Spring blossoms are blowing away, or washing soggily down the drains. The Covid-19 discarded gloves look less striking now the sun hides away and become merely squalid. I'm getting the hang of a hermit's existence. My apartment is the way I like it and 'it works'. No need to consider visitors, or missing girlfriend estranged in distant inaccessible Europe. I've spread. The neutral areas are mine, all the table, all the bathroom, all . . . well, all of it. A normality has established itself so quickly, and at such a cost that I’m scared of the old normality returning to disrupt us all over again. I can’t imagine what a new normality might be like.
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Picture Postcards from my Personal Porn Blog
COUNTERPOINT started as an entirely notional pitch of a project that to my surprise (and consternation) was selected for inclusion in 'ero-tic II', Bologna, in February 2019. The paintings I had made for the exhibition were rejected which was a pity as they did exist, unlike 'Picture Postcards from my Personal Porn Blog' which didn't, and which I had to make from nothing and scratch in just under a week.
At the exhibiton, I was asked repeatedly, "Do you have a pornblog?"
Of course I do / don't, but whether 'yes / no', to that question was not quite the point, or so I had thought. Now with this post, perhaps I do have a blog with porn.
ero-tic II had a curious brief :
ERO-TIC is an artistic research on the erotic imaginary that orbits, ticking, between the two extreme poles of eroticism: “erotomania-TIC” and “erotogenic-TAC".
From "fucking automatisms" to a complex Pindaric flight that tends towards the harmonious embrace between physiological thrusts and sensual satisfaction.
An intricate aesthetic path led by the moods of Daniela Novello, Patrizia Novello, RUFOISM (Marco Perroni) and Nicola Villa.
I didn't understand the brief then, and haven't made much progress understanding since, but it was a pleasure to be invloved and to be exhibiting in Bologna during the Arte Fiera.
Of the four core artists, only one featured overtly sexual imagery.
He, myself and two of the other guest artists skirted about the sleeze.