December 26, 2013
November 1, 2013
Craver & The Infinite Sensuality of Weightlessness
“Seductively unsettling, the transcendental and consuming works by Neil Craver hint at the subliminal sensations between drowning, floating, helplessness and the infinite sensuality of weightlessness.” (Juxtapoz Erotica)
Martin Eder : not the beautiful who dream through the cosmos
"in the paintings it is not the beautiful who dream through the cosmos, but realistic bodies bearing the marks of life"
http://www.martineder.com/martin_eder_paintings.html:
in the face of man there is an infinite entanglement of dodges and evasions that correspond to the mind‘s traffic on which everything rests upon. one does not think of ascribing life to the simplicity of the sun, anymore. however, everyone of us carries this simplicity within himself: he forgets about it to the benefit of an entanglement in accidental events which are dependent from the tight-fisted anxiousness of the self.
georges bataille, the misfortunes of the present time (1940)
October 22, 2013
Raven Moonhawk : Échapper à la Vortex Obscène : Nude Self Portraits
I've been torturing myself (and my fiancé) between the highs and lows of self satisfaction and contempt with what I do and where I'm at in life... Thankfully even when we torture each other we refuse to leave one another. Love that runs far too deep to ever be removed from itself.
What I've been neglecting, that my fiancé Stacey has Indirectly forced me to focus on, is that the core of my art begins with my own physique & existence- my freedom does not only lie within it's movement but in the act of becoming Muse to Myself.
As an artist, inspiration is drawn upon constantly from a variety external stimuli- but forced to look inward.... to look into myself for it is the most difficult wrenching experience for me... I don't know why. My way around it is to deflect that inspiration onto other women, to photograph in them what I want to photograph in myself. To be responsible for beauty rather than becoming it. So my new project is just that... Self portraits that expose my vulnerable, and writing words void of falsehood or fear.
A film will come of it too, a telling of vast intensely personal states of emotional and sexual blockage; To Shed It.
I have been unhappy this year, despite Love's ecstasies.
It's time to focus on myself without apology, and my man is holding me to it.
What I've been neglecting, that my fiancé Stacey has Indirectly forced me to focus on, is that the core of my art begins with my own physique & existence- my freedom does not only lie within it's movement but in the act of becoming Muse to Myself.
As an artist, inspiration is drawn upon constantly from a variety external stimuli- but forced to look inward.... to look into myself for it is the most difficult wrenching experience for me... I don't know why. My way around it is to deflect that inspiration onto other women, to photograph in them what I want to photograph in myself. To be responsible for beauty rather than becoming it. So my new project is just that... Self portraits that expose my vulnerable, and writing words void of falsehood or fear.
A film will come of it too, a telling of vast intensely personal states of emotional and sexual blockage; To Shed It.
I have been unhappy this year, despite Love's ecstasies.
It's time to focus on myself without apology, and my man is holding me to it.
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Seins Sacrés
In this series I've photographed several women's breasts...
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