(21-10-2010 23:53 )Krill Liberator Wrote: On the issue of 'art' and outright erotica, no - there is no true distinction; and nor has there been since Edouard Manet submitted 'Dejeuner Sur l'Herbe' for the Salon des Refuses in 1863! The central nude female figure in that seminal work addresses the viewer directly (and scandalously, in the eyes of the 'establishment' of the day). And yet, as Emile Zola points out, the reaction to that work at the time was sheer hypocrisy!
No, art is not separate from erotica, and porn is extreme erotica (thou disagree'st, oh sagely Quango member? Then let us discuss...). If one accepts the extreme offerings of the current batch of middle-aged 'shock artists'....so-called 'avant-garde'! Yeh! Right......as being truly 'art' then what we have on the babe shows also is art. A different branch of it, but a celebration of the female nude and a challenge to the principles of the establishment through the possibly exploitative use of this old tradition - by turning the principles of the 'artistic nude' on its head, what we have acheived is to defy and redefine what art really is - just like Hirst and Emin and the others. What, you gonna take back their prizes in response to this? Nope, didn't think so. And you think masturbation should never intrude into the world of 'art'? I refer you to the Conceptual work 'Seed Bed' (1971) by Vito Acconci. Look it up.
AND look how long it took photography to be turned to such potentially titillating uses as, say, nude female photography.
Yes, I'll stretch the point in open discussion with anyone who wants to discuss it, Colonel Ofcom; Bring it! You'll find I can make it UNBELIEVABLY elastic and it'll NEVER break in my hands, because hypocrisy always deserves a damn good handful of holes shot through it and I volunteer EVERY time. Dammit.
'Outright erotica' is distinct from art in as much as the former has a narrowly specific function: it exists to get people off. Someone somewhere once neatly defined porn as (I'm paraphrasing): an image or set of images that a person loses
all interest in the moment they've achieved orgasm. I think that's pretty bang on. I mean, how many of us enjoying an evening's TV choose to carry on watching the babe channels once we've emptied our balls, when we know there's a tasty sounding Singer/Songwriters special about to be screened on BBC4, or whatever?
Art, erotic art included, remains to some degree brain food - it has the capacity to offer something interesting even to those who've very recently enjoyed a good fuck or wank (assuming they're receptive to art). It may reference the erotic, directly or indirectly (and the impulse to make art might even spring from the part of the brain that deals with/processes the erotic – the 'Tate Gallery bricks' artist Carl Andre is of that opinion, I think), but can't operate as 'outright erotica' (maybe old artworks that incorporated nudity were exclusively used in such a way by some in the days before photography, but once the camera arrived, people stopped going to Botticelli's Venus or a dusty old copy of the illustrated Kama Sutra to help them rub one out! Manet's 'Dejeuner' or 'A Modern Olympia' - at the time Manet was producing these, photo porn was just getting into its early stride - beyond aiming to rile the bourgeoisie, were created to stimulate the contemplative mind more than the testicles.
Acconci's 'Seedbed' addresses the subject of masturbation by actually incorporating the act itself, but it's not there to help or inspire others to actually masturbate, like a babe show performance is (it might be considered a provocative artwork, in the Benjamin-Peret-baiting-A-Priest early Dada tradition, or obscene, but that's a whole other bag of transgressions). But hey, if someone wants to tango con mano while looking at a set of grainy black and white snaps of the lanky - and frankly horrible looking - Mr. Acconci, crouching uncomfortably beneath the floor of a gallery having masturbatory fantasies about the gallery goers walking around above him, then go for it.
(Psst! In trying to argue that the line between art and erotica isn't clear cut, I'm surprised you didn't namecheck something like Carolee Schneemann's 'Meat Joy,' or the orgiastic blood and guts pseudo-crucifixion ceremonies of Hermann Nitsch - performance pieces that blur the that line to a much greater extent than the Acconci piece. They blur it, but they still don't erase it.)