak for themselves.  But I did talk to Lee Edward Colston II, an actor, who was involved in the event.  

Here are some of his observations of the social interactions he witnessed: 

I don’t know who any of these folks are.

They were tourists I presume.

But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.

"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."

(Laughs.)

There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.

The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”

One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.

There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”

"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’

#CallUsByOurNames

The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.

—Carl Jung