art work at carnegie museum of modern art view of a vagina

There are no other colors, just black and white turned red and white by minimalism and lust, which suddenly seem like a perfect match. The great Alice Neel has a painting of a blue-jeaned hippie, probably because the gallery couldn't get her brilliant portrait of the fantasist Joe Gould with three penises-even I find that one funny.Īnd then I see it: a giant erection lovingly encased in a fist and painted in luscious expressionist sweeps of red and white paint. Grace Graupe-Pillard supplies a lovely realist portrait of a young artist staring into his cell phone.

Betty Tompkins is represented by one of her blurry sex close-ups, at once romantic and clinical. Which, of course, may be the point- bada-bum! None of this makes me feel very good as a man. Cindy Sherman offers, instead of her romantic self-portraits celebrating the infinite play of female mutability, a muscle-bound plastic man-doll covered with hair. The worst is a yellow carcass by Louise Bourgeois that looks like a cross between a melting penis and, as one critic put it, a ' smooshed-up kebab' on a carving post. Behind the desk, there's an image of a beach hunk in a smiley-face T-shirt, followed by a Diane Arbus photograph of a 'male primitive' with tattoos all over his face. The punch line is taking in a show called The Female Gaze, Part Two: Women Look at Men (at the Cheim & Read gallery in New York City) and finding yourself confronted by mirror images of the reductive crap men have been throwing at women for centuries. Please consider it NSFW.Ī dude walks into a feminist art show- bada-bum.

Art work at carnegie museum of modern art view of a vagina