House Of Incest At Post-Museum

So we know Post-Museum is moving out of its current premises on Rowell Road. Glad to know it'll continue in one form or another. For tonight, we popped in for a peek at the artwork curated and presented by Grapheme Zine Lab. These pieces are so totally on sale, and on display in a week-long exhibition titled "House of Incest" - An Ob/Scene Surrealist Cross Disciplinary Art Rave. Along with the exhibition, they're pushing ahead with fund raising for the museum as well. There're fringe events going on- private film screenings, poetry-reading and music performances.

Revolving around Anaïs Nin's surrealistic portrayal of her subconscious, 'House of Incest', the artworks are the respective artists' interpretation of the author's bohemian erotica. I like Anaïs Nin's writings, especially her insights that possess a strength of character that many believe to border on feminist leanings. When I first read the author and the genre in my tweens, the writing didn't appeal. But I fell in love with her ideas. Mills & Boon, you don't stand a shit of chance against her. The friends and I used to debate intensely on the masculine and the feminine versus gender stereotypes. Her study and criticism of one of the most controversial authors of the time in a book of 'D. H. Lawrence: An Unprofessional Study' provided us with so many discussion points over long afternoons outside of our literature texts. Do note that I'm not particularly fond of the writings of D.H. Lawrence. In a rather different focus, Anaïs Nin's erotica doesn't diminish her worth, in fact, it seems to enhance it.

It was a tight squeeze tonight at Post-Museum. HOT AND STUFFY inside the space! But I refused to leave before having a good linger in front of each artwork. Peering above shoulders and squeezing past elbows, there was some substantial time spent in trying to grab photos. Alot of it was spent tip-toeing. Comes with the slight inconvenience of being vertically challenged. However, I couldn't stare as long as I would have liked, and could only depend on the photos taken to continue chewing on the thoughts and concepts for each piece. After grabbing photos, we hastened our steps next door for cold cold cold beers.