This piece pulls no punches. A raw, mixed-media collage that blends street art, graffiti, and punk aesthetics into a bold call for justice. It’s loud, unapologetic, and meant to provoke. Art can be messy, dangerous, and absolutely necessary.
#ContemporaryArt #CollageArt #MixedMedia #StreetArt #PoliticalArt #FeministArt #ActivistArt #PunkArt #PopSurrealism #CounterCulture #BoldArt #RadicalArt #VisualProtest #AvantGarde #SubversiveArt #ArtWithMessage #RawArt #EdgyArt #ArtOfResistance #GraffitiArt
SNEAK PEEK: Tomorrow’s Afternoon Art Critic
We're heading to Chiapas.
Not to a museum — to a wall, a brush, a hand.
Zapatista muralism isn't decoration.
It's declaration.
"530 años y no nos conquistaron"
530 years and they didn't conquer us.
Because we exist through resistance.
Tomorrow: we talk revolutionary art that serves, teaches, defends.
🎨✊🏽🔥
#AfternoonArtCritic #Zapatismo #ZapanteraNegra #EZLN #Muralismo #ArtOfResistance
Rainy-day fun: Finish turning an old essay from an equally old anthology into a zine, email the PDF to a local copy shop always lively and crowded with fellow Jews (albeit unlike me, Hasidic ones), get the chatty person behind the counter to print out one copy on bright paper, commiserate with them after they accidentally stab their own finger with one of the two staples they were kindly adding to the zine’s spine, walk outside during a break in the weather yet with ominous clouds hovering above (doesn’t every day feel ominous of late, even if sunny?), and then with zine and phone camera in hand, wander around before the raindrops start again looking for imaginative spots to take photos of said zine, and then share a sampling of them here, noticing how the same exact zine looks slightly different shades of lime-ish green in different settings.
Which gets at some of what this new (one) zine of mine, “Reappropriate the Imagination!” gets at, even if in a dated way. The #ArtOfResistance is about seeing the world at cross-purposes, as social critics, and letting our flights of fancy take us to otherworldly places, as social visionaries—albeit in my case today, in the most modest of ways via a little zine that let me break free for an hour from the dreariness of these times.
And who knows? Maybe my art—writing—bound up in these 24 pages designed by me (with striking cover art by @synecdocheberlin), will get you thinking at cross-purposes about your own anarchist(ic) art practices and point you in visionary directions. For as fascism redraws everything in its own false and cruel image, rebellious art in the most expansive sense has an enormous role to play in pushing open windows to let in the light of truth and humanness, among so many others things that can crack the edifice that fascism stands on, reminding people of life-giving possibilities and their own creative agency to transform the social conditions.
Night and rain are falling in equal measure now, and I have unfun tasks to do. But there’s one more fun thing here: share the readable and print-ready versions (generously made into PDFs by @_hey_casandra_ from my layout).
DM me your email for the PDFs!
Freedom for Western Sahara: Sahrawis Demand End of Moroccan Occupation at U.N. Human Rights Council
Fascinating artwork made of worn clothing by Sahrawi women challenging Moroccan narrative that all is ok in Western Sahara.
#womensart #ArtOfResistance #UNHumanRightsCouncil #colonialism
https://www.democracynow.org/2025/6/30/sahara_film_fest
GOIN - Lady Guantanamo
Spray paint on verdigris copper plate
120 x 120 cm, n°1/1
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When freedom wears a uniform, who holds the keys?
A fallen icon doesn’t scream — it shames.
Justice, blindfolded. Liberty, gagged.
Empires don’t collapse — they kneel.
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#goinart #goin #artofgoin #kunst #art #streetart #urbanart #masterpiss #graffiti #urbanart #ladyliberty #LadyGuantanamo #PoliticalArt #FreedomInChains #ArtForChange #ProtestArt #ArtAndPolitics #SymbolOfFreedom #ArtOfResistance
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#Remah4Moreton #PeoplePower #ArtOfResistance #Palestine #BrisbaneEvents #HousingIsAHumanRight #Solidarity #AusPol
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Shout it from the rooftops, or at least paint it: “freedom to Palestine & destroy all prisons.”
#ArtOfResistance, or better yet, #ArtOfLiberation, as seen on a #FuckFascism stroll before sunset & Shabbat in Exarchia, Feb 7, because if nothing else, we should dream aloud, so others hear & join us.
A few days ago, the good folks at @unicorn.riot (UR) asked me to comment on the use of Sieg Heil by Musk on the inauguration of the Trump regime. I did my best to cobble some words together—a few of which are pictured here as a pull quote from the UR article—while sitting at a outdoor cafe in the Exarchia neighborhood and trying to get over jet lag. I’m not sure if my brief reflections on the topic were as coherent or nuanced as they could or should be, but I’m grateful to UR for compelling me to think more deeply on both my own feelings about it (as a Jew) and my political takeaways (as an anarchist).
