Last summer, the national museum here in Oslo had a Louise Bourgeois exhibition that I went to see. I was scared to go, because I have a phobic fear of spiders, and I honestly had no idea how I would react to seeing her famous sculptures of them. I didn’t know much about her other work apart from the spider sculptures and her suspended work, and only just discovered her a few years ago through the photography of Robert Mapplethorpe and the portrait of her, an elderly lovely postured woman holding a massive latex cock. I liked her immediately of course.
Art is a Guaranty of Sanity
Art is a Guaranty of Sanity
Art is a Guaranty of Sanity
Last summer, the national museum here in Oslo had a Louise Bourgeois exhibition that I went to see. I was scared to go, because I have a phobic fear of spiders, and I honestly had no idea how I would react to seeing her famous sculptures of them. I didn’t know much about her other work apart from the spider sculptures and her suspended work, and only just discovered her a few years ago through the photography of Robert Mapplethorpe and the portrait of her, an elderly lovely postured woman holding a massive latex cock. I liked her immediately of course.