In my final year of high school, I switched around a few of my subjects. I’d been taking primarily sciences the couple of years before hand (with English, French and Spanish to maintain something of a balance) but after I’d finished Year 13 bio, I realised that I really didn’t especially want to be doing chemistry and maths. So I dropped both, and picked up art history and classics instead. Very good decision, on my part.
(it should be noted that I wanted to take photography and design, from an earlier age right until the end of school, but was discouraged from doing so. I really wish I’d been more forceful in my younger years)
Anyway. The reason I tell you this is it is a bit of a backstory to the image for today. Our second term of Year 13 art history was dedicted to ‘Modern American Art’, which involved a large chunk of feminist art. And amongst many other artists, Barbara Kruger was one who featured quite heavily in our coursework (naturally, she didn’t turn up in the final exam, though). Her images were not in a gallery setting but rather in places where everyone would see them - billboards, stickers, bags, mugs. Bringing art to the artless, and with a message. How rad.
