"I want to develop a new consciousness and approach to the idea of unity between body and soul, between body and soul and cosmos...I want to demonstrate the unbelievable construction of our planet, point out its sources of energy and how, with a new consciousness, we can learn to rearrange our body a
Chila Kumari Burman was raised by East Indians who emigrated to the impoverished Bootle district of Liverpool in the '50s. She was taught early and young to look for identity between the cracks of culture.
Burman uses memorabilia from her past -- shards of humor, pain, and the unexplained -- to
In one image, a drunken, disheveled man dips a jug into a bucket of home-brewed beer that sits next to his chair in a squalid living room. In another -- a close-up -- a woman eats a slice of pizza. She's obese, covered in tattoos, and wearing a weird assortment of shabby clothes; the pizza oozes from
"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