The "Supermarket" show at the Peter Blake Gallery is aptly named, offering more tasty goodies than you'd find on the shelves of a Trader Joe's. You've got everything from the heavy metal furniture of Cheryl Ekstrom to Jeffrey Krueger's luscious landscapes to the glimmery, inexplicably potent planets of Lita Albaquerque. But Jorg Dubin's "Twins On a Green Chair" is the piece that knocks you flat with its queasy, unromantacized sexiness. Two ruddy, annoyed-looking, attractive-ish, middle-aged wom
Jorg Dubin's "SEATED TWINS" at the Peter Black Gallery
Erotica, generally speaking, is sex with all the gross scrubbed off, everything is glamorous and beautiful. Porn is sex with nothing but the gross, where body parts matter more than the people who own them. Both extremes fail to delve into the complicated, bittersweet reality of sex, the pathos and the comedy of it, the way that it can be beautiful and gross at the same time.
We've previously hyped Jorge Dubin's paintings of hard-livin', t
