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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

"That Night We Made Love Now Officially Cost Me $325 in Parking Tickets and a Stolen Bicycle Wheel. Totally Worth It."

Posted by on Tue, Apr 27, 2010 at 12:53 PM

Thanks to Jen, I have boobs on the brain. Perhaps this is fortuitous: the Seattle Erotic Art Festival kicks off this Friday, April 30th at noon in the Exhibition Hall at the Seattle Center.

I've never been. The things I find erotic—namely, baked goods and the words "I'm sorry"—I can get at home, for free. This year, however, one exhibit is luring me in: the potential to read a stranger's love note (I also find nosiness erotic) tucked into mounds of pillow's strewn on top of a giant fucking bed. You see, Seattle cartoonist Ellen Forney and her partner, Jacob Peter Fennel find love notes erotic. And so, for the Erotic Art Festival, they've created an installation centered on writing, giving, and receiving them.

Forney and Fennel, as depicted by Forney
  • Forney and Fennel, as depicted by Forney
"Jake and I are long distance lovers," Forney says, "so we live through love notes. And we've noticed there's an intimacy to writing notes that digital communications don’t have. We want people to reconnect with that."

The title of this post is one of the first love notes Forney received from Fennel. And this is the first thing people will see as they enter the Exhibition Hall: a red carpet leading to a bed chamber, complete with two desks on which to write love notes, a handmade nine-by-twelve-foot bed (four times the size of one full bed), and 15 unique handmade pillows, each containing a pocket just large enough to store one note.

Visitors will be encouraged to sit at the desks and write a love note to someone they desire. "It can be specific, like 'I love how your boobs bounce when you cough'," says Forney, "or it can be general, like 'Honestly, you are the awesomest person I've ever met.'"

Then they will climb on the bed, chose a pillow that they're drawn to—pillows ranging in personality from white and frilly to red velvet with brocade to nubby black leather—and replace the love note tucked in the pillow's pocket with their own. In the end, every participant will walk away with a stranger's expressed, personal desire for someone else.

"The handwriting, the smell, the feeling of holding something that you know was written with longing and desire and love in mind is incredibly erotic," says Forney. "And it's something we don't get through texts or email. We're trying to spark that emotional buzz, the familiar quality of being cherished."

The Seattle Erotic Arts Festival runs April 30 through May 2.

 

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not "pillow's ."
"Pillows."

Apostrophes, as a rule, are not used before the plural 's.'
Posted by Language Art's on April 27, 2010 at 1:03 PM
seandr 2
Awwww, that's sweet.
Posted by seandr on April 27, 2010 at 5:46 PM
Norbeck 3
@1 This is not referring to all of the pockets on all of the pillows, but one pocket that one pillow possesses. I'm no expert, but I think the 'postrophe was used correct.
Posted by Norbeck on April 27, 2010 at 8:30 PM
Norbeck 4
But please feel free to make any other correction's you feel necessary.
Posted by Norbeck on April 27, 2010 at 8:34 PM

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