In the idea of me trying to push the boundaries in my art, like I do in my blog where everyone thinks I put it all out there which is only half true, I have been studying various artists who are seriously all about putting it all out there. The only problem is that they are photographers, lol, and I well.. paint. In oils, without a projector. Which means little to most but I am thinking I need a projector to do some of the stuff that I want to be doing, like serious fetish imagery as a first layer under the oil, or on top of the oil
even. haha, I don't know.. I am turning and turning, lol.
Anywhoo, enough with my artistic brainfart, I stumbled on this artist named Slava Mogutin who has a niche for hot as hell porn-like photographs that push all kinds of serious boundaries in the worlds of art, porn, culture, society. They all seriously attack most preconceptions for gay culture, sex, and fetishes (not to mention art) and to most are completely horrifying, dirty, and disgusting. Yet, somehow, they are selling for thousands of dollars and are hanging on walls all over Manhattan and beyond.
Again, this photographer reminds me of Wolfgang Tillmans. The whole polaroid or unframed photograph taped to gallery walls is very trendy, very contemporary, very harsh, very real, very of the moment sort of way. I still don't understand what happens when you actually want to buy one of these polaroids taped to a gallery wall but I am sure someone reading this can let me know. Though I sort of would like to know this before I run down a path of creating art that only I will ever own.
His imagery is basically an exaggerated fantasy version of my total fantasy, on like 4 RedBulls, 2 E's, and my stash of porn. He did this one bit (or performance art/installation as a professional would call it) that took place in a Chelsea gallery a few months ago. Though one could get the feeling that it is more East Village gay bar then gallery but they are close in theme. I wasn't there so I am not exactly sure how it went but needless to say a hot as fuck
shaved headed Aryan-looking jockboy was tied to a chair, a nasty used jock shoved in his mouth, dirt dumped on his lap along with being rubbed into him, sneakers and dirty socks attached to him, eggs broken on his forehead, and then plastic wrapped, and god knows what else. He ended up having to break out of the wrap, and ended up bleeding at points (or so the photo's show). It was basically a hazing but we would call it performance art since it took place in a gallery, lol.
I don't know where to go with my painting or how to create any of this, or if I even should, but something tells me attaching a used jock to a painting already
covered in oil and other mediums, with images of being fucked boys, is bound to get some attention. The problem is, not in Boston.
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