I regard Bellmer, Bataille, and that whole area of power and mutilation-fuelled pornography, as tedious and repulsive. Even more tedious are the English epigones of that blind alley of the 1930s-Paul Buck and David Barton first in line. His work, in its linear purity, closely resembles the French lyric of the past 40 years or so, but actually figures like Jean-Pierre Faye or Lorand Gaspar rather than rehashed De Sade. In some of the photos dummies replace 'real' women, but it's difficult to tell who's the dummy-the live models themselves are only acting out a part. This sums up Bellmer too, I think.
Art has to mediate between the real and the imaginary.
Arguably, all images of other people are like dolls. Perhaps the doll is a useful mediatory object, even though Bellmer was obsessive and therefore monotonous. The special edition comes in a bag of sand. I am unused to reviewing conceptual art, so all I can do is suggest some kinds of practice for domestic use. Write a poem in a trance.