Friday, March 27, 2015

The meaning of pleasure connection

For those that don't know redtube the above link is porn, so if that offends you, don't click.

But for people that aren't lame... This.

So much this.

What is captured in this video is exactly what I hope to capture in my own work, the deeper meaning in sexual activity, the connection that is possible between two (or more) people through the conduit that is mutual pleasure giving and receiving. The absence of duty or trade, and the beauty of the fact that what is celebrated is rapturous for both parties in their own right, not as strictly giver or receiver but as simultaneous co-pleasers and co-pleased. It's perhaps why 69 is my favorite activity, because it's all four happening at once: the pleasure in your mouth and theirs and in their genitals and yours, and your orgasms feed off of each others in a cycle of pleasure without taking turns.

It's so beautiful.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

What Can't Be Stolen

Over this past winter my car was broken into and most of my camera equipment was stolen. Even though I've been on a sort of hiatus with my art I was devastated.
 I had been planning on getting back to creating even if on a limited basis. I had even scheduled a shoot that I had been looking forward to for quite some time, a shoot that I had to cancel. I felt defeated, and lost. I felt like my art had been taken away from me. Then I had an epiphany. 
Even on my hiatus I had continued to flex my creative muscle by taking landscape photos on my phone and posting them to Facebook and Instagram, using the limited editing apps on my phone and filters on Instagram to exert as much control over the final product as I could. I hadn't given it much respect in my mind as it was just a way of capturing the beautiful Texas skies and showing my friends and keeping a record of my journey. And it was just my phone!
 My epiphany was realizing that it wasn't my equipment that made my art, it was the amount of control I exerted as limited by the tools at my disposal that made my art possible; it didn't matter if I found myself more limited because of a different tool, I could still build my vision using what I had: my Nexus 5 and a few editing apps. And even if I lose these tools, I have others, I can go back to drawing with ballpoint pens on paper or if those aren't available I could scratch at a wall with a stick. 
That's what can't be stolen, what can't be taken away from me: my desire to create and my ability to think, to overcome obstacles, to keep moving forward, to keep my vision alive.
 To be me.
(Taken on a Nexus 5, created in my soul.)

Wednesday, August 8, 2012


The Tide

El Muelle de San Blas

Ella despidió a su amor
El partió en un barco en el muelle

De San Blas
El juró que volvería y empapada en llanto
Ella juró que esperaría
Miles de lunas pasaron
Y siempre ella estaba en el muelle, esperando
Muchas tardes se anidaron
Se anidaron en su pelo y en sus labios 

Llevaba el mismo vestido
Y por si el volviera no se fuera a equivocar
Los cangrejos le mordían
Sus ropajes, su tristeza y su ilusión
Y el tiempo se escurrió
Y sus ojos se le llenaron de amaneceres
Y del mar se enamoró
Y su cuerpo se enraizó en el muelle 

Sola, sola, en el olvido
Sola, sola con su espíritu
Sola, sola con su amor el mar
Sola, en el muelle de San Blas 

Su cabello se blanqueó
Pero ningún barco a su amor le devolvía
Y en el pueblo le decían
Le decían la loca del muelle de San Blas
Y una tarde de abril
La intentaron trasladar al manicomio
Nadie la pudo arrancar
Y del mar nunca jamás la separaron 

Sola, sola, en el olvido
Sola, sola con su espíritu
Sola, sola con su amor el mar
Sola, en el muelle de San Blas 

Sola, sola se quedó.