Archive for the ‘Art’ Category

The mortal agony of Saint Sebastian

June 27, 2025

Coming up on my Pinterest mail several times recently, this powerful sculpture (with no identification beyond its mislabeling as a piece of classical sculpture), clearly of Saint Sebastian (in some public place; I’ve deleted a trash can in the background), tied to a figurative tree, mortally wounded by arrows, his body contorted in unbearable pain, writhing in the deepest agony, with no trace of homoerotic ecstasy:


(#1) Not a piece of classical sculpture, since clearly not from ancient Greek or Roman times; not a sculpture on a classical theme, since Christian martyrdom is not a theme of ancient statuary; not even a sculpture in a classical style, given its sinewy modernist roughness; classical in spirit only in its capturing the virtually nude male body in bronze

Google Images told me instantly that this remarkable figure is Saint Sebastian, a large bronze sculpture (from 2008) by Ricardo Motilla (born 1951 in San Luís Potosí, Mexico), located at the entrance to the Museo de Arte e Historia de Guanajuato (the Art and History Museum of Guanajuato), in the city of León in the central Mexican state of Guanajuato.

Now, some brief remarks about the city of León (a place I suspect few of my readers have ever heard of, so you’re probably wondering how it could have a serious art and history museum). Then I’ll counterpose the terrible agony of Motilla’s StS to the general run of depictions of the saint, which are heavily weighted towards the ecstatic-homoerotic; in particular, the Motilla is at the opposite end of the StS brutality scale from the many depictions by Pierre et Gilles, all of them agony-free.

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A rose for Sharon

June 21, 2025

An occasional poem (in free verse) for my friend Sharon on her recent birthday, wrapped up in the calendar, the female body, and plants and their sexual symbolisms, with photos. The poem first, then remarks on its form, then a bit of background information.

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Stamps for the season

June 4, 2025

… and the season is Pride Month. Canadian Pride and Canadian pride from Chris Ambidge on Facebook on 6/1:

Oh look — Canada Post is issuing four commemorative stamps in honour of Pride Month. The theme is “Places of Pride / Lieux de la fierté”, and depict four places beloved of LGBTQ2S+ people in Canada, from Hanlan’s Point in Toronto to Club Carousel, Calgary’s first gay bar. I hadn’t seen these last time I was at the post office — I need to go buy me some stamps!


(#1) From the Canada Post website on 5/29:

We’re proud to announce our latest stamp series honouring sites across Canada that 2SLGBTQIA+ [2S is two-spirit, a First Nations term for a third gender] people fought to make their own – places of celebration and freedom to be fully oneself, and spaces that nurtured a sense of solidarity that became a catalyst for change. 🏳️‍🌈

The Places of Pride stamp series honours: Calgary’s first gay bar Club Carousel; Toronto’s Hanlan’s Point Beach; Montreal gay bar Truxx; 3rd North American Native Gay & Lesbian Gathering near Beausejour, Manitoba.

O Canada! … The True North strong and free! — we send Prideful huzzahs to you.

Things are different, stamp-wise, in my troubled country.

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Adventures in AZ-land

June 2, 2025

That’s the land of maze and Shiraz and similar AZ things, those whose names have the letter-sequence AZ in them; Aslan is something entirely different (see below). I was taken to AZ-land yesterday on Facebook by Aric Olnes (who is, among other things, a floral artist), in one of a series of alphabetic flower photos from Casa Thomas / Olnes in Pioneer (Amador County) CA — where Aric and his husband Mike Thomas live these days — which come with lengthy alliterative captions, in this case for the letter A:


(#1) The photo, of a Pioneer Azalea; the caption:

Astonishingly attractive Azaleas arrest acrimonious assumptions ascending aloft angelic amiability

(Look, Aric wasn’t aiming for elegance or poetic facility, just alliteration playfully carried to ridiculous lengths; otherwise, all it has to do is make some sense)

And my response, also on Facebook, taking things in a direction Aric probably didn’t anticipate:

— azaleas are from AZ-land, like azure, azimuths, and azithromycin, in a region that embraces Azerbaijan, the Azores, and Azusa [but not Anaheim or Cucamonga] — and is next to the Plaza Hotel, the Amazon River, and Jason Mraz‘s recording studio (among many many other things)

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Leather jackets, jockstraps, boots, and d&a

May 30, 2025

(Entirely unsuitable for kids and the sexually modest. Starting with the painting that set this posting off when it appeared in today’s Pinterest mailing for me. Which has a leather jacket, a jockstrap, boots, and an a in it; we’ll get to the d in the fourth and last painting in today’s series)

The painting is Man Wearing Leather Jacket (n.d.) by Bruce Sargeant, a prolific wildly homoerotic artist who is also entirely fictional (but died in 1938 in his timeline). Sargeant is the creation of Mark Beard — who is even more prolific, queer as fuck, plus he’s a real person (still living, now aged 69).

