“As the son of contemporary art collectors, Jason Rubell spent a fair amount of his childhood at gallery openings and museum exhibitions,” she writes. “By the time he was a teenager, Rubell started buying artwork that caught his eye, using money he’d made stringing tennis rackets. But he never thought of himself as a collector until his senior year at Duke.”
You might think that the title of the exhibition — “Time Capsule Age 13 to 21: The Contemporary Art Collection of Jason Rubell” — can’t be right, that a collection of contemporary art featuring artists like Keith Haring, Jenny Holzer, Sol LeWitt and Francesco Clemente couldn’t have been compiled by a kid between the ages of 13 and 21, but that’s exactly what this exhibition is.
As I showed my reluctant male friend around The Deconstructive Impulse exhibition, I began to learn about the negative cognation in feminism. “They are just so angry,” explained my friend while examining the Gorilla Girls posters. “It’s like they are yelling at me. ” Apparently to be a feminist means you are an angry, bitter woman, who lives alone with cats. No guy wants to be spoken to in an angry tone, and no girl wants to be associated with being a sinister. There is a lack of discussion between the sexes automatically when the word feminism is introduced.