True love: Ben Cuevas

I’ve fallen in love. Fortunately, it’s the polyamorous kind of love towards art. When you see something and it fits perfectly in your mind. Like an image of something you could not describe yourself. The picture of a thought that had no form – until now. It’s a wonderful feeling.

My first love was Marit Victoria Wulff Andreassen with her drawing «Morning glory», that made the cover of my first collection of poetry, Framandkar. Then came Magritte’s «Boudoir», Frida Kahlo’s «The broken Column» , Lenora Carrington, and Nicholas Hlobo.

Now I’ve found Ben Cuevas.

«For this project I sat nude in a men’s locker room and knit myself a jock strap,» he writes on his blog. I just have to love a man who comes up with the idea and actually does it! And it doesn’t harm the performance that he looks very good… He has also knitted some genitals that I find quite familiar.

And his answer to the question «Do contemporary artists have to be naked to show their truth? No, but it’s more fun if they are!» made me laugh out loud.