What’s hitting me now—among so much else—is that I don’t want to keep resharing the image of an arm gesture that oversaw the murder of millions—Jews, disabled people, queers, Roma, radicals, and other “categories” deemed impure to the National Socialist body politic. Instead, along the pull quote above, I’m sharing one of our gestures—the street #ArtOfResistance, staking out an anarchist(ic) “antifascist area” in Athens, and in all likelihood, having the organization to largely keep it that way (or battle hard to do so). But beyond merely the “anti-,” such public antifascist culture signals a desire for something much more crucial and life-giving: our aspirations for #AWorldWithoutFascism, how to prefigure as much of that as we can now, and what that could and should look like.
Or as the quote above reads,
“I saw in that salute not merely a culminating ‘hail to victory’ for christofascism but crucially the challenge to us—all of us who are on the side of life—to abandon any delusions we may still harbor that these sadistic victors will ‘play by the rules’ of state, capital, or national borders. We, too, need new playbooks of resistance and solidarity.”
For the article in full:
https://unicornriot.ninja/2025/elon-musk-gives-nazi-salute-during-his-trump-inauguration-speech/
(In the comments below, see the “raw” text I sent to UR, from which they excerpted bits and pieces, in case that interests you.)
Repetition.
As incantation.
As invocation.
As prayer or blessing.
As if two words, when repeated repeatedly, can conjure paths that would have led to a innumerably different present; can bring halt to the bloodlust of modern-day states and capital; can begin repair toward a wholly transformed future.
Repetition.
As ritual.
As communal.
As public or visible.
As if two small words, when repeated repeatedly, can somehow be a container for the shards of loss; can somehow hold and honor the dead; can somehow extend sparks of solidarity when nothing seems capable of stopping genocide.
Repetition.
As rage.
As resistance.
As disobedience or disruption.
As if two tiny words can move mountains when repeated relentlessly, righteously, across every surface of the seemingly entrenched social order; can upend systems of belief and power that make for murderous regimes; can offer the “anti-“ to their fascism.
“Tzedek tzedek tirdof” (Justice, justice you shall pursue)
This Torah line twice over repeats “justice” as reminder that it is far more than a mere word. It is an injunction, an ethical responsibility, an imperative practice. For in Torah scrolls, the loss of even one letter, it is taught, can destroy an entire world. Words matter; they can destroy and create, bring death or life.
May every wall be repetitiously repeatedly overwritten with two words that speak volumes about this brutal time that has shattered bodies and hearts—and aspirations that their weaponry can’t annihilate—until all walls crumble by our hands, and we find borderless, bountiful “free, free, freedom” awaiting with open arms.
(photos: small sample of #ArtOfResistance” using the same two words, as seen in various cities since October 2023 to now)
Repetition.
As incantation.
As invocation.
As prayer or blessing.
As if two words, when repeated repeatedly, can conjure paths that would have led to a innumerably different present; can bring halt to the bloodlust of modern-day states and capital; can begin repair toward a wholly transformed future.
Repetition.
As ritual.
As communal.
As public or visible.
As if two small words, when repeated repeatedly, can somehow be a container for the shards of loss; can somehow hold and honor the dead; can somehow extend sparks of solidarity when nothing seems capable of stopping genocide.
Repetition.
As rage.
As resistance.
As disobedience or disruption.
As if two tiny words can move mountains when repeated relentlessly, righteously, across every surface of the seemingly entrenched social order; can upend systems of belief and power that make for murderous regimes; can offer the “anti-“ to their fascism.
“Tzedek tzedek tirdof” (Justice, justice you shall pursue)
This Torah line twice over repeats “justice” as reminder that it is far more than a mere word. It is an injunction, an ethical responsibility, an imperative practice. For in Torah scrolls, the loss of even one letter, it is taught, can destroy an entire world. Words matter; they can destroy and create, bring death or life.
May every wall be repetitiously repeatedly overwritten with two words that speak volumes about this brutal time that has shattered bodies and hearts—and aspirations that their weaponry can’t annihilate—until all walls crumble by our hands, and we find borderless, bountiful “free, free, freedom” awaiting with open arms.
(photos: small sample of #ArtOfResistance” using the same two words, as seen in various cities since October 2023 to now)
Σαν σήμερα, το 2008, στη γειτονιά των Εξαρχείων της Αθήνας, η αστυνομία δολοφόνησε τον 15χρονο αναρχικό #Αλέξη #Γρηγορόπουλο, πυροδοτώντας μια καταιγίδα θλίψης και αντίστασης. Υπάρχει πολύ #ΤέχνηΤηςΑντίστασης σήμερα σε όλη την Ελλάδα, στους τοίχους (όπως αυτό το γκράφιτι που είδαμε χθες το βράδυ στην Αθήνα) και στην πράξη/δράση, τόσο σε ανάμνηση του Αλέξη όσο και σε αντίδραση στην πρόκληση της κυβέρνησης να ξεκινήσει την έξωση όλων των καταλήψεων στις 6 Δεκεμβρίου.
