I thought I would start off classy enough - rest assured (not yet) loyal (not yet existent) readers it will get dirtier from here... much, much dirtier. But I wanted to let you know that hot starts with painting. Dounaier Rousseau's The Dream (above) is the lushest fantasy I have - I imagine the jungle growing around me in my room like Where The Wild Things Are, sweat droplets perched on angles and curves forming into perfect bubbles before slipping and disintegrating along the course of a body, a warm purr of a great cat, a velvet smooth sofa cold against skin surrounded by the sounds of a sweltering night, the unknown darkness.
The exact opposite comes to me with Lucian Freud's images - I can feel the crunch of a canvas throw under my boney ass, a harsh light shining off my worst features. Somehow that's even more taboo, being witnessed in glaring light, fully exposed, uncomplimented...
These final three images round out this voyeur-ed debut. All three models so strong and true, but played perfectly by the eye of the beholder. Erotica is a compromise, a partnership - blogging perhaps can bring that same feeling of mutual objectification that I'm lacking. Is it modern, liberated, to want to participate in objectification? How about when that objectification isn't beautiful but raunchy or wet? Can you objectify my objectification as I post the things that are alluring to me?
This is a beautiful, insightful posting.
ReplyDeleteI have just emailed you, including photo with more to come, to be contributed to your photo-collection of 'so-called' brave souls.
Believe me, the taboo of the harsh, glaring light exposing our worst and most unprotected features is how I felt photographing myself naked.