Labor Day, 1993. Jonathan Borovsky’s kinetic sculpture, Hammering Man, which resides outside the Seattle Art Museum (SAM), bore a new attachment: a seven hundred-pound, 19-foot circumference ball and chain, constructed of sheet metal and plate steel. Its cuff was lined with rubber, so as not to damage Hammering Man. There, the guerilla art piece stood for two days, a statement against working-class oppression, before it was removed on Sep. 8 by the Seattle Engineering Department. And as the attachment was detached, the legend was born.
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Seattle Central’s 2022 Student Invitational Opening Reception proved to be an exciting celebration, where students came together to commemorate their artistic endeavors and inventiveness in the school’s M. Rosetta Hunter Gallery.
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Op:Ed: How liking my sexual abuse as a kid sheds light on the importance of sex education for youth
Juan Miguel JocomLooking back, I wonder why I didn't feel violated by what my uncle did to me. Why did I like it? Why did I conflate my uncle's attention with love and pleasure? And why, when I turned 18 and finally realized that what had happened to me was abuse, did I not feel the tell-tale signs of trauma?