Vitamin AOM: Body Language
In which our art critics highlight their favorite works on view at Artomatic
Not that I'm prude, but seldom is it that I find anything dazzling about nude figure drawing or nude photography. For Artomatic, too often the photographs are little more than softcore porn shots (with or without a sword), or feminist questions about the body with soft lighting suggestive of, well, softcore. Meh.
This year's Artomatic even has a few hardcore porn exhibits asking the question "What is porn?" by exhibiting Photoshop-filtered images of fellatio. In one case, there's an intrepid painter who has earned the "Scariest Pussy Award" from blogger Lenny Campello. Most of the rest—drawings, paintings—falls under academic exercise.
Rahul A. Saha, aka "Eye of Ra," got a leg up (in some cases, literally) by asking his models to strike a variety of poses that are reminiscent of the Village People's Y.M.C.A. on steroids. In other words, they spell stuff—lots of stuff. His 10th floor exhibit isn't revolutionary. But in a show with a bunch of yawning nudes, and on a floor with a barrage of sculpture, he gets a gold star for effort. Legibility...not so much.