Brent Ray Fraser - The Naked
Artist
The Famous Spiegeltent. Adelaide Cabaret Festival. Adelaide Festival Centre, June 18-20 2021
Reviewed by Peter Wilkins
“It will shock and awe you” Brent
Ray Fraser teases his audience. I’ve seen foot and mouth art created by artists
with disabilities. But the mind boggles at the thought of penis art. Butt naked
Brent Ray Fraser takes art to a new dimension. The unbelievable and exceedingly
well hung tool of his art is splashed with paint and pokes and sweeps at the
canvas to the accompaniment of the pounding rhythms of disco (Sonny and Cher’s The Beat Goes On) on the one hand and
the playful aria, Make Way For The
Servant from Rossini’s The Barber of
Seville on the same hand as he
caresses his mighty organ with daubs of white or black paint. His naked body
ripples and writhes as he applies his penis to the canvas.
His taut and terrific frame,
sculpted by workouts that bulge his muscles, firm his six pack and tighten his
butt is itself a sculpted work of sinewy art.
His flaccid penis brushes this way and that as an image slowly emerges
from the strokes and dabs, and it becomes evident that Fraser is more than a
well-buffed specimen of the naked male.
Landscape, depicting a scene of a
forest near his Canadian home and a portrait of a sitter from the audience
denote a talent that transcends the fearless nudity. What could easily become
gratuitous exposure of an unusually well-endowed reproductive organ becomes cheekily
confronting performance art. Eros does not descend upon the hallowed stage of
the Spiegeltent. Those prone to penis envy may stare wide-eyed in amazed
disbelief and those with a penchant for parts of the human form may feel some
delight, but there is an overriding sense of self- mockery that evokes laughter
rather than awe.
Like any gimmick, and however
talented Fraser may be as a performance artist who dares to flaunt convention
as well as his mighty appendage, The Naked Artist is a one-off curiosity. Fraser’s show is
only forty five minutes long, but it is repetitive and although one does not
know how the final work will be revealed. Fraser’s antics and audience
participation seem extended to eke out the time. Either he needs to introduce
different elements to build interest, suspense and surprise or he needs to get
to the point more quickly. I hear that he performed a ten minute segment at
Alan Cumming’s Club Cumming. That is
long enough.
But then, this is a Cabaret
Festival, and Fraser dares to go where no penis went before to the amusement of
some members of the audience. Fraser’s full frontal frolic and cheeky smile
invite an unsuspecting audience to revel in the sheer tongue in cheek
abandonment of inhibition. But this is one time when his act was too long.
Time Out NYC is advertised as
saying “You’ll certainly leave inspired and very stimulated” To do what? I left
the Spiegeltent before the end of Fraser’s penile manipulation to catch the
second half of Vince Jones’s Art of
Protest, which I did leave inspired and stimulated. And there wasn’t a
penis in sight!
