"Art is a kind of illness."
Where do I start when I talk about the effect of AIDS on Art? For many of you reading this AIDS has always been a part of the social landscape; an accepted (unacceptable) risk of sexual intimacy. But I can remember when it wasn’t. I can remember the time before Death and Sex became domestic partners. The reaction to the introduction of AIDS was seismic. There is still the haunting question: How can the very agents of Life (childbirth, breast-milk, lovemaking, and blood transfusions) be so duplicitous as to hold the door open for Death?
Sex and Death have often been married in art themes. The most pervasive being the religious theme that mortality is the byproduct of carnality. Yep, sex makes death. Original sin: Eve eats an apple. She gets wise and sexy (and so gives Adam a taste of her sweet apples) voilà, Death comes to the party. Second most popular Sex/Death theme is that beauty is fleeting. (See any painting entitled “Death and the Maiden.” There are quite a few.) If beauty is fleeting, you better fuck it quick before it’s gone.
These questions take on new depths and imperative when the Artist is him/herself dying and knows it. An artist with AIDS is chronicling not only the journey of those who went before but the path s/he must tread. This article is not meant to be a verbal square in the Names Quilt. I chose a diverse sampling of artists living and dead, with HIV and without. What they have in common is the AIDS epidemic shaped and informed their work and their work healed, shaped and chronicled the affected communities.
Sex and Death have often been married in art themes. The most pervasive being the religious theme that mortality is the byproduct of carnality. Yep, sex makes death. Original sin: Eve eats an apple. She gets wise and sexy (and so gives Adam a taste of her sweet apples) voilà, Death comes to the party. Second most popular Sex/Death theme is that beauty is fleeting. (See any painting entitled “Death and the Maiden.” There are quite a few.) If beauty is fleeting, you better fuck it quick before it’s gone.
These questions take on new depths and imperative when the Artist is him/herself dying and knows it. An artist with AIDS is chronicling not only the journey of those who went before but the path s/he must tread. This article is not meant to be a verbal square in the Names Quilt. I chose a diverse sampling of artists living and dead, with HIV and without. What they have in common is the AIDS epidemic shaped and informed their work and their work healed, shaped and chronicled the affected communities.
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