When the sons of God saw the daughters of men… Genesis 6:1
“the greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see something, and tell what it saw in a plain way. Hundreds of people can talk for one who can think, but thousands can think for one who can see. To see clearly is poetry, prophecy and religion - all in one” - John Ruskin
…What do I see? …Why do I see it? …How to put it plainly?
THE VISION
Pornography…
So new to us, we’ve never been able to document our sex the way we can now. When we figured out how to record light and sound you knew sex would quickly become a subject.
These visuals have never existed before, moments frozen in time ,sexual acts depicted so intensely, honestly even, and how it has grown, fed on itself, been dialed up to a 10 and now available 24/7.
I find it a profound thing. I truly love it. I see something hidden in it all, a divine thing even; power turning my blood to fire, burning my brain;, intoxicating even.
I have zero shame in me or judgment of it other than “beautiful”. Could be dopamine addiction or a desire to be shocking? Still something speaks to me, charging me, compelling me to give voice to this presence I see.
THE WORSHIP
Felatio…
Ssuch a “worshipping” act, the fluids the commitment, the suffering and joy. Mouths squeezing in gratitude, Spit becomes lubrication. cum an anointing.
Light plays on the bubbles, bounces off drool, the strings. something so nasty and sinful shouldn’t have true beauty, and yet..
Yet…
Photography can only go so far. Technology has limits, but In art there is still some untouchable power reserved for man. I love that with brush, eye and heart I can go where technology can’t. To infuse these moments with with humanity.. “to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated consciousness.
THE ALCHEMY
It’s all about the alchemy,..
Lead turned gold…
Shameful turned beautiful…
to take something that should not be and make it so. To find the hidden, reveal it and make beautiful something that has no business being so…
I love that reversal more than anything. The why of what I do.
The layers of paint, the glazes and colors combined in impossible ways , brush strokes laid before you in a way you can’t ignore, that your brain must play with
Art that’s never existed before… from a period of existence never lived…the uncreated has been created, the profane made profound.
The seen spoken plainly
pulled from the ether…
made solid.
made true…
BIOGRAPHY
The Boring statistics, 52 year old, white male. Born and raised in the southern United States, much more exciting is the way all this came to be and how the Art found me, from Dads deviancy to a Sunday school story of angels lusting over women, things just combined in me in a way, and something more that I’m not quite sure about yet. I’m very detached when I paint, I can feel this “passive possession” it’s more like an out of body experience where I’m observing, watching the color choice, feeling the motions, hunting for the strokes I think the muse uses me because she can. I obey, I yield… she speaks, I show up, that’s always been the deal, ALWAYS! These things WANT to be made, trying to escape the ether. A biography? Necessary? Meh’ Feel like a tourist really... came, looked around, tasted the food, read the books, LOVED THE MOVIES!! Coming to this good earth in the sweetest of spot, to an amazing time filled with disco, Taylor swift, and marvel movies… As advertised, The most aesthetically pleasing , greatest story tellers in the universe. Grateful for the blessing that I lived among them in this powerful play That I may contribute a verse…
