Thursday, August 30, 2007

Pornus Graficus

Wasn't he, like, the Roman Emperor who followed Caligula?

Anyway, a friend asked me if the Cheerleader With Banana series was pornographic. Fair question...although what she thought might happen to the banana and what I plan to do with the banana (or bourbon bottle) are two completely different things. And she should be ashamed of herself. When's Yom Kippur? Because she obviously has much for which to atone. If I've got my holidays right.

The actual answer to the question is a resounding no. The photos we take will certainly border on what some might call inappropriate...titillating...tasteless. The words vile, filthy and despicable jump to mind as well. But none of it will rate beyond PG 13. I mean, the uniforms are totally staying on.

The briefest disclaimer: Of course, should the models, of their own volition, begin tearing the cloze from their bodies, I will continue shooting--if for no other reason than the responsibility I, the painter, feel for you, the consumer of the paintings. But this, I must tell you, in all the years I've been shooting stuff like this, has never happened even once.

But that's not what matters. What matters is that the translation of one of those photos into "Cheerleader With Banana I (I don't care! I'd rather sink than ask Brad for help!)" embodies everything we talk about so tirelessly here at The Year Of... The miracle of art is in the changing of one thing into another. Ditto, the Catholic Church--but let's stick to the matter at hand.

Here's an experiment for you. Go to a porn site on the internet and open up a picture. Save it to your desktop, then open it in your photo browser. See if you can find one of Jessica Biel. I mean, honestly, how hot is she? Or use the one I've attached for your convenience.



Then start clicking the zoom key. Larger...larger...larger (wow--this sounds a little pornographic!). When it's hitting about twice the size of your full screen, you will notice that the image is coming apart. Pixilating, if that's the right word. Losing the sharpness, all the anatomical detail, the edge that makes it pornography.

Shit, before you know it, it's an impressionistic painting. And I, dear reader, am nothing if not an impressionist.

And if you keep clicking, so that each pixel resolves into a blurry square, you can have your very own Chuck Close tutorial.

What? You don't know any pornography sites? Try eroticperfection.com. I've never seen it personally, but I'm told it's a pip.

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