It started in a dusty college library, where a faded art book stopped me cold: a stark, sensual painting with a plaque describing it as...

Once, erotic painting was about the slow craft of brush on canvas—a world distant from the click of a shutter or the flicker of a film...

Where do we draw the line between art and provocation? I still remember a billboard from my teenage years: a perfume ad framed as high...

Once, standing in a small art gallery, I overheard someone whisper, 'You can almost hear the thinking behind the brushstrokes.' It got me...