Showing posts with label erotica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label erotica. Show all posts
Telegraph - What Is Your Name
As an artist racked by self doubt and perfection paralysis where every production is akin to the breech birth of an antiquarian mutant it is delightfully refreshing when one comes across an ascribed artwork that I have no recollection of ever making! Well, it's that sort of world now, especially in the creative commons...
I have no idea who Telegraph are. The only blurb I can find is from their release 'Cookies': "And another, and another... And another one big and really strong release by our super-residents Telegraph duo! Meet six underground minimalistic deep-house tunes by excellent music-makers from Minsk!"
It's not the sort of music I would normally listen to, but it's not unpleasant. The video footage originally came from my experiment mixing up Marcel Duchamp with Candy Earle called la mariée mise à nu (the bride stripped bare) although in my film the tones are red rather than blue. Thanks to Telegraph for the credit...and for the same on another of their videos called Next Room which is heavily filtered and for the life of me I cannot work out what the source was, but who cares, transmutation is the new paradigm!
The Illusion of Freedom
Arguably my most ambitious project to date I return to my surrealist roots homaging Joseph Cornell and Luis Bunuel. Eroticism, religion, sex and death interspersed with industrial decay and wastelands combine in a mashup that underpins the futility of decadent desire, religious ecstasy and the conflict with the reality of our mundane lives.
I am (again) indebted (and indeed honoured) to be working with the soundscape Ayesha (She Who Must Be Obeyed) (the muse perhaps?) from the album Rosa de lobo by Hyaena Fierling Reich (aka Ana Cordeiro Reis). Her website can be found here...
The album Rosa de lobo can be downloaded from Bandcamp here...
The video files can be downloaded from the Internet Archive here..
Love & Desire - an exhibition of erotic art
Keeping me busy the past week or so has been the Love & Desire show at Spiral Gallery in Bega. A first for this gallery on this theme, and a testament to the renewed energy and outlook of this artist run initiative in a town known more for its cheese than its culture! It is interesting to see how different artists have approached the subject, and how they have interpreted the 'brief', if indeed there was one. Without going into a polemic about what constitutes 'erotic art' (perhaps for a later post?) here are a few of the works that I thought hit the mark and had something to say. Apologies for seeming too egotistical by including my own humble offering among these...
The exhibition runs until 20th August at Spiral Gallery, 47 Church Street, Bega, NSW. Mon-Frid 10-4 and Sat 10-1.
Liam Ryan, Three Graces, 2014, Oil on canvas
Luiza Urbanik, C'mon, 2014, Acrylic on paper
Luiza Urbanik, Kiss Me, 2014, Acrylic on paper
Victoria Nelson, Love Letters 2, 2014, Mixed media
Michael Adams, Mantasy, 2014, Photography
Michael Adams, Penis, 2014, Photography
Rick Andersen, Mouth, 2014, Photomedia
Suzanne Oakman, The Old Couple, 2014, Ceramic and wire
anonymous waves, Return to Reason, 2014, video still
The exhibition runs until 20th August at Spiral Gallery, 47 Church Street, Bega, NSW. Mon-Frid 10-4 and Sat 10-1.
Return to Reason
This mashup (like the title suggests) is a return to some of my favourite themes, and working again with the soundscapes of one of my favourite musicians (emptywhale), who I blame entirely for the development of my cinematic 'style'. The themes of eroticism, passion, death, decay, disintegration, decline and disorder combine in a (humble) homage to Man Ray...
The delightfully dulcet soundscape is From A Clear Sky taken from emptywhale's third album Some Hollow Lullabies. You can download it here...
The HD MPEG movie file on the Internet Archive can be downloaded here...
You can see all of my videos here...
In decline
On a recent visit to Sydney I was struck not only by the unsustainable growth of the metropolis, but in particular by the 'dehumanizing' experience of the M5 motorway tunnel, where one is shot down into the darkness (I must admit the first 300 metres caused by leaving on my sunglasses) and propelled like an electron in a particle accelerator toward an uncertain future accompanied by a soundtrack of engines, exhaust pipes and roaring extractor fans.
