Replacing brushes with breasts
It has often been said that one man’s art is another’s crucifix suspended in a jar of his own urine. Yes, art can indeed be a highly subjective endeavor- offensive and tasteless to some, titillating and inspiring to others. In the case of our latest DUMB@$$, I’m not certain that either description is adequate. Frankly, I’m not quite sure what to think…and part of me just wants to claw my eyes out.
I like to think of myself as a tolerant, open-minded sort, but we all have places where we draw the metaphorical line in the sand. Speaking only for myself, this seems as good a place to draw one as any. While I admire Peel’s sense of creativity and artistic license, I think I’ll just wait for my latest Girls Gone Wild DVD to arrive in the mail, thank you very much.
So what happens when one person’s definition of art meets another’s “what the Hell is that, anyway?” Is Peel simply another undiscovered, misunderstood Master who continues on in her solitary quest for validation and a living. Or is she simply pandering to those lonely misunderstood sorts who view her art with a tube of AstroGlide in one hand and a box of Kleenex in the other? (And do we really want an answer to that question? I’m not at all certain that I do….) Paging Pee Wee Herman…Mr. Herman, please pick up the white courtesy phone….
Is Peel simply a female (and topless) Picasso? Or a bra-less Grandma Moses? Or is she merely a talentless hack using any means at her disposal to gain her 15 minutes of fame and sell some of her artwork? Whatever your opinion of Peel and her work might be, as long as their are lonely men out there, Peel will no doubt have a market- and who am I to deny her the opportunity to spread her brilliance and originality to the masses?
Do you remember doing finger paintings when you were a kid ?
Squeezing the paint from the tube all over your hands and then spreading it all over the canvas.
Di Peel has replaced traditional brushes, not with her hands, but with her breasts.
Di says breast painting came about after a chance discovery on the internet.
“There was a woman doing breast paintings and her boobs where quite small. I emailed the article to a friend and then my friend said well if you think you can do any better you should have a go. So I did,” says Di….
So, if this woman had been running through rush hour traffic naked, would you have done that as well??
So, what kind of pictures do Di and her breasts produce? “They’re more like abstract flowers,” says Di.
“But my latest piece, people say, looks like the earth from space. My son named it ‘earthquake’ because he thinks it looks like an earthquake.”
But how dose a buyer know that they are getting the genuine thing.
“I sign every picture with my nipple” says Di.
Hey, you know, I’ve been thinking that I could stand to supplement my income. Perhaps I could develop a technique for painting with my (CENSORED). And how would people know that they’re getting the real thing? Well, that’s easy; I’ll sign it with my (CENSORED). Hey, it’s art, right? And who’s going to tell me that it isn’t ? Besides, if I use indelible flourescent paint, me and the missus could really have some fun later, eh??