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On this day, in 2008 in the Exarcheia neighborhood of Athens, police murdered 15-year-old anarchist Alexis Grigoropoulos, setting off a firestorm of grief and resistance. There is much #ArtOfResistance today across Greece, on walls (such as this graffiti seen last night in Athens) and in practice/action, both in remembrance of Alexis and reaction to the government’s provocation to start evicting all squats this December 6.
@Cindy Milstein, December 6, 2019
Βίντεο (Uploaded on 23 Σεπ 2009) της Ενωτικής Πρωτοβουλίας φοιτητών Πολυτεχνείου Κρήτης για τις κινητοποιήσεις του Δεκέμβρη '08.: https://vimeo.com/6716565
Πορείες για το νεκρό μαθητή: https://www.flickr.com/groups/demostrations-for-alexandros-grigoropoulos/
#MourningOurDead #FightingLikeHellForTheLiving #MendingTheWorld
#BraveSpaces #CareNotCops
#RestInPowerAlexis
Mourning the martyrs, fighting for and with the living.
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Killed in Gaza / tuées a Gaza
“This dataset provides daily values for those killed in the Gaza Strip since October 7th, 2023. There are currently 362 days of reports from 2023-10-07 to 2024-10-02.”
Source: data.techforpalestine.org
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Collaboration
@collages_feministes_montreal_
@collages_feminicides_montreal_
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The unquiet dead. Fresh, lengthy wheatpaste on the busy shopping area of Rue Ste-Catherine O in Montreal, on the stolen lands of Tiohtià:ke/Mooniyang, as seen on October 5, 2024.
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#RebelliousMourning
#ArtOfResistance
#ArtOfRemembrance
#UntilAllAreFree
Mourning the martyrs, fighting for and with the living.
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Killed in Gaza / tuées a Gaza
“This dataset provides daily values for those killed in the Gaza Strip since October 7th, 2023. There are currently 362 days of reports from 2023-10-07 to 2024-10-02.”
Source: data.techforpalestine.org
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Collaboration
@collages_feministes_montreal_
@collages_feminicides_montreal_
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The unquiet dead. Fresh, lengthy wheatpaste on the busy shopping area of Rue Ste-Catherine O in Montreal, on the stolen lands of Tiohtià:ke/Mooniyang, as seen on October 5, 2024.
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#RebelliousMourning
#ArtOfResistance
#ArtOfRemembrance
#UntilAllAreFree
Vigil for Aaron Bushnell
and the 30,000+ People Killed in Gaza
Sunday, March 3, 6:30 p.m.
Gather by the Craven Street Bridge on the Wilma Dykeman Greenway by the river in Asheville to share words and silence in remembrance. That’s the same, now-sacred spot that we held a Public Mourner’s Kaddish in the early days of the genocide against Palestinians, and more recently, a remembrance for Tortuguita on the one-year anniversary of their murder-by-cops in Weelaunee Forest.
We’ll set up a DIY altar and gather around it. Bring flowers, candles, art, banners, and other mementoes to add to it.
We’ll have a few printouts on hand of “Memories of Aaron Bushnell as Recounted by His Friends” for folks to read excerpts aloud, and hold space for sharing thoughts and feelings, other readings, and/or songs/music.
Come as you are; bring your full self. And wear a mask for the collective care of all.
— self-organized by some AVL anarchists,
in love and rage 🖤💔🪬🍉🔥
#ArtOfRemembrance
#ArtOfResistance
#MourningOurDead
#FightingForTheLiving
#MendingTheWorld
#UntilAllAreFree
If you missed the first one that some of us pulled together, don’t miss this second one. Art on its own can’t halt genocides, but it opens up heart space. And it can open up minds, whether via agitating them, educating them, or nudging them to join in self-organizing other forms of resistance. Plus it creates a visual landscape of rebelliousness and ungovernability, love and rage, helping to shatter the pervasive “normality” that fascism thrives on.
Let’s imagine, assert, and illustrate far different worlds! And also carve out spaces for ourselves to somatically, conversationally, and communally process the horror and heartache of genocide together.
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Radical Imagining for a Free Palestine:
Art-Making and Discussion
Sunday, March 10
4–6 pm
@firestormcoop
1022 Haywood, AVL
Join crafty radicals for some hands-on art-making to visualize both our resistance to the genocide in Gaza and visions of freedom in solidarity with Palestinians. Share the fullness of your thoughts and feelings during a facilitated discussion about the role of art in social transformation, including here in Asheville. Gather with others as we continue to cultivate community and explore possibilities as counterweights to the bleakness of these times.
