> But in Anglo-American culture, she argues, we tend to sexualize our
> general anxieties about social change. These days, she says, "much of
> our anxiety is centred around the impact of the media, the Internet
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> The mother of all controversies
> We are a long way from the days when naked children were considered
> the safe stuff in art, writes SARAH MILROY, judging by the troubling
> questions raised by the work of artists such as Lyla Rye and Sally
> Mann
>
> By SARAH MILROY
> Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - Page R1
> CAMBRIDGE, ONT. -- When one raises the subject of children in art,
> many Canadian art-history buffs will think first of Paul Peel's
> Venetian Bather of 1889, a painting now in the collection of the
> National Gallery of Canada. A sinuous and silky rear view of a naked
> boy, it was the first nude to be exhibited publicly in Canada. While
> portraits of women (or men) in the buff were still considered too
> outré, naked children were considered safe stuff.
> Today, however, the painting provokes giggles, perhaps even
> denigration from gallery viewers. Kiddie porn! And that's nothing
> compared to Peel's works in the Art Gallery of Ontario, like his 1890
> painting After the Bath, depicting two chubby cherubs warming
> themselves in front of the fire. Or The Tired Model, a studio scene in
> which a naked tot hides weeping behind the easel, his Cupid's quiver
> fallen to the floor. The artist, a kindly looking figure with a long
> white beard, peers around the canvas edge, cajoling the boy to resume
> his model's duties. "That's the picture that draws the most comment,"
> says Toronto artist and AGO docent Lyla Rye. "All the teenagers see it
> as sexual abuse."
> Rye is watching their reactions with special attentiveness these days,
> given her own wrangles with censorship. Last July, Rye found herself
> in the centre of controversy in Halifax for her video-loop
> installation titled Byte, which presented her and her baby daughter
> engaged in a sensual mother/child game -- singing into each other's
> open mouths -- a game abruptly terminated when her daughter bit her
> mother's lower lip.
> On the screen, however, their actions are ambiguous. Are they kissing?
> Fighting? "I wanted to maintain that moment of uncertainty as long as
> possible," says Rye, who deliberately escalated the viewer's anxiety
> by pixilating and blurring the image. Just what is going on here?
> It was this uncertainty, and the unease it engenders, that no doubt
> led to the confiscation of the tape by the Halifax authorities,
> prompted by the alarmed response of two teenaged girls. The police
> retained the video until after the end of the exhibition's run,
> returning it with a warning: "We won't be pressing charges, but we may
> press charges if she persists in showing it."
> A number of viewers apparently share their concerns. The comment book
> at the Cambridge Galleries in Cambridge, Ont., where a small selection
> of Rye's recent work is being shown, speaks volumes about the
> generational shift that has occurred in the perception of appropriate
> adult/child interaction. If one can judge the age of the writer by
> their handwriting, a pattern seems to present itself -- teens
> responding with comments like "gross" and "sick," while older gallery
> visitors seem cautiously supportive. "I am impressed and intrigued
> with the levels of intimacy into which you are plunging," writes one
> woman; another writes, "Mothers and babies have always interacted in
> this physical way. The sense of touch is integral to emotional
> growth."
> Perversion, it seems, is in the eye of the beholder. While the law is
> quite specific on what constitutes child pornography -- the depiction
> of under-18-year-old children's genital or anal regions, and the
> explicit sexual activity of minors (not including hugging, kissing and
> touching) -- widespread public opinion is considerably more
> conservative. It's the rare artist, these days, who will even stick a
> toe in these troubled waters, for fear of either being accused of
> predatory inclinations toward children, or of fostering such
> inclinations in others.
> But how justified is the big chill? Judith Levine, the Brooklyn,
> N.Y.-based author of Harmful to Minors: The Perils of Protecting
> Children from Sex (published last year), maps out the wide discrepancy
> between perceived and actual instances of pedophilia in North American
> society and argues that, from a purely statistical standpoint, "our
> fear of sexual assault far exceeds the actual need to feel fearful."
> But in Anglo-American culture, she argues, we tend to sexualize our
> general anxieties about social change. These days, she says, "much of
> our anxiety is centred around the impact of the media, the Internet
> and the commercial marketplace in general, which uses kids as both its
> target and as its sales force. These vehicles," she adds, "engage kids
> in previously adult activities and give kids access to images and
> ideas that we were previously able to barricade from them. It
> represents a perceived loss of control over children's lives -- which
> was a little illusory to begin with."
