To avoid the inherent danger of this becoming a mere trawl through some mildly titilating images here's some real art to mull over:



Canyon, by Robert Rauschenbrg, who some would say was America's finest twentieth century artist.

Thoughts, on a postcard please, to the usual address.

Next week: Surealism or DADA? - we need a drink

What constitutes art and what is filth?

We can see acres of breast so long as,
heaven forbid,
we don't see any NIPPLE.



The same goes for cunts,
s'long as it's smoothie-mango,
and we don't see the
BIFURCATION
all's well and good.

When a scaffolder is laid off and spends his days painting purple pictures on some plasterboard in his garage, then gets an exhibition in New York - is it art?