Various art supplies will be provided, but also feel free to bring your own crafting materials to use and/or share.
All ages welcome!
(Photo by @coreybriephoto, used with consent, of the first Radical Imagining for a Free Palestine)
There is an art to resistance. An intentionality that strives to interrupt the ugliness of genocide and simultaneously enact beautiful alternatives through all sorts of do-it-ourselves direct actions, including art.
What difference does art make?
Like so many of our anarchic solidarity efforts, it may at best only slow the killing machine momentarily, not stop it. That palpable sense of the limitations of the massive resistance going on across the globe fills so many of us with deep wells of despair. Art can aid in nonetheless continually illustrating a social critique and social vision, drawing out paths from “the world that is” to “the world that could be.” Without that, we are truly lost. All is truly lost.
Moreover, when we engage in collaborative art-making, we also make rebellious room for sociality and connection on our autonomous terms—for communal grieving and rage, communal processing and even joy, or what someone recently called “tender heart spaces.” We find and (better) get to know each other as we hand-craft creations that speak to our solidarity and dreams. We revive ourselves a bit via the somatic aspects of art-making and delight in seeing what each other has made. And often from there, we go on to self-organize other forms of resistance or weave tighter bonds related to the resistance we’re already collectively involved in. Mostly, we are reminded that we do indeed have the power to imagine and craft other lifeways while we fight for life.
This Sunday, February 18, from 11 am to 1 pm, @shadow_patterns will bring a whole slew of art-making supplies to @firestorm as inspiration for “Radical Imagining for a Free Palestine”—such as the example pictured here from a recent community gathering in solidarity with Palestinians. Feel free to bring additional art materials to use/share. We’ll also chat about ideas related a creative commitment to resistance.
All ages welcome! Masks required (free ones available).
My anarchic Palestinian solidarity lit tables may not be the most photogenic, but I’ve given away more free zines in person—from an ever-increasing batch of titles—in the past 50+ days than I have since the pandemic began. A lot! There’s an eagerness to learn; there’s an openness to ideas and alternatives.
Each time, as folks gladly, voluntarily, and appreciatively take zines, it underscores for me that paper—humble 8.5x11 copy paper—can be a powerful “weapon” in our arsenal of the #ArtOfResistance. The stuff of shifting hearts and minds, which in turn can shift practices, organizing, and actions.
Paper can also be a cruel weapon in the state’s arsenal. Repeatedly, the Israeli government has dropped zine-like flyers from planes that likely drop bombs too, with increasingly absurd and terrifying instructions to those on the ground in Gaza. The stuff of shifting humans from their homes or hospitals, with barely enough time for their hearts and minds to process the magnitude of loss, nor avoid genocide. Or there’s the paper used by other states to write orders for military hardware to ship to Israel, or the paper of politicians used for legislation to affirm hate and murder.
Paper matters, far more than beyond its weight. Indeed, maybe its lightness, its seeming insubstantiality, is deceptive.
Not that the countless zines I cart around and gift out—or the DIY library books a friend of mine just told me they tabled with and loaned out at a public, rad Jew Shabbat in solidarity with Palestine, or the paper that gets utilized for public screen-printing efforts to make rad, artsy posters for solidarity demos, or the tissue paper we cry into so as to mourn the dead well and better find resilience to continue our fight for the living—is enough to blanket this world with the kind of wholesale social transformation that’s necessary for any sort of liberatory path out of this bloodlust mess.
Yet maybe—just maybe—what we put on our paper does in fact “paper the way” toward far more than we can imagine, because we’re already imagining lives beyond their borders, their prisons, their statist murder machines.
Mourning our dead—who herself did so much to mourn via her music against the often-murderous violence of the Catholic Church, colonialism, anti-Blackness, patriarchy, fascism, and more—as seen wheatpasted in a bunch of public places around so-called Asheville, NC.
There’s such strength in this image, with eyes so intent on seeing and confronting hard truths, underscoring her own lyric, “I’m proud to be a troublemaker.” And yet there’s a sorrow to this image, to those eyes, that almost unwittingly makes one start replaying other lyrics of hers, tape-loop style, in one’s head: “To say what you feel is to dig your own grave.”
Others have already said this, but it hits me every time I see this outdoor “altar” to Sinéad O’Connor / Shuhada’ Sadaqat: she, like other brave feminist truth tellers and healers, should have been honored in life, not relegated to a social death during life, nor had life made so hard and repeatedly abusive that death came too early.
May her memory spark a blessed revolution.
(photo: black-and-white headshot of Sinéad facing directly at the camera, with eyes wide open and no smile on her face, pasted on a buffed-gray, formerly graffitied wall)
#ArtOfResistance
#ArtOfRemembrance
#MourningOurDead
#MendingTheWorld
