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Angels of Anarchy
May. 20th, 2010 08:11 pm...although I thought [the surrealists] were wonderful, I had to give them up in the end. They were, with a few patronized exceptions, all men and they told me that I was the source of all mystery, beauty, and otherness, because I was a woman – and I knew that was not true. I knew I wanted my fair share of the imagination, too. Not an excessive amount, mind; I wasn't greedy. Just an equal share in the right to vision.
- Angela Carter, The Alchemy of the Word
The F Word posted a fantastic review of the Angels of Anarchy exhibition in Manchester, a display of the neglected work of all the women Surrealists you never get to hear about in the mainstream history of the movement. I'm shocked to discover how much damn fine Surrealist work I never got to see before, and how many talented artists I'd never even heard of. Thanks ever so much, sexist art historians.
The exhibition's over now, but the website still has some images and resources on there, including the results of what happens when you play Exquisite Corpse on Twitter.
Incidentally, whilst we're on the subject of awesome surreal women: I recently discovered a load of Iris Wildthyme stories are available online. Iris Wildthyme, for your information, is a renegade Time Lady who travels through time and space in a number 22 Routemaster bus that is slightly smaller on the inside than the outside. She may be one of the Doctor's exes. She may be an alternate-universe version of him. She has frequently accused him of stealing all her best stories. If you want some cracky, metafictional New Wave style Who fic, she's your woman every time.
- Angela Carter, The Alchemy of the Word
The F Word posted a fantastic review of the Angels of Anarchy exhibition in Manchester, a display of the neglected work of all the women Surrealists you never get to hear about in the mainstream history of the movement. I'm shocked to discover how much damn fine Surrealist work I never got to see before, and how many talented artists I'd never even heard of. Thanks ever so much, sexist art historians.
The exhibition's over now, but the website still has some images and resources on there, including the results of what happens when you play Exquisite Corpse on Twitter.
Incidentally, whilst we're on the subject of awesome surreal women: I recently discovered a load of Iris Wildthyme stories are available online. Iris Wildthyme, for your information, is a renegade Time Lady who travels through time and space in a number 22 Routemaster bus that is slightly smaller on the inside than the outside. She may be one of the Doctor's exes. She may be an alternate-universe version of him. She has frequently accused him of stealing all her best stories. If you want some cracky, metafictional New Wave style Who fic, she's your woman every time.
