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As motherhood, childbirth and Bfeeding are the scope of my professional activity, I feel so fond in the concept of "connection". It's so sad to me seeing people being shocked by the view of something that is just the core of life and love.
Luckily, here in Italy we haven't such kind of bias, although very sadly in some way Media are trying to homologate theyselves to the anglo-saxon prudery, i.e. promoting "special places" in public places where babies could be allowed to discretly nurse at mom's. This in Italy was never needed and I hope will never do!
So, turning on the very topic of this trend, at the gate of a beautiful gallery as the Qsilv's one, I could better put the warning as follow:
Beware! Here you will view images of love, life, joy and closeness in their whole moving fullness. If you feel not to be ready for such intensity, please stay away.
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Login
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(chuckles) I like Normal's idea of a warning sign ... something similar to "Tobacco is harmful to health" or "The video contains strong language". How about "Warning: This room contains the beginnings of a new life"
I would love to come to your tea party, Q. See you there, folks.
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Normal
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Ah, Q! As the product of my only foray into childbirth approaches her 48th birthday, I can still contemplate the process with fascination. But the cold, averted-eyes reaction is no surprise. Despite the fact that we all required this experience to get here, it will never be everybody's cup of tea. Maybe a small "warning" notice at the gallery's entrance? Sounds a bit silly, but who knows?
I absolutely love the idea of your beloved painting on the ceiling!
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Qsilv
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Shanley et al - please don't get the idea that I'm in favor of only "safe" paths for artists! LOL
Five recently did one of her richly warm "watercolors" of a baby nursing... she called it "Sustenance" and it made me laugh. Why? 'Cuz on my ceiling (only place it would fit) is a painting on canvas I did of the same subject... same colors... and the mother I'd done it for (by request) wanted me to change its colors. I wouldn't, so I still own it. (I did some others for her instead.) It's wicked of me, but I have to admit I really enjoy watching people's faces when they (eventually) notice it....
I did a series of etchings and lithographs a few years back. Mostly nursing babies, but also a couple of babies being born... a series I called "Connections". There were no genitals visible, but the (to me) graceful braiding of fingers entwined with umbilical cord... and the merest hint of the arcs of spread thighs... I was shocked at the reactions to these simple line drawings. Their faces showed curiosity first... then realization... then.. a coldness... people's faces closing... moving away... offended...
(shrug) I was younger then; my feelings were sort of shattered. I stopped doing them, tho' I'd envisioned a growing series where the colors expanded in complexity...
...perhaps I'll get around to them again some day. I can still see the colors and cording floating around in my mind, it still looks entrancing, and I'm more sure of the value of the message, and of the lack of harm in it.
But I'd only display them in a venue where people are interested in art that COULD include that theme... not, for instance, in a kindergarten. But... at a ladies' tea party? (soft laugh) Depends on if the guests were Clo, Five, Login, Marg, Dragon, Shanley, etc etc ad absurdum.. delightful companions of the TD road...
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