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Happy 2017! Here is Some Great Feminist Art to Start the Year Right

Happy New Year, everyone! New year, new you, new — okay, it’s two weeks til the inauguration, the future is uncertain, the past is a bloodbath and everything is scary. So it’s a good time to look at some cool feminist art on Instagram!

Happy New Year, everyone! New year, new you, new — okay, it’s two weeks til the inauguration, the future is uncertain, the past is a bloodbath and everything is scary. So it’s a good time to look ...

Red Bra, Anti-Archive; Object No. 8, Brownsville, Texas, Found 2008

These objects put a face on the migration crisis

I recently attended an exhibition featuring the work of University of North Carolina professor and visual artist Susan Harbage Page. Since 2007, Page has made yearly pilgrimages to the Texas – Mexico border to collect objects left behind by migrants, which she has now compiled into her exhibit, Objects from the Borderlands: The U.S.-Mexico Anti-Archive. The collection is made up of 867 objects including toothbrushes, shoes, backpacks, ID cards, and small Bibles, all meant to remind the viewer of the human face behind the politics of the U.S. immigration debate. 

I recently attended an exhibition featuring the work of University of North Carolina professor and visual artist Susan Harbage Page. Since 2007, Page has made yearly pilgrimages to the Texas – Mexico border to collect objects left behind ...

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“Declaration of Unity” Calls for Racial Justice and Migrant Rights

“Calling the border crossers, footsteps mourning lost homelands. Calling beautiful black men, beating hearts stilled by police bullets. Calling incarcerated mothers, milk souring behind bars. Calling the forgotten bodies, seeping sorrow into the Mediterranean. Calling indigenous peoples, displaced in their own lands . . .”

“Calling the border crossers, footsteps mourning lost homelands. Calling beautiful black men, beating hearts stilled by police bullets. Calling incarcerated mothers, milk souring behind bars. Calling the forgotten bodies, seeping sorrow into the Mediterranean. Calling indigenous ...

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