Welcome to Sundays With Clyfford Still. I’m your host, M.K. Hajdin.
This is number 19 in the series. You can read the other posts here.
Clyfford Still famously wore a suit and tie under his painting smock, so this recently discovered photograph will surprise future scholars.
Instead of a suit, tie and smock, a strangely glowing shirt with words on it! What can we make of this mysterious message?
I didn’t want to hazard a guess, so I dug out the old Ouija board from the attic to ask Clyffie directly.
The pointer spelled out, most irritably:
“Of course I despise Page 3 of The Sun. What man with at least half a brain and a sliver of conscience wouldn’t?
Exploiting human bodies to sell things is stupid and wrong. I wouldn’t want my daughters to end up on Page 3, so why would I want to look at Page 3 girls? They’re somebody’s daughters, too.
Those who want to defend it as ‘art’ amuse me. As if art would curl up and die if it had no woman-flesh to devour.
I never used nude models. I had standards as a painter, you know. And I’ve got my own damn museum and my paintings are worth millions. Not a single naked lady amongst them! Bite me, Page 3.
Now go away, kid. You bother me.
By the way, the No More Page 3 petition has close to 10,000 signatures now. Please go here and sign it.
Do it!! Or she might never shut up!
Can it, Clyffie.
Also, check out the excellent piece in The Guardian by Deborah Jane Orr which says everything I would want to say about Page 3 if I were a really smart person instead of a half-assed art blogger.
Have you read some of the comments on that thing? They’re wack! Men act like such nasty little spoiled children when someone threatens to take away their fetish objects!
Excuse me. I have to put away that Ouija board.