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Saturday, December 3, 2011

Exhibitions: HIDE/SEEK: Difference and Desire in American Portraiture

Hide/Seek: Difference and Desire in American Portraiture,” running at the Brooklyn Museum through February 12, is not a retrospective of gay and lesbian artists in the 20th century.Rather, its a first-rate examination of the canon of 20th century art through the lens of homosexuality and homoeroticism.

Instead of  scraping the barrel looking for out painters before Stonewall, the curators considered the “long-ignored or suppressed subject of the role of sexual difference in the depiction of modern Americans,” as the exhibit catalog explains, “How major themes in modern art—especially abstraction—were influenced by the position of gay and lesbian artists.”

Visitors are treated to works by some of the most famous artists of the last century—Thomas Eakins, John Singer Sargent, Henri Cartier-Bresson, Jasper Johns, Alice Neel, Robert Rauschenberg David Hockney, Andy Warhol, Nan Goldin, Robert Mapplethorpe, Annie Leibovitz among them. Some were out, some were closeted, some were straight and some were sexual cyphers—but all provide vital information about queer life and culture before it was allowed to be discussed in polite company

In the clip below, exhibit co-curator David Ward discusses David Hockney’s We Two Boys Clinging Together, just one of gems in this seminal show.


 

Originally organized by the Smithsonian’s National Portrait Gallery, the show has had some controversy attached to it—quite unnecessarily—mostly because of the inclusion of David Wojnarowicz’s video installation, A Fire in My Belly. The film, which includes a brief clip of ants crawling over a crucifix as an AIDS allegory, outraged Republican and Catholic officials and was removed from the original Portrait Gallery exhibit. (It is on view here).

Of course, as curator Jonathan Katz points out, the degradation and suffering of Christ has been a common theme in Christian art for over a millennium. At a press preview, Katz joked, “if the Bishop of New York would like me to educate him about the iconography of his faith, I’d be more than happy to.”
We’re pretty sure His Eminence has plenty to learn about a lot of things.

More photographs of this incredible show can be seen at:
http://www.brooklynmuseum.org/exhibitions/hide_seek/

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Newest Poetry


A life filled with silent yearning desire
Burning, churning, building and evolving
In this state of loneliness how I long
Crave that feeling of completeness
Of wholeness that I know I need

From within the torturous pain of
Solitude and silence my heart calls
For a touch, an embrace, a kiss
To know that if even it is briefly
I am desirable, I am needed
 am wanted, that you crave me

To hold me in your arms just once
Your eyes melt into mine with a glance
Fingers in my hair
Lips pressed against mine for now
The sense of wholeness
A completed oneness
Bodies melded together for a moment

Your fingers undoing my buttons
Of a crisp white cotton shirt
It falling off my needing shoulders
Tender kisses from your lips
Scattered like petal on my chest
I moan in delight under your touch
Speak but once my name of
Passion turned to love

My eyes pleading for you
To need more than just this time and space
Your yearning matching mine
Not just the moment of sexual urgency
Your hands cradle my face
My thoughts say my unspoken words
I need you to really love me

To fall madly, deeply, passionately
Head over heels, spiritually, morally,
Ethically sexually fall in love with me
My heart needs mended
A life that's been torn asunder
G-d I crave you to say and mean
Those three little words.....
I love you!

Carry me not just to your bed
But into the depths of your heart and soul
I need thee like no other before or since
Our eyes first met it was love at first sight for me
Embrace me in your arms
I beg of thee, Oh how I needest thee
Once in your bed I am yours
Smother me in kisses, caress my naked flesh
Make me long for you to take me
To the brink of ecsasy and back
My darling, my beauty can you but please
Love me true