So pregnant artist Marni Kotak is to bestow upon us her greatest work yet - a film of herself giving birth. She's doing it because: "it's the greatest expression of life, the highest form of art." Well yes, but it ain't pretty.
Having been there three times myself all I can say is," Best of luck Pet" Bless her, it's her first. We all know there is a conspiracy of silence over the whole bloody, mucky business. Incredible and amazing yes, but well, there's the rest...
She's not daunted, having already told the world what a tremendous lover her husband Jason Bell is. He's an artist too. Perhaps a tad attention seeking, no? Always the ones that say the most who are the worst, but no one wants to pee on her parade.
She sat there, all huge and proud, with a birthing pool in the backround and surf music on the speakers. She's even got a giant golden trophy to give herself. Can't fault her optimism. I sincerely hope it goes well for her. We are all on our own with that one, no matter how many birth attendants are at the ready.
Let's hope she's not carted off for a section, yelling blue murder and cursing the sex god who put here there. It might not be art as we know it, but it would be real.
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