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SOMATIC
I attempt to extract primal essences from my subjects. I do not want this to serve as a pretext for erotica, what I want is for these images to do battle with the great reserves of shame we humans hold for our own bodies. My intention was to give a more objective view of our naked flesh, without playing upon sexual desire. My main motive to create them was how the nude has been a source of enduring fascination since whenever human beings ever became human beings, and the same too for artists ever since they've been around. Considering this, I became very much intent on crystallising my own way of seeing our form. I hope to have delivered this way, and I hope too that it is perhaps one of my many ways yet to come.
MODELS: Hafsa Rmich, Marina Obradovic & Adam von Chvosti
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I’m in the window
I was looking in,
Waxen limbs eloping
In light heaving
With indifference,
Those warm humans
Sliding heat with looks
That swim like colours
In oil burning my lamp,
Lurking minds in flesh
Wrapping and bending
In the folds of their clothes.
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A waking thought sinks
Into a slumber where
Each of the senses
Dream of each other,
Touch tells tales to the eyes
And the mouth waters
With overheard whispers
Raising hair smelling
Of cinders, burned
By a breath from a body
That writhed, and loved.
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Rejoice in our proportions,
How we fling about
Our parts, they clamber
Bone over bone
Piling high, books
Reading away words
That drown themselves
In a squaring eye sat
On a lolling tongue
That ate its mouth.
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“Yes, such will you be, o regent of grace,
After the rites have been read,
Under the weeds, under blossoming grass
As you moulder with bones of the dead.
Ah then, o my beauty, explain to the worms
Who cherish your body so fine,
That I am the keeper for corpses of love
Of the form, and the essence divine.”
from ‘The Carcass’, Baudelaire
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