Looking Blindly (at starting over)
And Onan knew that the seed should not be his; and it came to pass when he went in unto his brother’s wife, that he spilled it on the ground, lest that he should give seed to his brother.
Genesis 38.9
My Subject is Masturbation
Inspiration is provided by what I sense to be a universal condition, which manifests in my own personal feeling of impotence. Mentors, deserving of particular mention, are Goya, Duchamp and Marcus Simon Sarjeant. I have spent the last years in pursuit of mutually onanistic release with these three men. There have been others.
Of the three, I have given to Goya most of my time. Duchamp has won my greatest affection and Sarjeant has my understanding and empathy.
Goya, at least in his later years, had the good grace to withdraw and act out his urgency in private. Duchamp made no bones of making a public performance of his tendencies from an early age. Sarjeant ejaculated defiantly, if prematurely, and faced the consequences.
My Subject is Bachelor Machines.
Onanism breeds desperation, arrogance, contempt and a perverse independence. Arrogantly I do not intend to try to forge links between these three men. There is no need to do so as these links already exist in me and my obsessive interest. Creation is, after all, the union of two (or more) disparate elements to engender a new. So I will attempt to expose, rather than manufacture, reveal rather than produce.
Looking Blindly (at starting over)
And Onan knew that the seed should not be his; and it came to pass when he went in unto his brother’s wife, that he spilled it on the ground, lest that he should give seed to his brother.
Genesis 38.9
My Subject is Masturbation
Inspiration is provided by what I sense to be a universal condition, which manifests in my own personal feeling of impotence. Mentors, deserving of particular mention, are Goya, Duchamp and Marcus Simon Sarjeant. I have spent the last years in pursuit of mutually onanistic release with these three men. There have been others.
Of the three, I have given to Goya most of my time. Duchamp has won my greatest affection and Sarjeant has my understanding and empathy.
Goya, at least in his later years, had the good grace to withdraw and act out his urgency in private. Duchamp made no bones of making a public performance of his tendencies from an early age. Sarjeant ejaculated defiantly, if prematurely, and faced the consequences.
My Subject is Bachelor Machines.
Onanism breeds desperation, arrogance, contempt and a perverse independence. Arrogantly I do not intend to try to forge links between these three men. There is no need to do so as these links already exist in me and my obsessive interest. Creation is, after all, the union of two (or more) disparate elements to engender a new. So I will attempt to expose, rather than manufacture, reveal rather than produce.