José Benlliure y Gil (Spanish, 1855-1937), Autorretrato. Oil on canvas. Museu de Bellas Artes de Valencia.
THE CURVE: MOCA presents Bob Mizer & Tom of Finland, the first American museum exhibition devoted to the art of Bob Mizer (1922–1992) and Touko Laaksonen, aka “Tom of Finland” (1920–1991), two of the most significant figures of twentieth century erotic art and forefathers of an emergent post-war gay culture. The exhibition features a selection of Tom of Finland’s masterful drawings and collages, alongside Mizer’s rarely seen photo-collage “catalogue boards” and films, as well as a comprehensive collection of his groundbreaking magazine Physique Pictorial, where drawings by Tom were first published in 1957. Organized by MOCA Curator Bennett Simpson and guest co-curator Richard Hawkins, the exhibition is presented with the full collaboration of the Bob Mizer Foundation, El Cerrito, and the Tom of Finland Foundation, Los Angeles.
In addition to approximately 75 finished and preparatory drawings by Tom of Finland spanning 1947–1991, the exhibition includes a selection of Tom’s never before exhibited scrapbook collages, and examples of his serialized graphic novels, including the legendary leatherman Kake, as well as a selection of Mizer’s “catalogue boards,” AMG films, and a complete set of Physique Pictorial magazine. An accompanying publication includes texts by the exhibition co-curators and a selection of images.
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SISSYDUDE LOVES: PICTURES OF DAVID HOCKNEY from JOHN KASMIN’S PRIVATE COLLECTION (via The Telegraph)
‘David Hockney was usually in emotional turmoil’
John Kasmin, the dealer who discovered the artist David Hockney in the Sixties, tells Alastair Sooke about their adventures.
READ THE STORY HERE @ THE TELEGRAPH
PICS via HERE
“H.O.D is a collective of artists, stylists, dancers, musicians, scenographers and more. We create events, shows, happenings, live paintings and do art direction (fashion shows, videos, concerts).” CHECK THEM OUT HERE!
SISSYDUDE LOVES: Sholem Krishtalka’s A BERLIN DIARY/ A foreign film about a Canadian queer in Berlin
MORE FILE PHOTO goodness HERE!
MORE FILE PHOTO goodness HERE!
UPDATE: Sissydude follower Bryan did a little research and the artist name is actually Bertha M. Ingle. Thanks Bryan!
Bertha May Ingle was born April 13, 1878 in Puslinch Township, Ontario,
and died October 20, 1962 in Toronto. She left hundreds of paintings,
drawings, and sketches created during a long and productive life.
I want to express so much more than just the surface effects,
and they are difficult enough, you know. Can anything be
much more elusive than light and movement? But I love
them well enough I think never to grow tired of trying.
[1930, in a letter to a friend]
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As a kid, my grandparents, and millions of other viewers rarely missed an episode of the television program “All in the Family.” For those too young to know, Norman Lear’s aboriginal must-see TV hilariously highlighted the friction between the nineteen-sixties’ “progressive” generation and their parents via the bigoted, but strangely lovable, character of Archie Bunker. I suspect most of its viewers shared more in common with Archie’s prejudices than they wanted to admit, but laughing at him allowed one to take the first step towards changing one’s own biases, whether one knew it or not.
I like to imagine that my grandparents were always progressive, tolerant people in favor of things we now take for granted, but I know that’s probably wishful thinking. I’m not even sure about myself in this regard. Fortunately, we humans are incessant editors, never happy with the first draft of anything. This tendency towards revision can cause problems, though. For example, most memories I have of my daughter as a baby have been systematically and irrationally replaced by a mental image of how she appears now—an eight-year-old—because I simply can’t believe she was ever so small. In fact, when she was born, one of my friends, while cradling her fragile seven pounds, couldn’t believe it then, saying, “God, why don’t we just die the second we’re born? We’re so delicate and vulnerable!” My wife’s mother, who was visiting, didn’t miss a beat: “It’s mothers, honey. It’s our job to make sure that never happens.” Well, score one for Moms, I thought.
Now that the numbers are in on same-sex marriage, many Republicans are falling like dominos all over themselves to express their support for something that only a few months ago they steadfastly claimed to stand against. They’ll probably soon claim that this is how they felt all along, and they were simply too hamstrung by politics to be able to say what they really meant. Well, okay. In the spirit of openheartedness and what life is really all about, I’ll go so far as to say that the fear of others may mask some deep-seated desire to understand, and maybe even to love. Because really, what is there to be afraid of? Few people today don’t know—or have in their families—at least one loving couple who are raising children, same-sex or not. And it’s really just the loving part that matters. That same-sex marriage could go from its preliminary draft of “diagnosable” to the final edit of “so what?” must indicate some positive evolution on the part of the larger human consciousness. My wife, being a biology teacher, puts it even more succinctly: “Why are all these people so worried about who everybody else is sleeping with, anyway?” (Score two for Moms.)
So, a final draft: happy Mothers’ Day, moms. We are grateful to, and love, you all.