Pinterest has been offering me this painting every so often for a long time, but without any identification; today, I was finally intrigued enough by the tough and direct offer of the model’s muscular ass for sex to use Google Images to dig out the source. Who turned out to be an artist we’ve seen on this blog before, in my 7/18/23 posting “A homerotic painting by Bruce Sargeant” (the painting is Locker Room Scene — Charlie in Three States of Undress).

I’ll look at that first, to establish an important characteristic of Sargeant’s work: it might drip homoeros, but it’s also intended as commentary on art-historical genres, styles, and themes (in Locker Room’s case, with a bow to Marcel Duchamp’s studies of bodies in motion). Then I’ll move to four closely related paintings, transportations of the classic male nude study to the subterranean world of man-on-man sex, in this case leathermen offering or soliciting dick or ass (in popular art, the standard sexual display of women for a male audience being t&a, tits and ass; of men for a male audience, d&a, dick and ass).

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Gigantic cylinders

May 25, 2025

(A good bit that’s totally unsuitable, in subject matter and language, for kids and the sexually modest)

This posting started out on 5/21 as two separate postings, each about extraordinary size, about a thing that caused viewers (me included, in each case) to marvel at its size.

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Let’s recap

May 23, 2025

Yesterday on this blog, in “Not in a bad mood, just smart”, I looked at this cartoon panel that had appeared on Facebook:


(#1) Image plus text; the image was pretty clearly from Calvin and Hobbes (isn’t that Susie?), but the text (expressing a sentiment  that resonated with me in current times, packaged in a slogan, or tag line) was unfamiliar to me

Then the searches.

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Not in a bad mood, just smart

May 22, 2025

The abbreviated form of a slogan, or tag line, that I came across on Facebook this morning, in what appeared to be a panel from a Calvin and Hobbes cartoon (see the Watterson signature), or could be an extract from such a panel with the tag line added (we live in a world that has both old Photoshop and new AI, so such things are trivially easy to arrange):


(#1) I had a thought of using this as a visual distillation of my attitude towards the current US government, but I wanted to get the credit right; that became a problem I haven’t yet solved

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Drikkende gutt

May 21, 2025

A mid-week refreshment.

Coming up repeatedly in my Pinterest mailings, Per Palle Storm’s Drikkende gutt (Drinking boy) (1930), a male nude statue set in a fountain in Oslo. A remarkable study of powerful masculine muscularity while conveying youth and vulnerability at the same time. Two views:


(#1) From the front


(#2) From the rear

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Morning Italian jobs

May 20, 2025

(This will, somewhat surprisingly, eventually veer into men’s bodies and some man-on-man sex, recounted in street language, so it’s not for kids or the sexually modest; I’m sorry, but not even the best of Verdi opera and Italian tennis can quite counterbalance naked guys going at it with one another)

Today’s morning names were Rigoletto and Sinner, and for a change I knew exactly why they were in my head: Rigoletto is the name of an opera by Verdi (from which the magnificent quartet Bella figli dell’amore was playing on my music feed during my 2 am whizz break); and Sinner is the surname of someone who turns out to be an astoundingly famous Italian tennis player but was known to me only from a Sergio Scalise Facebook posting yesterday in which this Sinner was identified as a great champion who does commercials for De Cecco, Lavazza, and La Roche — I am, famously, deeply ignorant of sports; and also, despite Sergio’s occasional attempts at educating me, neglectfully ignorant of matters social, cultural, and political in today’s Italy (I’m not merely not au courant, but actually inert). This is Jannik Sinner; I had never laid eyes on him until this morning (I’ve been entertained by a recent Lavazza commercial, but it’s one for the American audience and doesn’t have Jannik Sinner in it). I go on at such length about JS because my readers from or connected to Italy will find it impossible to believe that I had no idea who Sinner — that athletic and cultural phenom — is.

Now, the coming program: about Rigoletto, briefly; about Jannik Sinner, at greater length, with a note about Lavazza coffee commercials; a side note about Google searches; and then a raunchy digression on the Italian jobs of the title.

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