by minima whatever
The only way sex comes up in the presentations of my 20 women fellow students about their work, is when A. mentions sketching her boyfriend a lot, and shows a sketch of him shaving. It comes with a self-conscious laugh.
Sex shows up in several of the men’s works, always in a pornographic context. Sometimes met with an appreciative smirk from other men.
I feel weird when it happens. Suddenly excluded, as if showing my dislike would would cast me out, mark me as a prude, close-minded, conservative. Art is free etc. And this while the women outnumber the men 2 to 1.
But the thing is, all of this is utterly boring. Suddenly I want to plaster the walls with Tracey Emin (and I don’t even like her work that much).