While watching a show by Survival Research Laboratories, at what point do we feel nervous? When the gigantic flame-thrower laps its angry tongue in our direction? When a tank-sized steel monster chews menacingly on a piece of scrap metal? All forms of death and destruction are accounted for by SRL, d
"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
The still, calm atmosphere of a Los Angeles backyard, replete with swimming pool and handsome bathers -- this is where David Hockney dwells. He's inhabited other domains too, of course, but not for as long as he's sat poolside and studied the movements of the water, the lambent play of light on its s
On the day in 1969 when America's first moon shot revolutionized space travel, artist Nam June Paik revolutionized Video art. It was the premiere of the "TV Bra," and visitors at the Corcoran witnessed Charlotte Mormon playing cello topless save for the three-inch television monitors mounted on her b