The
Sons of Dreams (The Mystery of Love Is Greater Than the Mystery
of Death) in situ. 112 x 133 inches. Acrylic on canvas stretcher
installed. 1989.
In
1989, I was invited by Barbara Sahlman and Rick Barnett to produce
a site-specific work for The Center Show, commemorating
the 20th anniversary of Stonewall. I was having an extremely
difficult time deciding what I should paint for the show.
I asked my most reliable critic, my friend James Kantor, to look
over some design ideas on which I had been working. James
looked up from the sketches and asked me, “What do you want
to say?” “I know that AIDS seems to have changed
everything. I understand why people are in despair over
it,” I answered, “but the body is still beautiful,
sex is still great, and love is still possible.” “Then
say that,” James said, “That’s a great thing
to say.”
Those
words didn’t become part of the piece literally, but they
are a statement of the spirit of the piece. The words that are
actually illuminated in the painting are:
The
mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.
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—Oscar Wilde,
Salome
The
painting is conceived as a holy icon of the sacredness of same-sex
love. The blue bedding bedecked with gold stars references
the ceilings of Italian chapels of the Quattrocento. Indeed,
the decision to set the pair of figures among the stars is likewise
meant to recall the moment in Genesis when God:
…took
Abram outside and said, “Look up into the sky
and count the stars if you can. So many,”
He said, “shall your descendants be.”
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—Genesis
15:5
As
a contemporary “tongue in cheek” jab at the
serious tone of the mural, in the upper left-hand corner of the
composition, the waking figure’s right hand pushes back
the pillow case to reveal the manufacturer’s warning label
on the pillow:
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!!!WARNING!!!
DO NOT REMOVE
——UNDER——
PENALTY OF LAW:
THE SONS OF DREAMS
——OUTLIVE——
THE SONS OF SEED
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The
quote (from which the title of the painting is derived) is taken
from the novel The Persian Boy by Mary Renault.
In her novel, Alexander the Great and his lover, Bagoas, a eunuch,
ponder their heritage and their progeny.
It
was long since I had remembered my father clearly. Now
his face returned to
me, blessing my sons to be. Maybe, after all, his words
were not empty wind.
Alexander said, “Yes, tell me your thought,
what is it?”
I answered, “That the sons of dreams
outlive the sons of seed.”
“You are a seer. I have thought it often.”
“I did not say, “No, I am just
a eunuch making the best of it,”… |
—Mary Renault, The Persian Boy
Click
here for the review from, The Advocate.
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