Late last year I came across a delightful blog that intersected with this experience and it seems like a fitting start to the new year to bring it to your attention. In decline is described as "straddling the line of decay and eroticism" and lists as its interests industrial decay, wastelands, machinery, disorder and of course the erotic. A recent post:
Spare Ass Annie
When I became captain of the town, I decided to extend asylum to certain citizens who were persona non grata elsewhere in the area because of their disgusting and disquieting deformities. One was known as Spare Ass Annie. She had an auxiliary asshole in the middle of her forehead, like a baneful bronze eye. William S Burroughs
Force of Resistance, Stress, Heat, Collapse
Deformity is contrary to expectation. Horror of the dysmorphic invokes the notion that formal conventions are somehow correct and keeps with the classic aesthetic principles. The revolting appearance of a functionally specific aperture, wets the appetite.
Simple deformity breaks no internal rules, it is aberrant for compromising only exceptions. One can violate conventions without appearing deformed, it is only understood as the violation of what is expected or accurate.
Late last year I came across a delightful blog that intersected with this experience and it seems like a fitting start to the new year to bring it to your attention. In decline is described as "straddling the line of decay and eroticism" and lists as its interests industrial decay, wastelands, machinery, disorder and of course the erotic. A recent post:
Spare Ass Annie
When I became captain of the town, I decided to extend asylum to certain citizens who were persona non grata elsewhere in the area because of their disgusting and disquieting deformities. One was known as Spare Ass Annie. She had an auxiliary asshole in the middle of her forehead, like a baneful bronze eye. William S Burroughs
Force of Resistance, Stress, Heat, Collapse
Deformity is contrary to expectation. Horror of the dysmorphic invokes the notion that formal conventions are somehow correct and keeps with the classic aesthetic principles. The revolting appearance of a functionally specific aperture, wets the appetite.
Simple deformity breaks no internal rules, it is aberrant for compromising only exceptions. One can violate conventions without appearing deformed, it is only understood as the violation of what is expected or accurate.
Eric Tabuchi, Anatomy, 2006, Photography
NOTE: Sadly this blog has been recently removed...I have decided to leave this post anyway as an inspiration to myself if not others...
Bride of Christ
Bob Georgeson, Bride of Christ, 2009, Photomontage
Let's kick off the festive season with appropriate cynicism...
Prelude (to a dream)
Bob Georgeson, Prelude, 2013, Photomontage
Now if you were to seriously ask me what the dream was about I would have to say "You must be joking!"
Little pictures
Bob Georgeson, Untitled Mini Series, 2005?, Photomontage
These earlier ones were done in reaction to a curator telling me I should work 'big'. My (very predictable) response was to go in the other direction. Not quite postage stamp size, but you get the general idea...
Patently pumping
Baron Adolph de Meyer, Fashion picture, Date ?, Photograph
One of the Baron's lesser known pics. Nice shoes, nice stockings, nice length on the outfit, nice pose, nice chair, nice parquetry floor, just nice...
The Nuptial Contract
Bob Georgeson, The Nuptial Contract, 200?, Photomontage
An early one that has never seen the light of day before. Was one of the precursors of 'The Brides of Christ' series when I was 'doing a job' on bridal couture magazines. I don't think it requires any further explanation...
Louise Brooks
It was love at first sight when I first encountered Louise in the bookshelves of the Dickson Library back around 1989. Like many I was at once intrigued and then captivated by this iconographic star, or, as the book that I discovered called her, an 'anti-star'. Her story has been well documented and there are numerous devotional sites out there, and I am not about to join their ranks. Search if you don't know the story. Louise remained a very erudite and beautiful woman, and a cat lover, into her later life.
I was fascinated coming across the documentary below of her time in Europe working with the great director G.W. Pabst. Titled 'Lulu in Berlin' it offers an animated and honest insight into the making of 'Pandora's Box' and subsequent films, as well as Berlin in the 20's...
Louise Brooks
It was love at first sight when I first encountered Louise in the bookshelves of the Dickson Library back around 1989. Like many I was at once intrigued and then captivated by this iconographic star, or, as the book that I discovered called her, an 'anti-star'. Her story has been well documented and there are numerous devotional sites out there, and I am not about to join their ranks. Search if you don't know the story. Louise remained a very erudite and beautiful woman, and a cat lover, into her later life.
I was fascinated coming across the documentary below of her time in Europe working with the great director G.W. Pabst. Titled 'Lulu in Berlin' it offers an animated and honest insight into the making of 'Pandora's Box' and subsequent films, as well as Berlin in the 20's...