Archive for March, 2014

Here are 3 medium size Polaroids, I’m up to 343 now.

This set worked well together when I lined them up. Memories slip away one by one, but it takes time to get them all out. No matter how much you try to tell your brain not to think, or not to cry, sometimes the memories just float back in, unexpected, you don’t always know why or what triggers them. Unless you suffer from dementia and literally loose your mind and cannot remember who people are, only time make certain memories less vivid. Although they somehow become a part of you as well, they just become less oppressing. They say love is the greatest disease.  It sure is infectious like one.

Tears

We’re so focus on the present we tend to be scared of the future, and we refuse to live in the past. But we only get older, and one day you end up looking back, not forward.

The past inspires me, the present bores me unless I’m sharing it with someone significant, the future gives me hope.

till next time….

 

~ D

 

Here is a comparative study of a finished large Polaroid vs the original pencil drawing;

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More and more I feel like the pencil should be shown next to the pilling up finished Polaroid. There is a line that gets lost in the painting process. Which is a shame, but isn’t it un-avoidable?

I also realized, silly me, that I should always scan the finished painting before the last gloss, because even though the gloss once dry sorta makes the color deeper and nicer when I scan it there is this shine I cannot get rid off….

here is the finished Polaroid, as you can see it shines. I was happier with the overall light on this one.

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And the entire original pencil drawing.

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For those wondering I always start drawing with a color pencil in blue, purple or orange to block out the composition before going over it with an HB pencil. Then it’s off to the tracing table, where you usually loose the original line…

The drawing is a preserved memory of one of those warm summer night spent dancing till the sun rise, worrying about nothing but the present moment, looking at the floating lights and trying to see faces in the dark, being blind and mindless and in love.

I’ve been listening to a lot of classical music tonight and remembered how much that stuff really grabs my insides, so I’ll end up the post with the adequate lyrics excerpt from Strauss’s four last song, “At Sunset”;

We have through sorrow and joy
gone hand in hand;
From our wanderings, let’s now rest
in this quiet land.

Around us, the valleys bow
as the sun goes down.
Two larks soar upwards
dreamily into the light air.

Come close, and let them fly.
Soon it will be time for sleep.
Let’s not lose our way
in this solitude.

O vast, tranquil peace,
so deep in the evening’s glow!
How weary we are of wandering—
Is this perhaps death?

~ till next time

– D

 

Here are a couple of Polaroids set, some Portraits and some Body parts.

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I do portraits once in a while, it’s always hard to nail someone’s expression but I think I did a good job here. For this set I was interested in juxtaposing my 3 most recent lovers and see if I see something different about them. And I have to say it’s quite interesting… I’m obviously attracted to a specific type. What strikes me the most in the features are the eyes.

On a fun note, those three together make a PhD…. Does that mean I graduated? I sure still over-think everything. However those relations brought me to a point in my life where I know where I stand, I know what I need and won’t be so trusting nor kind anymore. It’s sad when being “too giving” becomes a burden and a source of pain. But then again I’m known for being good at making work about the feel of being lost and misunderstood. So maybe my curse as an artist is not to be able to be careless enough, but on the up side it allows me to create intimate and honest work.

BodiesI’m very happy about how these 2 turned out. When you fall asleep or awake next to your lover you always take time to gaze upon their bodies, you try to memorize every line, every beauty spot. It’s one of those rare peaceful moment where you can meditate and do not think about anything but the present moment, and the body lying next to you and how much you care about them.  At least for me.

I should do more of those body parts, they translate well the nostalgia and melancholia of lost loves.

till soon…

~ D

Here are a couple of larger scale Polaroids. Pushing a little the graphic on that first one. I recently read that blog about how people we come to love eventually become strangers. Not because we forget about them but because we decide to make them stranger to our life. It’s sad how someone you were so close to indeed suddenly becomes a stranger, the connection you once share becomes nothing but a memory. We live our lives knowing that the person you once love has become nothing but another lost face in the crowd. When in fact you use to know them on a deeper level than any of their friends. The vision you have of a person within the confine bedroom is very different from when you are outside socializing. Uncovering a person in the intimacy can be scary, for some people it’s hard to let the other in, but when you’re comfortable you really do come to see them under a very unique light. And that knowledge will never be lost.

On another note, I’m also considering more and more starting to work on a music video for Love is A Bitch and do a nice animated piece using the Polaroids. I still have to find a technique I’m happy with thought.

Orgasm Don't take it off

I’m tired so I’ll close this on a Verlaine’s poem;

Memory with Twilight glows
And trembles on the fiery horizon
Of burning Hope that shrinks and grows
Like some mysterious partition
Where the flowers in profusion
– Dahlias, lilies, tulips and marigolds –
Fly round a trellis in their circulation
Among the heady exhalation
Of heavy perfumes, whose warm poison
– Dahlias, lilies, tulips and marigolds –
Drowning my senses, soul and reason,
Mingles in their immense confusion
Memory with Twilight’s glows.

Till soon…

~ D

Here is a set where I’m pushing the boundaries a little bit. I called it “Pineapple” or “Ananas” as for the French.

BJ

Giving a “head” is one of those thing I consider the ultimate thing to do when you’re intimate with someone. It shouldn’t be taken lightly. It’s one of those thing you can only appreciate when you truly like the person you’re being intimate with. Because it’s not only completely loosing yourself into someone, it’s giving a little piece of you to them. And it can’ be enjoyed for both part unless you are really into it.  Unfortunately, a lot of people tend to banalize sexuality and think of it as if it where… nothing more than a piece of pie. It’s not. You should value these moments and make it special. Because the truth is, it only feels amazing, when you feel comfortable with it, and to get to that level of comfort, in all honesty, you need trust. And that’s one of the hardest thing to give/get. Think about it. And it’s the same thing the other way around. For a guy to feel easy enough to spend time “down” on you and, you, actually enjoying it, takes a strange mix of desire, trust, and love.

I’ll close on that song that got all of us horny… Crazy on You.

till next time.

~ D

Post Love

Posted: March 9, 2014 in Erotic Series
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Here is another medium size Polaroid #326 entitle “Post Love”… although it could be Post Spanking.

This one is just about some of these little moments where you feel comfortable in a relationship and even though you’re not doing anything special with your lover, you’re genuinely happy.

If you could swallow a drug that would erase certain memories would you take it? It’s sometimes tempting to think about erasing any memories that makes you unhappy.  But unfortunately most of those memories that make you sad or nostalgic are also happy memories. I would want change or have it any other way, I will live with the memories, sometimes they will pain me, sometimes they will just make me smile.

Post Love

That’s all for this one. Much more Polaroids to come…. I’ll close with a song that’s always good to hear when your sweetheart is around, especially on Sundays

till next time.

~ D