The Pastie Bandits... (a movement)
***UPDATE! WE WILL BE HAVING A LARGE, 3RD ART PERFORMANCE PIECE ON SUPER BOWL SUNDAY WITH 14-15 PEOPLE STRONG. STAY TUNED...LOCATION TO BE DISCLOSED JUST BEFORE... (anyone who would like to join please email/msg me.)
“So I was looking at iPads the other day...” w/my friend @mandybraun 🌹⭐️
This looks like fun & games but there is a real reason to my madness here. #activism#performanceart
I want love & Light to permeate our society everywhere. Yes, we got served and sat inside a Starbucks. (The Apple store was cool w/us & it felt great to just be accepted.) It took about 8 min for the Sbux mgr to come up to us & ask us to cover up or leave. The mgr said we were making people uncomfortable, but we were more covered than some backless dresses allow for.
Is it because American/patriarchal society deems a sexualized woman’s body amoral or inappropriate...Starbucks SEXUALIZED US. Really we were minding our own business, all body parts clothed, chatting & enjoying a cup of coffee...The mgr was simply judging what we were wearing as inappropriate. So a backless dress could show as much skin...would probably be fine...If Gwen Stefani showed up in just a bikini it would probably be fine (showing more than we were...). Is it the amount of money we make? Is it a certain number of Instagram followers we need to have? How far does this go? If people are uncomfortable b/c a patron is black & sitting at a table in SBux waiting for their real estate friend...It’s ok to call the police & ask them to leave? What if a patron is gay & making other customers uncomfortable? How far does this go?
If it makes people uncomfortable maybe it is because they are conditioned & no longer ask the necessary questions. If Tom sat right next to us wearing the same thing Pasties and all would they ask him to leave???
I’m ticked off the more I experience the ridiculousness of how sexualized women’s bodies are, how objectified, and commoditized by a patriarchal capitalism...and more! Down w/white supremacy.
Where does judging people as appropriate or inappropriate end? Was this a justified business response?
Pointing out inconsistencies & contradictions. Asking the questions. Art makes you think. Love & Light ❤️✨❤️
#photography #killerjpeg #starbucks#whatisinappropriate #whatisallowed#civilrights #womensrights
WORLD, I have something to say...
This is one of the first photographs I ever took.
This is my mom.
I was like 5 yrs old when I took this. I remember feeling so happy & Light in this moment...like I was being devilish taking a photo of my mother dancing so freely. (Texas, the 80’s) My relationship w/my mother was fraught. She was an alcoholic & died with alcoholic dementia.
And she taught me so much. Not only in spite of her, but because of her. In the total absence of love...I learned love. I learned grace. I am having quite a life’s journey of my own & I am absolutely loving it. You see I learned to love myself. Not full of ego, not as a narcissist, but out of a deep connection to all that makes me unique (warts & all), and w/the deep, invisible connection that binds us all. I have studied for a PhD, I have struggled as a single mother to put myself thru college, grad school & food on the table. I have raised a beautiful, strong daughter. I lived thru two domestic violent marriages & healed. I have gone blind & had surgeries & am now a photographer. I have traveled to places I never thought I could go. Last year, I died & I came back. (Long story...I am a daily walking miracle) And I know all the secrets now. I know the truth. I know that we are Infinite beings of light. I know that this 3D world we have come to - A soul having a human experience - on a planet of contrasts & limitations is not the reality. It is the dream. We are here to create. And I don’t just mean painting clouds (but yes, that too!) I mean on a meta level. And we often forget who we really are. We are light and love and we can manifest anything we want here. So this moment...This snapshot of my mom dancing disco...It represents a passionate fiery heart of mine that grew from many moments watching my mom dance with big headphones on. Because now I DO IT. It is how I create my life & my dreams. So thank you Mom, thank you for teaching me to dance in bliss/passion/heartache, yes, while everyone can see. Yes, even though I fall sometimes.
WORLD, I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY.
Once in awhile, well, BAM!