God I hope I am immortalised by my husband for having 40 cats
Fun facts:
It cost $5,000 in 1888 to have this painting made, which is more than $120,000 in today’s money.
I say 1888 because it took three years for Kahler to complete, reportedly because he spent most of the time studying and sketching each cat to get a feel for their personality.
It was painted for Kate Johnson, the title was her husband’s idea though, proving him the most patient and good-humored husband in the history of crazy cat ladies.
Speaking of cat ladies, the picture actually contains 42 cats. Or more specifically, Mrs. Johnson’s 42 most favorite cats. She had 350 in total.
It sold at auction via Sotheby’s a few days ago for over $800,000 dollars, vastly more than its $200,000-$300,000 estimate.
The buyer is a private collector in California.
Probably someone who really, really likes cats.
I mean, really likes cats.
I love that every cat in this picture has a name i dont know. In fact, a name i will never know. Each was loved dearly by someone who knew their names. And now they are immortalised in this painting. Its just so lovely
I felt compelled to make this video because I’ve lived in over 5 different states with my single mother and multiple sisters. We grew up moving from shelter to shelter and staying on families couches after multiple foreclosures and just general bad luck. As a result of my upbringing I’ve become incredibly acquainted with saying goodbye to people only to find you’re unable to sustain relationships as well as you had hoped. That being said, I made him this video to convey my emotions better than just resorting to “it’s whatever, guess our time is up” and just other reductive and deflective things I’d been doing to make it hurt less. My sister posted it because it moved her and I don’t have any social media really so it came as a surprise that my private video mattered to anyone else.
He is my best friend and as confusing as a time as this has been we’re doing everything we can to remain consistent presences in one another’s lives and once we’re both settled in our designated places we’ll reassess what relationship is best. We’re still together and have a little bit of time left so we’re just living in our glorious moments while everything is still certain. No matter what though, he’ll always be family.
Sage Sohier chronicled the love of gay couples in the 1980s in her collection At Home With Themselves. Spurred by the AIDS crisis and the media representations of promiscuity and disease in the community, the project aimed to dispel stereotypes about gay love and showcase lesbian and gay couples of all ages, backgrounds and proclivities, capturing a visual that often went unseen.
“I was interested in how, as a culture, we weren’t used to looking at two men touching, and was struck by the visual novelty yet total ordinariness of these same-sex relationships. The visual ambiguity of same-sex relationships also intrigued me: were these sisters or friends or lovers or a mother and daughter?“
The photographic endeavor was also prompted by Sohier’s father. The book is dedicated to him and his partner Lee.
This is probably one of the most depressingly heart-wrenching photos I’ve ever seen. Native American children taken from their families and put into school to assimilate them into white society. the slogan for this governmental campaign ’“kill the Indian to save the man”. no official apology has ever been issued. never forgotten.
This is why we keep talking. Every child in this photo deserves to be talked about. The children grew up to be adults… adults who suffer from mental illnesses and a lack of connection to a culture/people that never wanted them to leave. These scars are passed down from generation to generation… and in reality the above picture is closer to present times than many would like to admit.
The amount of inter generational trauma from these schools ALONE has caused so much fuckery amongst native peoples.
And barely anybody understands it’s impact because the school systems don’t teach you this forced assimilation.
We actually learned about this growing up but they framed it as a discussion. “Was it wrong to force assimilation?” like it’s fucked up
