Death of Erotica (44" x 60") by Paul Baines is the tenth limited edition print in the Indoor Street Art series available here. Life has accelerated exponentially, the world is crowded with a virus of 6.5 billion thinking, feeling, actualising creatures of a dominant species Gratification of every kind is bartered and delivered instantly, love has been designated a place of inconsequential comfort alongside confectionery and social integration, life is not as our forefathers knew it or would have ever imagined. Mankind's relationship with the human body through the progresses in science, technology, mass entertainment and cultural adaptation has been objectified, codified, classified in a series of sub-genres, romance, fetishism, voyeurism all catered for by both the corporate adult entertainment industries as well as the mainstream.

Humans are near immune to the psychological traps of the advertisers, everything from chocolate bars to cars to beauty products have been sexualized in order to engage the consumer. Sexual exhibition and contact is delivered on request, bartered on an open market of webcam delivery, legalised brothels and the "adult entertainment industry".

"In art, immorality cannot exist. Art is always sacred" – August Rodin

The mysteries of the human body have been explored, exploited and displayed as objectified truisms by the faiths of anatomical, biological and behavioural sciences. The consumer has more and more choices in which to surgically enhance their natural attributes in order to compete with the media's idea of biological perfection, manipulated by technology, artists around the world work hard to prop up this unrealistic ideal, an objectified vision of beauty by the corporate state.

The process of revealing, the mystique and wonder of eroticism once caged by the traditions and discretions of former cultural inhibitions, the mystery of desire, the longing for beauty, all this has been brushed aside as science and technology have paved the way towards a generic objectivity of our physical existence upon the earth, Now only one truth lays hidden, untouched by the grasping hands of theoreticians, and that is death.

The rich continue to hunt down the secret to eternal youth and beauty, employing all manner of services, however ineffective, to maintain their standing in society, one which primarily is fixated on outward appearances, a cult of anatomical perfection unheard of in the past. The fear which drives this obsession is fuelled by that very same knowledge, the objectified existence of an end time, a day, an hour, a second in which the world comes crashing down for each and everyone of us. The personal apocalypse of death, or rather the trepidation of that moment feeds and fuels everything in society. With over 6.5 billion on the planet surely natural instincts would call into question any notion of mass breeding yet another generation. Yet still we hanker for some slight reminisce for our individual existence, some sign genetic or otherwise that will mark our place in time on this planet, the home to billions, all competing for natural resources of every kind. Air, water, food, heat, land, shelter, power. Yet more so for a place in the hearts of others, a place in the minds of generations to come.

No accolade, no facet of outward appearance, no surgical procedure, no word, image or idea can escape the mysterious end of the road we all must follow. Mortality is a bitch. 

Death of Erotica (44" x 60") by Paul Baines is now available as a limited edition print. To purchase this work please click the button below.

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