"To me, the television is sex, the bed is sex, the sky is sex, you're sex, I'm sex, everything is sex."
Annie Sprinkle flies bare-breasted and smiling in the face of art-world pretension. Her work, a marriage of performance, pornography, spirituality, and science, is the undiluted product of 25 y
Much has been made about Fiona Rae and her fellow British New-Wavers. Rae is
both celebrated and criticized for her habit of copping the trademarks of
American Abstractionists and Pop artists, but at the heart of her
second-generation appropriation is an analytical concern for technique. Her
canvases