So my offical job title is "Curatorial Researcher". Which is basically a fancy name that I pulled out of a hat that means I am the office gopher, art cataloguer, data-entry slave, part-time photographer and, lately, scanner of ancient slides. These tiny bits of antiquity are images of artwork that has come into the Collection over the past 25 years, and they are in various stages of decay. I am forever preserving them for the greater good by scanning them into the database on our lovely HP ScanJet 4890.

Why the long, boring preamble you ask?

Only to explain what I am about to tell you now: All morning I have been scanning, cropping and Photoshopping images of women's crotches. Seriously. They are a series of drawings by local pervert and internationally reknowned artist Dennis Burton (http://www.mooregallery.com/artists/Dennis_Burton/index.php). The strange thing is that I find myself drawn towards these representations of laced pelvic regions and gartered thighs. I have been telling myself that as a feminist, it can only be my admiration for Burton's skillful draftsmanship that could possibly found my interest in art that is obviously exploitationist (Burton picked up hitchhikers and prostitutes as his models), sexist and fabricated out of the phallocentric "male gaze". I've written countless papers on this very topic. Does my interest in these drawings set the accomplishments of my foremothers back 40 years? Or I am justified by examining them with a questioning, post-modern frame of mind?

sigh.

Maybe I just like crotches.

What a perv.

So I believe art school has slowly stifled my creative will into almost complete oblivion, to the point where picking up a pencil to draw seemed an unsurmountable task. However, in the past week I have determined the cure for this affliction! It appears that by drawing numerous repetitious pictures of my television, my ill will toward the creative process has dwindled. Who would have thought that doing something for onesself without the impending doom of public critique would make one feel unburdened and light as a feather? From now on, I'm only going to create stuff that everyone else will think is crap. Artistic liberation now.