XXIVJ'ai laissé mon corps à l'entrée du jardin,More Like This
les oiseaux s'en occuperont, dit-elle
Alors aveugle et sans frissons
libre et donc muette
son éther au sien se mêle
Des fibres de désir affleurent à
la surface de leurs âmes
et conscients d'avoir perdu
leur chair d'étoile
leurs esprits, sans âge, s'emmêlent
Confiants dans l'invisible
ils s'aimaginent ailleurs
unis et dispersés ainsi la pluie
Et lui de dire, après ce moment,
de penser, arrêtons-nous
About my erotic artMore Like This
I get loads messages lately from people telling me how they love my fetish works.
I really don't mind how people see or explain my work, actually I'm a huge believer that for every individual the meaning of every artwork can and must be different!!!
We all have our different perspectives and points of view in life, and I 100% support that...!!!
However some of the messages were talking about the artist and NOT about the art itself. That I am the fetish...!!!
So I thought it was time to give you my perspective about my erotic art!
First of all...
What fetishism is?
"Sexual fetishism or erotic fetishism is the sexual arousal a person receives from a physical object, or from a specific situation."
My work wasn't created by sexual fetishism, but from fear. Fear that was plant in my mind when I was still teenager...!!! I won't go so far as to say how and what happened, but few years back from today the fear was starting to wear off and I start pa
17. Somewhere in the distance a fire-engine is howling. The evening is full of screams that sound as the pre-recorded air-raid sirens that used to interrupt our TVs. We are the First Gulf War kids and the 24 hour countdown to my demise now begins.More Like This
They always find their way back to me, as soon as I regain some half baked hope that my life can belong to me. At the exact moment when I press the ejection seat— to find release— they hijack the sky, they call me their home and as always, I will let them in.
I guess I am just sick.
slow downMore Like This
The speeding city drivers
(yes, the men especially, yes)
slow to see this face upon this wall.
Those who have not seen it before
slow more. But every last one lifts
a foot from the gas or taps the brake.
And some say, "Ah, beauty."
And some know her name
and smile to see her face.
All with places to go - but first they slow.
At my ageLook,More Like This
I know you're all dark and edgy and stuff
displaying an alternate persona to the world.
I used to be a little like that, too.
But at my age...
Here's my face
Here's my soul
Call me what you will.
I don't give a shit
Time flies...I'm heading into my third year here at dA (or DA) and it seems to have gone in a flash. I've made many friends, just one or two enemies, and many 'fly bys' who seem to have a time problem of their own.More Like This
I've found less and less time to submit work to groups, but almost always accept requests.
There are countless great artists out there and I continue to fave works that I feel show merit, (often because of title/idea), tickle my fancy, or just to thank artists in response to their fave of my work.
The results have produced a Favorites gallery that is somewhat eclectic, with a touch of humor. Please visit the individual artists if you see anything you like.
Which brings me to this...
I know we're all doing our own thing here and that is as it should be. I still believe in a fave for fave, llama for llama.
I grew up in a dif