Fotos recientes del Angel Cohuo

I haven't done any erotic photo posts in a long time, so here are some recent pictures from Angel.  They aren't all recently taken but recently found. I was just painting a few portraits of him and I've been looking through his porn shots.  They're artful in many ways and nothing to be condescended to.  I love them. I consider this useful art. Eminently useful and artful.

Five Views from the Western Addition

Five recent quick sketches of the neighborhood where I live in San Francisco CA near Alamo Square and Buena Vista Parks in the Western Addition, pencil on paper, 5.5 X8.5 inches.

Sarah Brecht in the Irish Hills

For Sarah Brecht's birthday today, a portrait of her wandering the hills near her former home in Ireland.

Studies for the Deluge

With things as they are, I can't be sure the show at Max Fish in May will happen. The LA Art Book Fair has already been canceled, so all this work I've been making probably won't get seen when I planned; which is a very small sorrow compared to all that's going on around us. Just the same I've decided to put a little of it out there on the web, for those who care about such things. These six are from the studies for the Deluge. They're a bunch of watercolor drawings, rain drenched views of the neighborhood where I've lived for the last thirty years.

The Big Cauldron

Turns out an old painting of mine was in a group show in Lahaska PA at Wessel O'Connor Gallery celebrating the 50th anniversary of the Stonewall Riots last summer and I didn't know about it until a few days ago. The show was called OUT/LOUD and it was curated by my old friend Billy O'Connor. Anyway, it was a great honor to see my name listed between Warhol and Wojnarowicz.. The painting is from 1998 and it's based on some images from Elem Klimov's great film about the Nazi invasion of Belarus: Come and See. The painting's called: Scrubbing the Big Cauldron.

Though the picture is derived from some ten or more frames from Klimov's film, the young man, scrubbing the cauldron in preparation for a bath, resembles my older brother (who died when he was nearly 22 years old) and the other young man, swatting his torso with young tree branches, looks something like my younger brother as a teen, and he is also like my eldest nephew, Wesley.  So beyond its rather ominous and homoerotic qualities, it also reflects some experience I have as a brother and uncle.