Keith Boadwee
Despite the debate raging presently over whether or not Portland's art scene is a site of hope or despair, twee crafts or conceptualism, disappointing in broad strokes or streaked with moments of impressive, even visceral, pleasure, the heavy parade of shows tromps on, some good, some bad, most unseen by even the most discerning townies, and here we are, right in the beginning-middle of a grift about Keith Boadwee's show, This Is A Low, at Rocks Box.
DISCLAIMER: this is maybe one of four art shows I've been to in Portland in the last few years.
SPOILER ALERT: Boadwee dies. Just kidding, but I did really like the show.
The San Francisco-based Boadwee is most famous for giving himself paint enemas and shitting on canvas, which is something that is perhaps not as shocking now as it was in the identity-politics-1990s. Still This Is A Low is super gay. Is that why I like it? It's hard to say. Boadwee's work is both funny and dick-based, without ever really crossing the line into "crass."

Example: California Souvenir (above) is a sex-toy memento of our nation's finest state. Abstract from purpose (sans butt), something vulgar can be a chotcke, or, if you read it politically, a celebration of California's relatively lax gay marriage laws.

Untitled (Piss In Mouth) is best. It's so well-executed that it's not even shocking, just beautiful. In many ways like that Serrano piece, Piss Christ, only this has the added benefit of being the most simple closed-circuit human system I've ever seen. Nothing wasted, right? Plus I love to imagine that fucked-up scenes like these are happening in sunny backyards all over California.