This post has been written to participate in the queer theology synchroblog 2013
Earlier this year I was accused of blasphemy by a Christian group who had read a blog post on here about one of my paintings. This isn’t a tale of how I felt oppressed by homophobic attitudes in the church because I didn’t, instead I was interested in their critique of my work and where the accusation came from. One of the problems seemed to be that they felt I was equating the Eucharist with oral sex. As it happens I hadn’t thought of it that way but when I re–read my text I realised that there was plenty of room in the ambiguous way I had written for that interpretation to make sense. Perhaps that was the hidden intention of my subconscious all along (not that I’m assuming my subconscious is obsessed with oral sex of course). The more I thought about it the more that this reading resonated with me and my experience of Christ. I longed for his body not in an obsessive preoccupation with sex and the pursuit of an orgasm but with a whole body desire for the other.
The act of kneeling to receive the bread and wine in the communion service has all kinds of associations, one of which is kneeling in front of a lover. This is a beautiful and intimate action involving all the senses. Whether or not it seems blasphemous to consider Christ in that context depends a great deal on our thoughts about the nature of bodies, sex and our understanding of Jesus. As for me, I was grateful that a Christian group had led me to explore that association, even if it was broached under the banner of blasphemy. Now when I kneel, in whatever context, my soul is enriched by the deeper layers of that sacramental act.
Many years ago when I was wrestling with my identity, my life falling apart in the midst of depression, a minister was sitting with me whilst I cried and I said to her: “I just want to be a gay artist”. It turns out that both of those aspects of identity needed to be hard won. But looking back I realise now that I didn’t need to become a gay artist, I needed to realise that that was who I am and denying that identity (for all kinds of complex reasons) had done violence to the person God had made me to be.
It seems to me that both the gay identity and the creative obsession of the artist are prophetic ways of being. Both entail a way of seeing and experiencing that fractures the world and breaks up comfortable formulations of identity, gender, relationships and theologies that some may see as blasphemous or disturbing.
There is an honesty and vulnerability that accompanies the self disclosure of the artist, just as there is in the process of coming out. In my experience, the more honest I am with my art the more deeply people respond to it; both positively and negatively. But I work out my theology, through prayer and meditation, with a paint brush in my hand and the smell of linseed oil in the air or with the touch and taste of another’s body. And perhaps a theology, a way of thinking about and of experiencing God, that isn’t hard won through vulnerability and self giving isn’t worth having.
With that in mind, here are three images I have been working on. All of them oil on canvases (1.0 x 1.5 m). I often work from photos and when this person modelled for me I noticed how the tilt of his head and the beauty of his body made me see Christ. And so I developed this triptych: Life, death and resurrection.
1. Life: The living Christ offers his body
[Jesus said] “This is my body, given for you” Luke 22:19
2. Death: the disciple/lover holds Christ’s body
…there came a rich man from Arimathea, named Joseph, who was also a disciple of Jesus. He went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus; then Pilate ordered it to be given to him. So Joseph took the body… Matthew 27:57-59
3. Resurrection: The risen Christ invites the disciple/lover to enter his body
Then [Jesus] said to Thomas, “Put your finger here and see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it in my side…” John 20:27
Here are the other blog posts on the theme of ‘Queer Creation’:
Queering Our Reading of the Bible by Dwight Welch
Queer Creation in art: Who says God didn’t create Adam and Steve? by Kittrdge Cherry
Of The Creation of Identity (Also the Creation of Religion) by Colin & Terri
God, the Garden, & Gays: Homosexuality in Genesis by Brian G. Murphy, for Queer Theology
Created Queerly–Living My Truth by Casey O’Leary
Creating Theology by Fr. Shannon Kearns
Initiation by Blessed Harlot
B’reishit: The Divine Act of Self-Creation by Emily Aviva Kapor
Queer Creation: Queering the Image of God by Alan Hooker
Queer Creation by Ric Stott
Eunuch-Inclusive Esther–Queer Theology 101 by Peterson Toscano
Valley of Dry Bones by Jane Brazelle
Queer Creation: Queer Angel by Tony Street
The Great Welcoming by Anna Spencer
Queer Creation by Billy Flood
The Mystery of an Outlandishly Queer Creation by Susan Cottrell
We’ve Been Here All Along by Brian Gerald Murphy
God Hirself: A Theology by T. Thorn Coyle
The Objectification of God by Marg Herder
Coming Out As Embodiments of God Herself by Virginia Ramey Mollenkott
An Interview by Katy
On Creation and Belonging by Andrew Watson
Creation by Liam Haakon Smith
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These pieces of art are stunning.
This whole post really. “Sex as a site of resistance” is something that really resonates with me. Reclaiming our sexuality both publicly and privately. That hasn’t ever really connected with my spirituality before and so it’s awesome to see that connection being made here. I absolutely love how you presented Life, Death, and Resurrection.
And I mean seriously, that artwork. I want it on my wall!
“sex as a site of resistance” – great phrase Brian, so much to unpack there. I would want to explore too “sex as a creative act” – not in the sense of procreation but in generating theologies, spiritual experience, encountering Christ there as a sacramental act etc.
Glad you like the paintings, if you’re ever in the UK come and see them in real life!
I _love_ that the blasphemy hunters gave you a new image for meditation. That’s just all kinds of perfect.
I’ve also noticed in my own life that the hurled stones of “blasphemer” and “profane!” often follow artists (visual artists and writers alike… I have stories too). They also follow those who create art through the queerness of our lives. I’m learning to see these stones as markers of the boundaries that others feel keep them safe and their God/gods contained and manageable. The danger they perceive is freedom to me. And, it sounds, to you too.
Thank you for sharing the art of your brush and your life, Ric! Great post.
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