Emutagen-VivoArts celebrates Body Art and the sex-activist community
who are interested in outing 'the taboo', making ecstatic and experimental
sexological practice an acceptable part of the everyday. ArtPorn underscores
the orgasmic way of life, the uncovering of our hedonistic juvenilia
that implicates the puritanical binary opposites of green (money) and
grey (utility) in the world of red (blood), white (milk and sperm) and
Exerpts from VivaVivo:
What excites you below the belt? What makes you wet and swollen with lust?
These are the sites of erotic interchange. These are the acts that make
you cum. That is life. That is pleasure, even diabolical pleasure. Study
lust. Lust drives biotech: Fantastic gender trouble. Fantastic taboo.
Fantastic victimization. Fantastic biomorphic somnambulism. Fantastic
reproduction. Fantastic creations. These technologies are actual, eroticised
and semi-accepted cultural practice. Our children are children of technolust.
Jacking online into the spermbank of antiquated morphology, this is tomorrows
Reason is equal to human sacrifice, a huge fad based on cliques of thin
air. Every protocol creates taboo. Every culture is a cult becoming massified.
What is screened out is an anarchic void created specifically to stabilize
what is screened for. Why sidewalks? Why toenail clippers? How do these
architectures ensure the homeless? Are you off the locus? We build our
foundations on normalized psychosis which doubles as a cohesive monument
to everyday stasis. Fetish monomania is a precursor to many of our most
specific cultural norms. USENET (www.guba.com)
is our best guide to daily fragmentation. The uncensored imagebank of
whats worth scanning is better than the Louvre. The
varieties of monomania are our best next world recipes. Fragments of beauty
are all in the eye of the polymaniac as beholder. This is culture, ranging
from banality to beastiality and back. Usenet is the birthplace of our
future bio-cultural norms.
The exploration of life is not predicated on moral grounds. Morality,
or the artifice of benevolence, emanates from a lack of life experiences.
On the same note, objectivist investigation is the money side of prostitution.
We artists and scientists should play god. We invented the concept of
a holy spectator and then succumbed to denial of our invention. If no
one is watching, let us be the voyeurs and exhibitionists in the great
show of revealing nature. But before we start again, lets throw
away beauty and reason. Lets see if its possible to explore
without some kind of artifice, without the gods of logic or joy. Surely
the combination of creative lust and technical prowess has led us only
to the realization of autoerotic fantasies: Veil after veil lifts, in
slippery sheens of translucent tissue. The human genome project, new reproductive
technologies, trans-species chimeras, breast milk pharmacies; we are our
own tormented mirrors. The hidden will be revealed, fact-by-fact, corpuscle-by-corpuscle.
Eventually, it is hoped by all erect explorers, Nature will lay open,
legs in the air. Or for the more brutally honest, legs bound open in universal
stirrups, screaming and heaving under the heavy-handed methods of investigation.
All these novel explorations are fantastically pornographic but who is
watching. She is We, biting and bitten, laid bare and scoped thoroughly.
The original fantasies are maligned by concepts of beauty and reason.
The present fantasies are maligned by visions of purchase power (feigned
utility.) Perhaps these concepts have run their course? Perhaps they are
inhibitory? Is there an omnipotent atheism that dos not lay claim to beauty,
use-value, reason or wealth? Ask a sexworker. Who plays?
Sexwork may explain why so many of the biophilic arts are tornadoes of
abstract undulation. The animal magnetic swarms in colorfields of breathing
swimming anarchy. Self-organizing patterns mingle in every corpuscle,
every barnacle, every wallet and every insignificant schmutz. There may
be no reason, there may be no rhyme, but we, as organisms, are implicated.
We are part of the macrocosm and the microcosm. No hornets nest
of taxonomy can stop our sprouting morass. And, there is nothing like
the abstract time travel of magnification to prove how foreign and indescribable
a universe we live in. Our universe which we try to buy and sell. Our
universe that mocks control.