The director of Metro 5 Gallery and I spent the afternoon arguing with the organisers of Art Melbourne, who wanted my pictures rearranged so that the more graphic depictions of intercourse would be invisible to the visiting throngs. We refused. After all, the images form a narrative that'd be disrupted if they were re-hung out of order. The exhibition centre's management threatened to curtain our space. Now the local press has taken an interest: after all, sex and censorship sells newspapers, especially on a slow weekend when Britney and Lindsay are keeping their knickers on and Madonna isn't adopting another kid. Forget about school massacres and wars and starving refugees.Further update: As the event opened at five p.m., the exhibition centre's management had a white sheet thrown across the entrance to our space. I scrawled 'CENSORED' across it in red lipstick, which incited even more curiosity than the paintings themselves might have provoked if they'd remained visible. Before long, the space was overflowing with viewers.
Renault, outraged that its brand has been associated with art that isn't safe or sanitized (has its executives ever even looked at a contemporary art magazine?), is going to strip all my vinyl artwork from its cars at the entrance. However, my name and images were still on them when the crowds turned up for the opening – the PR value of that alone was worth the time and money I invested!Andrea Candiani, Metro 5's Italian-born director, is beside himself with happiness. The fuss has turned what is, when all is said and done, a modest little show of works on paper into un vero scandalo artistico!