Author Archives: Susan Scheid

Let Women Speak (or Sing)

I’m writing this because I’m sick and tired of main stream media failures to report at all, or if they do, to report accurately on what is in front of their eyes if only they would bother to look. So, here goes:

Kelly-Jay Keen-Minshull, a women’s rights campaigner, conducted a Let Women Speak event in Auckland, New Zealand, that was overrun by a mob. One of the mob threw tomato soup over her head (hence the head photo). The mob soon after overran the rotunda where women attending the event were set to speak. Without, so far as I am aware, benefit of any assistance from the police, event marshalls had to usher Keen-Minshull through the mob to safety.

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A Maiden Contemplates Kushner

Recently, we visited an exhibition at DC Moore of Robert Kushner paintings. Kushner’s paintings are part of the “Pattern and Decoration” movement in fine art:

“The Pattern and Decoration movement consisted of artists, many of whom had art education backgrounds, who had been involved with the abstract schools of art of the 1960s. The westernised, male dominated climate of artistic thought throughout Modernism had led to a marginalisation of what was considered non-Western and feminine. The P&D movement wanted to revive an interest in minor forms such as patterning which at that point was equated with triviality. The prevailing negative view of decoration was one not generally shared by non-Western cultures.” [cite]

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Faces of Women and a Very Determined Girl, to Music by 2023 Music Award Winner Eve Beglarian

The three faces in the collage at the head of this post are one by Lotte Laserstein, from Im Gasthaus (1927); a portrait of Renata Symonds, Jungian Therapist (2004), by Michael Taylor; and an undated Vivian Maier photograph. They made a fine trio, I thought.

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Three Ancestral Jugs and a Tlingit Comb

My friend Lucy had the very clever idea of making up a Bingo card consisting of works to be found at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. What a treasure hunt it was, taking me to corners of the Met where I’d never ventured.

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