When I say art porn, I don't mean pleasure myself while drawing, painting, or sculpting - after all, wouldn't that compromise the result of the artwork? Or could that form, the "mastur-draw", or the "coitu-paint", or the "pleasur-sculpt" become an all new means to an end? In any case, what I had meant when I thought these things was that I want to make art while broadcasting it to a potentially large audience. Then the wheels really started turning.
I could do puppet shows.
But really, I could promote the local artists of Arizona, as well as my friend's gallery and even my own artwork, however infrequently I may produce it.
I can't claim to have come up with the idea entirely by myself. There was a nudist webcam that my friend and I stumbled upon once, and the man broadcasting it was an artist. He had his camera set up in his living room, which is where he slept, ate, and painted. The living room in itself was awe-inspiring, by every definition an art cave. If you've never had an artist friend of your own, then I must apologize, because I'm not sure how one can accurately describe an art cave. I image it's something like a bear cave, or a troll cave, or maybe some fine and delicate mixture of the two. Most art students can be found in these mildly terrifying, though entertainingly chaotic, enclosures. Just be wary of entering one - you may become immediately engulfed and never find your way out again.
My fiancé and I gave the webcam idea a go about mid-December, where I sat on camera in our own little art cave for about three hours and played with toys. I had the audio turned off that night, unfortunately, because I was shy and wasn't sure how people would react to my love and myself flailing around awkwardly as we tried to create mini stories without having any thoughts on what we could tell. Mostly, it was us shamelessly entertaining ourselves by doing what we do best: acting like kids.
About two weeks later, on New Year's Eve, my friend (and local artist) Rusted Halo came to visit. We ended up turning the webcam on again to bake snickerdoodles, dance, and for him to take pictures of me for a trading card series by the artist Kill!. Did I mention we did all of this in our skivvies and aprons? Here is one of the two trading card photos, taken by Rusted Halo:
Then, once more, the webcam was activated this afternoon. As I was getting ready to don some zombie makeup for a quick photoshoot, I couldn't help but think, "Why not broadcast that?" It was with extreme nerves that I turned on my webcam and tried not to outright explode from being mortified I would make a horrible mess of things and look like an idiot... especially since I had never worked with some of the makeup I was about to use. Some hilarity ensued when I started putting on the bruise makeup stack around my eyes because people would suddenly join the chat and ask if I was beaten up.
While the makeup didn't turn out at all how I had wanted, it wasn't a disappointing experience in the slightest. I know now that I definitely need to pick up a burn makeup stack and more liquid latex, and I have a better idea of how the flesh gel I purchased a while back actually works. Here are some of the pictures from the resulting photo shoot:
Pictures taken and edited by yours truly. The toy in my mouth is a Flatty, by Kill! Links to purchase his toys will be posted in the near future.
While I don't know how much time I'll have once the semester hits full swing again, I have the feeling there will be more nonsense. These things are commonplace in the artist cave.
