We went to the Nasher Museum of Art at Duke University today. Ostensibly, it was to see this installation, entitled Precarity, by John Akomfrah. But, of course, we saw everything else while we were there, too. It is based on the life of “Charles ‘Buddy’ Bolden, the first person known to have explored the sonic tonalities of the music we now call jazz.”
There is a single row of benches in the room. And, in the beginning, we had to stand by the wall because all the seats were occupied. When a group got to their starting place and left, we sat at the end of that bench. But, it was too close for me to see all 3 screens without a lot of head turning. So, I moved back to the wall.
It’s a curious piece. There’s no actual narrative. But, it’s still very moving. Some of the triptychs are the same scene from different angles. Some are different scenes entirely. There is old footage from the time of Bolden’s life in addition to new footage of … I guess, ghosts of his life.
I’m glad I saw it.
There is a Linear Park in Frederick, Maryland with a canal running through it. There is a bridge over it that has been completely transformed by trompe l’oeil stones, insets and a duck.
She was looking for koi and didn’t see the duck until we pointed it out to her because it is flat. She was as charmed to notice it as we were.
I think artistic nudes are about form and light.
I think erotica aims to titillate. Where you draw the pornography line has to do with your own head. For me, it is determined by consent. And erotica that doesn’t have the consent of all participants crosses that line into unacceptable. That includes putting up your own photo of yourself being erotic where I will see it without warning me that you are going to show me your sexuality.
If you say “There is erotica here” I can choose to participate or not. If you put up a photo of you slipping your hand into your panties or your dick slipping into your willing partner without a warning, you have become a pornographer because my participation was without my own volition.
And work no longer has anything to do with “NSFW.” That has become code for “there may be nakedness here.”
There are posters around Winston-Salem sharing Poetry in Plain Sight. I saw this one on Friday.
Love is simple
like mangos at market.
~ Kat Bodrie