Amelia Jones
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The Feminism and Visual Culture Reader
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published
2002
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16 editions
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Body Art/Performing the Subject
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published
1998
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6 editions
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A Companion to Contemporary Art since 1945
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published
2005
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7 editions
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Enemies to Lovers: An absolutely hilarious and uplifting romantic comedy
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Self/Image: Technology, Representation, and the Contemporary Subject
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published
2006
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5 editions
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Sexuality
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published
2014
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2 editions
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Irrational Modernism: A Neurasthenic History of New York Dada
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published
2004
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8 editions
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Seeing Differently: A History and Theory of Identification and the Visual Arts
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published
2012
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13 editions
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Perform, Repeat, Record: Live Art in History
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published
2011
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9 editions
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Performing the Body/Performing the Text
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published
1999
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11 editions
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“In the case of an artistic practice that performs female narcissism..., the threat lies in its making superfluous the arbiters of artistic value. Already presuming her desirability, [she] obviates the modern critical system; loving herself, she needs no confirmation of her artistic 'value”
― Body Art/Performing the Subject
― Body Art/Performing the Subject
“Alicia Brown loved the feeling of swimming. Face in water, smooth stroke, face out of water; another smooth stroke. It was a soothing and peaceful series of motions that carried her from one end of the pool to another, with the sleek turns at each end. Her hand touched the end of the pool, her body turned, her foot danced on the pool edge and she was off to the other end of the pool. There was no time for thought or worry or tension when she swam. There was no need to talk or compare swimming sessions. She looked at Sophie bobbing swiftly beside her, trying another stroke. Alicia preferred her tried and true basic swimming stroke that carried her powerfully from one end of the pool to the other and back again. Sophie had a variety of strokes she used. Alicia was aware that Sophie was coming to the end of her swim. She could see her slowing as she reached the end of a lap. Alicia didn’t want to stop. Not yet, anyway. For one thing, once she was out of the water, the same long list of tasks awaited her. She could feel the tension in her shoulders at the mere thought of having her water therapy end. That’s what she called”
― Stepping Out
― Stepping Out
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