Oh, I so want to go do the rape tunnel. The uncomfortable silence when he realizes that someone who could just beat him silly (I surely wouldn't have to actually do it) just crawled out would, truly, be art.
That said, wouldn't entering the rape tunnel confer some kind of consent, thus making it not a rape tunnel?
I'm busy working on my next installation piece, my Castrate Richard Whitehurst Tunnel. Richard, if you're reading this, maybe you'd like to come by and experience it.
And here I thought rape tunnel was just one of those disgusting euphemisms used by ugly teenage boys.
The problem is calling it a "rape tunnel" and stating the intention to rape. If you enter the experience knowing that rape is a possibility, then it has no significant parallel to life experiences that lead to rape, because the victim does not enter an experience or relationship with the anticipation of being raped. If it were somehow possible to surprise the person entering the tunnel with an attempted rape, then the project would create a far closer experiential analogue to rape. But it would be impossible to achieve such an experiential state without breaking the law and endangering the safety of everyone involved. So, in the end, the project is intellectually sloppy—a non-committal failure, as FeralCat explains below.
@iplaudius: I am not sure that is entirely true--certainly people have had the experience that they are in a situation where they anticipate rape (or some other form of harm) simply by straying into a lonely or decrepit urban area.
I have gone to neighborhoods in New York and elsewhere where I felt extremely unsafe. Of course the only time I was mugged was at the Frick Collection, but that's a whole other story.
@RollsRoyceRevenge: You are right. I guess I was hoping for something that would be more than just an analogy for "choosing to take a walk on the wrong side of the tracks" or what have you. If I were going to make a work of art like this, I would want it to conjure the ambivalence and confusion of the situation in which the rapist leverages his relationship with the victim to make possible the very premise of rape. Such a scenario would also, I think, build productively on the complexity of the relationship of artist and viewer.
@iplaudius: Devil's advocate: That's kind of assuming that this is the only situation in which rape occurs, but I see your point.
I still think this guy's a jackass. He reminds me of an 'artist' from Toronto whose game was to make people uncomfortable. I didn't know this before he came into my house and on my rugs with his shoes on. When asked to take them off, he mentioned that his feet were nasty and walked directly into my bathroom. He proceeded to sit on the edge of my tub, stick his legs in there and wash his feet with my Aveeno face scrub!
I still don't know if this was part of his 'art' or whether he was just a total douchebag. Probably both.
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That said, wouldn't entering the rape tunnel confer some kind of consent, thus making it not a rape tunnel?
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Over a vat of battery acid. Or Real Housewives of New Jersey. Or Julia Allison.
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I'm sick of this trend of "The art is the reaction to the fake art!" but do not see it ending soon.
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What if somebody just wants a "latte"?
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The problem is calling it a "rape tunnel" and stating the intention to rape. If you enter the experience knowing that rape is a possibility, then it has no significant parallel to life experiences that lead to rape, because the victim does not enter an experience or relationship with the anticipation of being raped. If it were somehow possible to surprise the person entering the tunnel with an attempted rape, then the project would create a far closer experiential analogue to rape. But it would be impossible to achieve such an experiential state without breaking the law and endangering the safety of everyone involved. So, in the end, the project is intellectually sloppy—a non-committal failure, as FeralCat explains below.
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I have gone to neighborhoods in New York and elsewhere where I felt extremely unsafe. Of course the only time I was mugged was at the Frick Collection, but that's a whole other story.
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I still think this guy's a jackass. He reminds me of an 'artist' from Toronto whose game was to make people uncomfortable. I didn't know this before he came into my house and on my rugs with his shoes on. When asked to take them off, he mentioned that his feet were nasty and walked directly into my bathroom. He proceeded to sit on the edge of my tub, stick his legs in there and wash his feet with my Aveeno face scrub!
I still don't know if this was part of his 'art' or whether he was just a total douchebag. Probably both.
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