One is in diapers and the other is a busybody. Both knew better than to trample through the sugar on the floor to sit on top of, beneath the vulva of the exhibit like Pat did.
Let’s forget, for a moment, the subject matter of A Subtlety. And think about plain good home training. You don’t go to any place housing any works of art and touch.
You quietly observe.
You show respect.
You keep your hands to yourself.
You do not touch.
And now let’s think (for days and days since visiting the exhibit) specifically about the subject matter and all of its tentacles. And to that I say again,
It’s not yours to touch and
You show some respect.
what’chu wanna bet the person sitting down in this photo spent all kinds of time talking about how beautiful their experience was, w/o taking a moment to think about context, etc.
When I saw this exhibit it was amazing how most of my fellow white people present veered away from behind her, from the sight of her vulva, because it made them uncomfortable. Most of the few who didn’t clearly had a prurient/pornographic interest in that view. And the kids brought by white parents were NOT being schooled on how to process the experience and approach it appropriately, to understand that it’s not a grotesque (as we are often socialized to believe about black women’s bodies).
I loved this exhibit. It was beautiful and sensual (the sheer weight of the smell of sugar, the heat, the shade indoors and the long line in the sun outdoors) and packed with meaning. This guy is an asshole.