Why does it amuse me? Why do I pause? I suppose I’m still slightly surprised by the reaction I get when I say it. And amused. Greatly amused. That just a couple of words can stop people in their tracks. I suppose when an artist asks a fellow artist what sort of painting they do, they expect the typical answer of “landscapes in watercolours” or “portraits in oils” or “pastel” or “flowers”. And I don’t give the typical answer.
Someone rang me last week, wanting a landscape in watercolour, so we discussed it in depth, and agreed a price. She asked if there was anywhere where she could view my work, and I paused. And said “I’ve got a website with a good example of my work on it” “Oh lovely” she said “I’ll have a look and come back to you”. I felt I had to warn her “Don’t look at the figure drawings if you’re easily upset” I said. She questioned me. I repeated it. When we hung up I was convinced I’d lost the sale. Later on she rang me and said “I’ve looked at your figure drawings, and yes, that commission for the landscape is fine, go ahead with it!”
So, why am I expecting a problem? Do I think that intelligent adults can’t make an informed decision about my work without getting upset? Why am I expecting that people who like landscapes will find my erotic drawings offensive? I suppose its because people happily have landscapes on their wall but don’t always openly discuss their interest in sex. I know that I can paint a good landscape, or any other subject matter, and do it efficiently, capably and appealingly. So I’ll continue to paint anything that anyone is interested in – trees, hedges, fields, hills, bushes, breasts, buttocks, sex!