There have been hundreds of (two, actually) complaints about an art work by one
Poppy Baynham in a gallery in Hay-on-Wye which includes a black triangle with pink wool on top and those of you who recall (however vaguely) my past posts about
Gustave Courbet and
Deborah de Robertis and
Egon Schiele and
Leena McCall will realise that, yes, he’s talking about ladyparts again or, more specifically, images of ladyparts, with a side order of the hairy bits in images of ladyparts and the questions of whether said hair makes said images more or less dangerous.
Two new angles: one, that Ms Baynham is quite upfront that she’s actively seeking all this attention, and any comments received will be used in her final-year dissertation. (Will they then Become Art? Another day, maybe.)
The other is that in this blog’s new,
pic-free state, I don’t need to agonise over whether any particular picture I use might be pandering to and/or subverting the male gaze.
