HommieSexuals

"Feather," Sharon Shapiro, Watercolor on Paper.

This blog is officially on a roll with the sex theme.

"Madonna Inn," Sharon Shapiro, Watercolor on Paper.

Who me?

Went to Tanner Hill Gallery

had lemon meringue

saw the Sharon Shapiro show "California."

"Heaven," Sharon Shapiro, Watercolor on Paper.

Paintings of 70's Playboy images

with some nice frantic stroking.

"Sunday," Sharon Shapiro, Acrylic on Canvas

It's interesting how many artist make work on the subject of pornography. John Currin, Cecily Brown, Thomas Ruff, Larry Clark, just to name a few well-knowns.

"Busy," Sharon Shapiro, Watercolor on Paper

But here's my beef, I am not convinced they are making work on the subject of pornography as much as they are just commandeering the imagery. Some artist are inspired by pornography, eager for their work to posses the same carnal energy. Some are perhaps trying to "elevate" it to a higher level through slightly abstracted replication.

"Pearl," Sharon Shapiro, Watercolor on Paper

Where are the artists actively engaging and challenging the mechanism of pornography itself? That work I haven't seen yet although Jeff Koons was on the right track when he pointed out the very thin veil between high art and high poon.

Changing tracks only slightly. It's John Q at Outwrite.

Andy, Joey, Wesley curated an issue of JOSH and had a launch party.

I spent too much time talking and they sold out before I could buy one. Story of my life.

It's Trevor! He knows how to smooth talk a bartender.

and he's got a new cute pup!

Also happening the same night and at the same time at Charis, poet Eileen Myles gave a reading to raise money for the Atlanta Queer Literary Festival. Since I missed it you'll have to settle for a poem instead of a picture.

OHH

by Eileen Myles

Baby's

apricot

with

its

tongue

hanging

out

I fight

the constant

conscious

conscious

I fight

for

you.

Donkey PUnched

There's so many things happening around us right now it's hard to keep it all straight. This is going to be a very link heavy post, I can feel it already.

Green egg!

Speckled egg!

Mocha egg!

Weirdly unequal twins! Forgive me, I just finished reading Animal, Vegetable, Miracle for the third time.

Trying to jazz myself up for another stab at gardening

which is now covered in weeds instead of snow.

So much copulation in the air. On the heels of seeing "My Sweet, Sweet...." there is also this show to consider.

Stuart Horodner curated for Haverford College and included the controversy-stirring David Wojnarowicz and Andres Serrano among others and more locally Forest McMullin and Larry Jens Anderson (both of whom are also currently on view at the Dalton Gallery)

not to mention Nancy VanDevender who did an awesome wallpaper based on bathroom graffiti found on the college campus. You really should check this out.

Taken from the show brochure: "Sex Drive asks us to consider the conventions that govern sexuality, as well as its unruly power."

There is also this interesting addenda "The Google Blacklist" of words that Google refuses to autocomplete for you in the search field.

Lots of them. 2600! All kinds of delightful topics like double donG, goodpoOp, bEaver clEaver, electrotorTure, tentacLe (eh?), or, even more oddly, happy slapping Video. I feel like this is solid material for an experimental poetry reading.

I had to google a few myself, like shrimpinG isn't nearly as dirty as one may imagine.

Others are best left a mystery. Oh America! Land of the free!

Davendra warming up for spring.

He told me about another term involving the word omelet but it didn't seem to have made the list.

All this dirty talk.

It's time for a brief musical interlude.

Went to Starbar

and saw Reptar play.

Those guys were all goodviBes

got us drunk and vibratoRing.

Since when is taiNted love more than just a depressing and often covered song?

Back to the topics of censorship and David Wojnarowicz (how long before google blacklists his name?) Emory held a screening and panel discussion for "A Fire in my Belly" in response to the National Portrait Gallery ball gaGing artists and removing the video from their show "Hide/Seek: Difference and Desire in American Portraiture".

Here is what I think is the full 20+ minute version. Watch what those cornhOles got all jizZed up and honkeY over when they whipped out the chastity bElt.

This is the 4 minute version removed from The National pole sMoking Gallery.

Here's Wojnarowicz talking some wanKing sense.

And even better is this ball kiCking statement by the show curator, Jonathan Katz. It's really worth reading.

Look on the Backside

Things are moving right along.

Big things, lovely things, some covered in paint.

Celebrated the end of my twenty day no alcohol liver cleanse

with muddled berries, St. Germaine, Cassis, Sloe Gin, Rose Champagne.

It makes for a party

celebrating (ok, more like lamenting) Skulzie's departure.

Hmpf.

Went to Dance Truck Friday night.

This duo was pretty funny

though I'm not sure if they meant to be?

And the Beyonce bit was clever.

They danced to a voice mail recording of a woman giving a laboriously long description of how they need to learn Beyonce's Single Ladies dance via watching a video online.

And since we're already at the Contemporary thinking about how much warmer we'd be if we were dancing instead of watching other people dance

let's take a detailed look at the fine detailing of Stephen Schofield's dancing sculptures.

More than meets the eye.

Oh my!

This is where you insert the leaf blower.

I'm actually not kidding.

These sculptures are inflated, and then coated in a sugar/water mixture that dries to stiffen the fabric. They're simultaneously massive and light as a feather.

The fabric is intricately tailored. The majority of it is from men's dress suits Schofield inherited from his partner's side of the family.

The dimensions and proportions of the figures relate to Pliny The Elder's tale of the origin of drawing in which a woman traced her lover's silhouette by candlelight, thus creating the first expressionistic portrait.

Schofield similarly traced his partner's distorted silhouette and created three-dimensional patterns from it. It's an incredibly complicated process to go through. I tried to make a pattern once and was defeated.

And I was only trying to make a very two-dimensional ascot.

You can bike through the heart of Atlanta in complete solitude on a Sunday afternoon

and consider the appeal of a migratory life. Ascot or no ascot.