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      Heads up BUSTies! A new book is out and it’s called Orgasm. Intrigued yet? The result of a collaboration between award-winning photographer Linda Troeller and author/ ethnographer Marion Schneider, Orgasm (Daylight Books) aims to discuss and accurately portray women’s sexuality, specifically as it relates to the female orgasm, through personal stories and visual images. Read More
  Say what? A comic book festival run and organized by ladies!? It really exists! The Short Run Comix and Arts Festival on Saturday, November 15 at Washington Hall, is probably the coolest, most fun, and inexpensive thing to do with your weekend in Seattle. The main event is free and open to the public and features a ton of amazing indie comix, small press and emerging artists, cartoonists, publishers, zinesters, authors, animators and more! This DIY-centric festival has plenty that is pleasing to the eye and the brain. Read More
I’ve always thought that once I get my hands on a time machine, one of my initial trips will be to 1979 to see if my mom would think I was cool enough to hang with her in Des Moines. “If I Had Known My Mother Back Then” is a more accessible experiment in the same vein. For her latest project, artist Danielle Delph edited herself into photos of her mother as a child and teenager. The result is touching and the pieces are seamless: it is not even immediately obvious who is the mother and who is the daughter. Read More
“Black Moon New York,” opening this Friday at Sloan Fine Art’s site/109, celebrates the fabulously freaky artwork of four female artist friends. Marion Peck, Camille Rose Garcia, Elizabeth McGrath, and Jessicka Addams. The group collaborated with gallerist Alix Sloan last year in Los Angeles with a two-day exhibition, “Black Moon,” that was inspired by their successful and satisfying careers and their rich relationships with each other. Now they are bringing their sisterhood of the traveling paintbrush to the east coast. Read More
  My first encounter with the work of Chloe Fay Worth Smith came in the form of large mounted color print of a mattress stained with menstrual blood. In a group show at Sarah Lawrence College, the work was magnetic and alluring, its uncomfortable subject matter elevated by its aesthetic beauty. The vision, so ordinary in the context of girlhood humiliations, became unfamiliar through her lens, emerging like the mysterious remains of some remarkable event. The image remained emblazoned in my memory, alternately unnerving and liberating me from the abashment that stirred within. Read More