IN THE FLESH: Exploitation

Before getting back online I made a promise to myself. I promised myself that whatever happens, whatever crap I skid into, I won't ever complain and I will not let it get me in any way. You should know I used to have an art blog (here on blogger) and also a page on deviantart. Then I had enough. I had enough of being ignored. It was much better on deviantart, where a small number of users actually gave me feedback and lots of it. Very few, true, very few responded but when compared with blogger it was like being in the middle of a chanting magic forest...in the jungle, the mighty jungle..

It never quite got to the wimba wimba way, mind you. But the silence I used to get and still get on blogger has something of the sinister to it. It brings to mind torture. It feels like calculated indifference. I am aware it probably isn't. It's just my passion and enthusiasm for art and engagement in conversation that distorts the absence of intent into evidence of evil intent. But, that's who I am. A man of passion. I won't just sit here, this side of the cybernatic fence, writing blogs for others to skim and throw into the bin, while those on the other side keep sending me statistics of how many visitors hit the site. I do not care how many, in all honesty, I do not give a flying, wheeling, lurching, bending, crawling, twisting fuck. All I want to see is a reaction and if that won't come I will not give up. I keep punching the air till I fall on the ground:) LOL, I am joking but not only...not entirely.

Anyway, here's a collection of works that also had to be cut short. The paintings are all inspired by exploitation cinema (the kind that straddle the border with pornography, not the art film genre). As in all my works - it is, if I may say so without sounding inordinately immodest, the greatest merit of my work that it provokes thought - the idea was to kindle some kind of debate in society about the meaning of art and pornography.