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July 31, 2003
The Australian artist Bill Henson is commonly seen by the art institution as a passionate photographer of twilight zones: of the ambiguous spaces that exist between day and night, nature and civilization, youth and adulthood, male and female, light and dark.

His work does make me uneasy, despite the framing of the beautiful as a sexualised body. I find it disturbing, though not sensational. I cannot quite put my finger on why it is disturbing. Maybe it has to do with the passivity of the desiring female body? Why is she not calling the shots? Or has it more to do with the sexual desire of young kids? Why cannot 14 year olds have sex?
The unease goes back well over a decade:

Street kids juxtaposed to high European art. Easy to get, as is the juxtapostion of poverty and wealth. Yet the image is still disturbing in a different kind of way to the more sexual image above. In what way is it disturbing though?
Is it the indifference of the art institution to the condition of street kids that is disturbing? Is it the teenager's sullenness and angst tinged with melancholy amidst the beauty, youth and romance?
Or has it to do with the visionary romantic artist in a post-industrial age continuing the tradition of photographers pushing the boundaries of photography as fine art? That is more cliched than disturbing in these postmodern times. Maybe it is the romantic artist who puts the finger on what is disturbing in our civilization?
This text gives a brief overview of Henson's work. He was able to move photography out of its ghetto in specialist photography galleries into the broader art world. He is an artist not just a photographer.
The strength of Henson's work is that it generates more questions than answers. That is the appeal. The questions disclose what we find disturbing, and we struggle to put our finger on it and then to express it. It is the disturbing quality arising from the questioning that makes it art and not porn.

Bill Henson , Untitled #58, Untitled, 1998 - 2000
The images refer more to our sense of being in the world than the play of light on man made structures and nature.
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Y DONT U PUT SOME DECENT PICTURES IN THERE U HOMO