02 February 2009

CRAIGSLIST: Erotic Art Needed

Erotic Art Needed
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Date: 2009-02-01, 7:55PM

Debaucheri magazine publishes an Erotic Arts section in their magazine every issue. We choose 4 artists to feature in the magazine, one being the spotlight artist. If you are interested in being featured in the magazine send us your considered jpg of your piece along with a statement on art and eroticism. We will feature in the magazine your image and any contact info that you allow us to show. You retain all rights to your art, you are simply granting us permission to publish your image online and in print.
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Hello Debaucheri,

My name is D. Brightmore, and I’m writing to offer one of my pieces for print. I’ve been a sex artist for seventeen years now, and my work ranges from live performance to private showings. I’ve worked with MoMA in the past, although my experiences with the company (I don’t use the term lightly) have led me down a more private path.

Sex art (as far as I know, it’s a term I coined in 1998) is the misuse of the sexual organs for artistic purposes. During my performances, I will either squeeze paint down my penis or abuse my penis with the tools of art—palette knives, brushes, sculpting materials, etc. During the performance that ended my professional relationship with MoMA, I squeezed black paint into my urethra, then urinated onto the canvas. Below is a statement about erotic art in general, although it includes a bit about the piece I’ve included, entitled “Twelve” (digital print).

Yours,
D. Brightmore

Erotic art is often dismissed as mere burlesque or, at worst, pornography. It is. But let us forget for a moment that pornography, burlesque, Futurism and politics are separate terms. After all, this is no time for terms. This is a time for redefinition. For the moment, consider this: What is art?

Art is, quite simply, a means by which one individual attempts to impress another individual. The world of sexual desire and fulfillment exists primarily because of this urge, and is the result of it rather than its cause. In the most perfect couplings, our own sexual fulfillment is a meager ornament in relation to our desire to fulfill another being. Erotic art merely expresses the capacity of impression upon its audience. A drawing of people fucking is not a drawing of people fucking. It impresses upon us the idea that impression is endless, cyclical, and finally invisible.

Let us now consider sex. What is sex? Sex is an artistic act that ends in the orgasm, the ejaculation, the toe-curling inability to express anything—or everything. Art is only possible in sex when sex defies expression. When it merely impresses. But this is impossible. The only orgasm is the orgasm of art.

This digital print, entitled “Twelve,” borrows from Net.Art, Post-Impressionism and my own obsession with manual and oral sex to re-evaluate the failures of our artistic generation. It is a failure of Photoshop aesthetes and bukkake barons—but in this failure, I find art manifested. By correcting their unheralded position as the unwise targets of high art’s upturned nose, I am attempting to reclaim, in whatever way I can, the holy and righteous position of my own true Trinity—the cock and balls.