watercolour and ink on paper
Sickened by Revelations
A naked male figure with a pattern, or... It is those moments when I am let down either by someone or the hope I had in someone. The weight of that deflated hope whether it was founded or not, it matters not, feels physical yet I know it is not. It feels like a physical weight that holds me in this chair even should I struggle to get up, it feels like a physical weight to which I am surrendering. It is not. I know that I will be carrying on, I will come to another point of hope, another point of interest, another reason to get up from this chair I am seated in. But for today, for now I just bow to the weight.
Extraordinary Hypocrisy
A nude male figure with pattern, or... we...
A History of Erotic Photography
The history of the nude is the history of...
September 24
Drifting by, floating on the energy of those...
Nude
The nude, so prevalent through art history,...
CURRENT ART by jules
