Rosie. Flawed But Flawless With a Love of Oxymorons: This dream isn't feeling sweet We're reeling through the midnight streets

I've been thinking a lot about the term 'Art Hoe' recently

I first heard the term on tumblr, where the idea originated (I think), and the little art hoe community that had sprung up out of aesthetic and art blogs seemed like a warm welcoming space for me.

Art Hoe essentially describes the kind of person, usually a girl because of the reclaimed slut shame-ey term but it's become fairly gender neutral, who connects with art and the art world. They go to art galleries and appreciate great works while simultaneously becoming a work of art themselves. They work in journals and take photos of things they find beautiful, love a good artistic selfie and pressed flowers.

urban dictionary definition of art hoe

'a hoe who is mysterious and chill and like hippyish and good at art'

'damn, I wish I was an art hoe like her'

Of course because it's tumblr it's become confused with wearing cropped turtle necks, being petite, american apparel and owning kankens, while obviously the way you look can add to the whole idea of the art hoe persona it's both a lot more and a lot less than that.

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(Hell I tick all of those boxes apart from being petite)

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I think really art hoe is just loving art to an extent that you can't imagine being without it, not so much in a co-dependent relationship way, just that it has more of an influence in your life than

'oh I've been to the Tate Modern with my school.... yeah no I didn't really get it'

It makes me laugh kind of, how the tumblr art blog I had to make for art foundation (FOR NO REASON!!!!) has nearly 500 followers and my actual tumblr has less than 200 and I've had it for about four years. And while I like my art blog and I'm proud of some of the content on there, I really wouldn't have the same following if it weren't for the fact I tagged every post with art hoe just as an act of rebellion against the fact I had to do it.

This also links to my trip to Stockholm ('look at ALL the LINKS' as my tutor would say) because of the amount of time I spent at the Moderna Museet on the island Skeppsholmen in Stockholm, it's probably one of my favourite modern art galleries I've visited. The simple layout that takes you through the collections chronologically starting from art work from 1840s to the present day, the art books laid out in the little break rooms that separate the exhibition rooms for you to read up on the artists and the fun visual layout of the art work that means you're constantly looking up and down the walls, ceilings and floors just to make sure you're not missing anything.

I feel like this was a real low key art hoe look, when maybe you don't quite want to dress as the art, more like the artist. I call this 'Picasso's Lost Kid From The 80's'

turtle neck - asos - skirt - charity shop - shoes - new balance

I secretly love this type of photo, not because I especially feel like it really looks like or represents the piece, just because of the groups of people who will literally leap out of the way when they see you trying to take the photo. This time it was a group of French seniors who were so ecstatically pleased to be seeing the art it warmed my arty heart considering most old people in art galleries seem to just grumble about youths on their mobile phones all the time.

As I was reconnecting with Andy Warhol an American woman started talking to me about how she just couldn't understand how the faces in the painting all looked the same, which is when I had to explain they were screen printed and then me and her and her husband sort of looked at another Warhol print together for a while.

This was probably one of the most unique exhibits I'd seen in a while. The work was laid out on a surface well over 5ft tall, which made me think about how some of my friends wouldn't be able to see anything there unless they were lifted up or wearing really tall shoes. Each piece was laid out on the lit up squares and they looked like found objects from the kind of river people throw trolleys in, dipped in pastel acid. They also looked like bath bombs. There was a lot of wire. And shoes.

This was really cool, this artist that I cannot find the name of would go round charity shops and second hand stores of the city he was exhibiting in to find interesting bits of culture about the people who live there. It was crazy to see records, books, statues and memorabilia that weren't comparable when on their own brought together presented this life of someone in a really well executed way. I wasn't in anyway a knobby instillation piece.

This was in an exhibition not affiliated with the museum but was in a little house on the side and looked like someones 2nd year fine art piece in the best way. It was all projections and flickering lights and this bit of wooden flooring that would vibrate when someone passed it. It was kind of pretentious but I loved it regardless.