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The Dirty Hits...

To celebrate the imminent publication of the ‘Dirty’ issue of Art & Music magazine, and the forthcoming SEX auction at Phillips de Pury on 19 March, we’ll be featuring exclusive content from the Spring Issue right here.  If you’d like a copy of the full edition you can pick up a copy at the Saatchi Gallery from 18 March, or subscribe and the magazine will be posted directly to your door.  First up, a vox pop from installation artist/printmaker Louise Clarke.


Bill Burton’s dad has the stallion’s cock firmly in his grasp, holding it hard and tight against his body. All the boys are sat on the wooden fence, watching. It’s a sunny day; warm and sticky. The horse’s cock is huge, as big as my teenage thigh and the colour of a love-bite. Finally, the member is guided in to the mare and they are at it. An awkward, clumsy fuck; huge arses, metal hooves and the noise - like two tractors stuck in the mud, grinding their gears. All the boys are awkward; they fidget and flush pink, piebald patches on their bumfluff necks and faces. They each have a hard-on which they try to hide or snigger away. I’m wet and my heart is racing. I’m the only female there – apart from the mare.


Sex was a natural, spontaneous and urgent thing. Foreplay wasn’t a set of instructions bought from a magazine – it was the immediate, impulsive activation of the imagination, the dynamics of game-playing, adventure and charm. It felt more like catching rabbits and laying traps. It was chasing or being chased, running through ploughed fields, tangled grass at your feet; it was hiding in hedgerows and holding your breath, listening to your heart and the sound of a leather belt buckle being undone and let loose.


I instigated my sexual encounters and took my opportunities when I wanted to. Equality wasn’t a word I needed to use. Only when I went to the Comprehensive did I witness the alternative. The ‘townies’ version of sex was bravado and suspicion. A confusion of push me/pull me – sex was jeered at and desired in equal measure. Girls paid a high price, mentally and physically, to engage in sex and to appear ‘up for it’, with make-up as a disguise or defence. They all talked and worried about it continuously. Their sexual arena was smothered in rules, products and corruption. Relationships mimicked benign dictatorships and bullies determined not only group hierarchies but laid down the laws of sexual acceptance. You could be viewed as a popular, bold, desirable lass or a slag within an hour. Finally, anyone who did actually have sex was mocked and often made an outcast.


I’d known intimacy and mutual respect – the honest pre-coital confessions of male aspirations, the sharing of fears and the articulation and testing out of opinions, all given as generously as the orgasms. Nature and the world could not function or survive without the female and every farmer and their sons knew this. It was about balance not conquest.


These fumbling, feral sexual experiences of my childhood landscape, along with irrational superstition and folk law, inform my life and underpin my work. It may be socially ‘dirty’, but sex, like food, land and nature, is fundamental. It defines existence.


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Comments

Donald Draper
2010-03-09 18:30:13
This is bloody terrific writing...

afra
2010-03-10 16:01:06
Wow... i love the 'foreplay' part... great one!

Stan
2010-03-26 17:36:02
clarity with poise, has this gorgeous work been published ? I can almost feel, taste and touch this lady's 'landscape'.

Lee Harding
2010-03-28 18:35:59
Well, i would love to write a comment which sums up my response to the article above with as much panache and skill as Louise - but i can't - sublimely written and a subject which i think a lot of people can relate to, but wouldn't necessarily be conscious of - one of things that we just take for granted... Looking forward to getting my dirty mitts on the mag... thanks Louise - keep writing : do you have a website by the way, because if not - you should ;) with more stuff like this too. Lee

Lee Harding
2010-03-28 18:36:07
Well, i would love to write a comment which sums up my response to the article above with as much panache and skill as Louise - but i can't - sublimely written and a subject which i think a lot of people can relate to, but wouldn't necessarily be conscious of - one of things that we just take for granted... Looking forward to getting my dirty mitts on the mag... thanks Louise - keep writing : do you have a website by the way, because if not - you should ;) with more stuff like this too. Lee

Catherine
2010-04-18 00:45:39
Write more. Write poetry.



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