The art is now on view at the Arizona Gallery at the UA Student Union, and a poetry chapbook is available from Kore Press. Woman is a fleshy creature in their constructions, a body that births and nurtures the species' young, but one that's also driven by her own intense desires. Bliss agrees that the body is hardly a sum of tidy separate parts. Almost nobody likes to think about mom in bed. Deming and Bliss, a painter who lives in Maine, confront this problem with some soul-baring about their own sexual practices.
Mother tells daughter, and daughter tells mother.
They relish the disruption of the traditional family hierarchy that their investigation requires. Their innovative project is only partly successful. The analysis of their own relationship can tend toward therapy-speak. They don't possess the messy fecundity that they're addressing. But much of the poetry, particularly Deming's, is a lovely, and true, evocation of life within the body.