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

the no bodies

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

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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

 

Here is the second largest Polaroid I’ve ever made, it’s 18 by 24″, I actually couldn’t scan it all. It’s Called “party Life” after that song from the Mighty Hannibal. It was inspired by one of those endless night in Brooklyn in August 2013.

Party Life

I’m slightly agoraphobic so I get anxious when I end up in a crowd with less and less space to move around. I need to grab on whomever I’m with to reassure myself I won’t be swallowed by the wave of people around me. I’ve been able to control it but sometimes it’s really hard. If I don’t loose myself dancing, which is hard if there is a lack of space, I just stand there and look around. As a French proverb says “La nuit tous les chats sont gris” (at night all cats are grey); night scene is interesting and sometimes surreal when you look at it with an outsider’s eye. Everybody is hiding in the dark, faces becomes homogeneous, it’s sometimes suffocating and claustrophobic.

When I see someone I actually know and recognize while I’m lost in the dark is for for me a relief that overwhelms me like an awesome wave. Being in those places sometimes requires to go in as a pack of wild animals watching for each other’s back. Plus being a lone woman in a club is never good nor recommended, you feel like a lamb surrounded by hungry wolves.

More large and small Polaroids coming soon….

till next time

~D

I’ve been thinking about pushing further the Polaroids recently graphically without shocking. Show the most intimate moments without being overly pornographic. Real sex is nothing like pornography anyway. And when it’s done right with someone you care about it’s just something else.

Sexuality has been so banalized these days it’s sad to see people treating sex on the same level as eating a piece of pie. I personally privilege quality over quantity. And with the right partner you should have sex every single day. Different partners every week and casual fuck can never bring one to a level of comfort were both partners can be fully enjoying each other’s body. It’s however not that easy to find suitable sexual partner. If you’re honest about it.

Polaroid set of 3

 

Sex is all about trust, without trust you can’t fully give yourself to another person and thus have a fulfilling experience. Some guys however develop enough skills to make girls feel trusting and then abuse of that trust, which is just wicked. And vice versa for women who manage to manipulates men using sex. But I have to admit it is quite a skill some people develop.  It’s not sincere of them but then again honesty seems to become a more and more rare virtue just like romanticism.

331

I’ll shut up now and let you ponder on this, much more Polaroids coming…

~ D

Here’s another large Polaroid, 11×15″ special for Valentine’s Day. It’s entitled “Shift” after the Grizzly bear song that was playing that night, exactly a year ago from now.

Some moments or people are associated with songs, I can remember precisely what I was doing with whom when I hear certain songs. Sometimes it makes me feel sad, sometimes I’m just happy I’m able to remember so vividly these long gone memories…. Oceania by Bjork, Stuck in the Middle with You by Stealers Wheels, What if we could by Trent Reznor& Atticus Ross, recently Shift by Grizzly Bear and Holocene by Bon Iver, are some examples of songs I associate with specific moments and specific people in my life.

For some reason, when listening to Shift,  I always hear “And when you  call I’ll be gone” when the actual lyrics are;

Baby, I’ve got silver and I’ve got gold
But when push comes to shove, this is getting old
I wouldn’t have it any other way
No, I wouldn’t have it any other way
And when you call I’ll be there
There…
I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Is my subconscious scared the person I care about won’t be there when I need him? Or is it I who won’t be there when they finally call?

SHIFTI’ll close on my favorite song from last year; Skinny Love by Bon Iver:

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

Tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in this moment this order’s tall

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind

In the morning I’ll be with you
But it will be a different kind
I’ll be holding all the tickets
And you’ll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in lite brassieres
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind

And now all your love is wasted
And then who the hell was I?
And I’m breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?

———-

I still wouldn’t have it any other way….

Till next time…

~ D