> Whatever the roots of the unease, there is no doubt that our culture
> is riven by a deep contradiction: aggressively asserting the
> precocious sexuality of children in mainstream culture on the one
> hand, while reflecting terror about its implications on the other. As
> AGO contemporary art curator Jessica Bradley puts it, "What interests
> me here is what kind of visual imagery we will accept in any other
> domains -- like music videos, advertising, cinema, magazines -- that
> we will not accept in art. I think this reveals some of our notions
> about what art must be. It's a very conservative clinging, perhaps, to
> a notion of art's social duties."
> Can art help us to unravel these contradictions? There have been a few
> pioneers -- most of them women -- who have ventured into this
> dangerous territory. In the United States, photographer Sally Mann is
> the most striking exemplar, defiantly continuing to photograph her
> children -- often nude -- as they go about their lives in rural
> Virginia. No adult can look at these pictures and not feel the
> rapturous lens through which Mann sees her children, or not envy the
> lazy, sensual lifestyle of children who can run around naked, swim in
> the river and play in the mud all day. "Many of these pictures are
> intimate," Mann wrote in the preface to her 1992 book, Immediate
> Family. "Some are fictions and some are fantastic but most are of
> ordinary things every mother has seen -- a wet bed, a bloody nose,
> candy cigarettes. They dress up, they pout and posture, they paint
> their bodies, they dive like otters in the dark river."
> But my children, confronted with these images (including one called
> Popsicle Drips, which shows her son's nude torso spattered with dark
> Popsicle juice stains), reacted with an appeal for the privacy of the
> child. How will they feel about these pictures when they grow up, they
> asked? Why couldn't the mother just keep the picture for herself,
> instead of putting it in a book where strangers could see it? To what
> extent, I wondered as I listened to them, can Mann's children truly be
> considered partners in the art-making process, as she asserts then to
> be, when they cannot possibly understand the adult context in which
> the work is to be received?
> I found myself weighing the same questions looking at Rye's most
> recent work in the Cambridge show. Provocatively titled Carnal, the
> video projection starts small on the wall -- we see her daughter, now
> four years old, licking the melted ice cream off a spoon -- but the
> image grows and grows until it envelops us, bringing us closer to her
> tangled thatch of blond hair, her pearly, luminous skin and downturned
> lashes, and her glistening lips and delicate, slithery pink tongue,
> which works its way methodically around the spoon. Rye has slowed the
> image down, heightening the sensuality of the moment.
> The work, she says, records her daughter's total absorption in her
> innocent pleasure and her mother's pleasure in watching. "I wanted a
> deeply saturated, luscious colour," says Rye, and she got it. But how
> will this imagery be received by others who visit the gallery? Is she
> not leaving her child open to danger by placing her loveliness on
> public view?
> When it comes to liberalism, this is where the rubber meets the road.
> Does our fear of how such an image might be interpreted entitle us to
> remove it from public view? The answer must be no; all images of
> innocence could then be censored as enticements to depravity.
> That's not to say that the choices for the artist are made without
> trepidation and human cost. Lyla Rye recalls the aftermath of the
> Halifax episode: "We decided to hire a social worker to come and do an
> assessment of our home, and of my relationship with my daughter, just
> to be prepared, in case of the worst. I wanted to know: If they come
> for her, I know they will come unannounced. But will they come at
> night? How many will there be?" So far, thank God, there has been no
> knock at the door.
> In the end, works like this may help us to sort through our own
> feelings about the parent/child bond, about sensuality, innocence,
> trust and maybe even the betrayal of those things. One note inscribed
> in ladylike cursive in the exhibition's comment book spoke volumes
> about the complexity of audience response. "I need time to process the
> pieces here . . . " wrote this visitor. "As a past survivor of sexual
> abuse at the hands of my own parents, I can say that watching the
> images surfaced in me anger and hostility similar to others who have
> commented here. Perhaps if I had had a more 'pure' childhood I would
> be less disturbed?"
> But, she adds, "I'll probably be back again."
> Lyla Rye continues at Cambridge Galleries in Cambridge, Ont., until
> Sunday (519-621-0460).
>
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