We have art in our home with full frontal nudity.
It’s beautiful work, but still. Boobs! A Penis! Even a modest vagina.
I want to be all high-minded and artistic about it, but I’ll be honest that when we had kids this gave me pause. My husband’s movies have a lot of nudity in them, but they have a lot of other things that render them unsuitable for children. So they do not see much of his on-camera work, not because we are ashamed, but because it isn’t appropriate. But standing art in our home is different. Genitalia adorns our walls.
Before I had children I would have given some sort of snooty answer to this dilemma, like teaching your kids about real art and celebrating the human body. Okay, maybe that’s not snooty, and maybe this whole thing isn’t really a dilemma.
But the game changes when you have curious children - and this is natural, of course - who want to talk about it. When it’s your kids, fine. When it’s a playdate, well. I’m not super into discussing anatomy with a three-year-old school mate.
The Gorilla’s office has still shots from his movies that contain, occasionally, male nudity. When any of the office kids come by for the a visit, assistants tape up yellow post-it-notes over the offensive parts of the photographs. It’s funny, actually, looking at a wall of photos with strategically placed post-its.
There are some things that we did purge from the house when we became parents. There might have been a crude coffee table book or two that didn’t survive our brand of baby-proofing.
There is no chance of taking down any of the nekkid art in our home. My husband, first and foremost an artist, balked when my conservative self brought up the issue. Ultimately, we want our children to grow up in a creative environment and the art he’s created or we’ve chosen is often of the human form. So there you have it. You’ve been warned, if you ever swing by my house with children.
But also: we have awesome art.
Original painting by J. Tremaine, known here as The Gorilla.