Interesting is how the pictures taken reflect the person who takes them and to what extent are they images purely of that person, about her.

It is a bothering thing. I object the thought of constant self-portraying what comes to images produced as an artist. Pictures and texts are products with framing, analytical or not, telling something of the world around. My pictures and texts can of course be seen in certain frame of personal view to my life, disturbingly strongly. Photography is a case if timing and instant observation for me. It is not planned activity, in my case. So how much can my images be portraits of the taker is a question I wonder. It is also a very often faced a sort of accusation what comes to making art and presenting it that it is therapy and reflections of a troubled mind. So there is always some kind of mental state and problem going on, in a process.

I do reflect myself, how else, and very sensitive issues, but not my pathology or illness of any kind. Troubled world is what I see and that is where I live. I want to solve it and it is a puzzle indeed. Do not make simple judgments not with my pictures, with me or with anything. Simplicity hardly ever gives the right answer as we are so very complex.

If you are bothered by something do not hesitate to ask. I will gladly answer your questions.

 

fur visible to predators, chasing a high

Precipitation
phenomena
of
Accelerators
Oscillations
Nervousness ineluctable
looming up irrepressible
presence and parchment
almost completely scattered in a moment. Intolerable desire and urge to continue.

The one who is running is more alive than the one who is sitting down

Issue of speeding. Issue of bodily high, racing heart, rapid breath, sweat, awaken, conscious realizing of vivid. The one who is silent is holding a secret, there is something wrong or is it a question of balance and appreciation. Question of knowing how to find balance, how much is good enough. In this time when nothing is good enough one can become stranded. It is deceitful to follow the crowd. See how fast that other is moving.
Measured responses, too much and sense of time passing. It is the same for everyone.

Out of small things

I think I live in a dream world. No. Crying is a sign of horror which is a true experience. We live in terror. Finding out the irrational part of soul which is irrational itself because it refers to god’s existence, but we like to think it is there stating human depth and spirit, moral virtue, happy person with faith, theoretical activity, what is that, thinking there is more to it, to this, than what we see, ideal life, immoral ideal life making us scared.

Isn’t there a sense of doom and forbidden. The most vulnerable part of us is not something to step on and keep quiet about, but we keep on exploiting it. It is triggering.

Genitalia the feared and wanted is the reality and phenomenon in us. Bizarre mixture of resentment, contempt, hate, desire, mystery, unknown territory, private parts and regulated animal heat. What would not be in there? All of us are there probably constantly. A need that comes out from that thing which cannot be said out loud without little feeling of discomfort. We are our sex, we are sexual organs on display, birth of shame, division and roles shared, boxes given even not wanted, but to make us do a proper choice. For our safety and stability of the society we need to protect our sexuality. To get safety via possession and wealth we expose ourselves. Strange contradictions and play which partly turn us on. Is it still a joke or a matter to be solved?

Yes it is a little bit of ha ha and definitely a mess to be cleared. Most people won’t solve the issue for themselves. It is too much to take, too scary and society around goes on judging. It is a burden too heavy to bear in front of others, disconnection to one’s own self, maybe it is property, which is sad, an unwanted part of body very much wanted, a natural and essential part of mind. Who is it for to explore than for everybody. For those who dare to think differently what is that exploring about. When we think we are finding out we may be just repeating patterns given to us. What we are supposed to be doing is on a music video and our sexuality is revealed through the clothes we wear?

Why write about such matter is because sex is the one thing leading our world and the mystery of organs and parts dictating our lives is rather interesting. Parts of humans, which stay hidden, mended, fixed, ridiculed, covered, not looked at, untouched, unholy by many and by those many who have a conservative mind want all of us to share their view. Meaning of one’s sex is such that it rules. Why would your idea of sex rule my idea of it. My gender, organs and sexuality make me and I am being guarded because of my sex. Puzzling is and will be the matter how we become to be ourselves via our sexuality. It is something very complex which is desired to be something very simple.

Warmhearted gentleman, a fucking dick full of human charity and goodness.

Well yes it is amazing what a man can do.
I was not going to write about this but I’m going to anyway, human nature what can one do about it. Not beat it at least. Natura corrupt and there is no way to defeat it, to be better than nature of ours, nature of mine is to become a robot. Meaning not letting desires and hormones get the best out of you. Self-control, rational conscious learning of living with people. It can go horribly wrong. It is a strict code and manipulation to live as a human and nothing is set. Knowing what to do even when you don’t. Mostly we are not 100% sure of anything.

The thing is out there and in here, the beast and survival of the fittest is not going anywhere. Do we still know what it is all about to be human? There is a lot of negative things out and in use. For what I know we very much think we know ourselves and what is good to do. We know and like to think we know our fellow human beings as well. Of course.

The act of knowing, of beginning to know, of letting know, informing. We must know what is true and be true to ourselves. Is it at any cost and is true to oneself deceitful to someone else?

Sigmund and Angelica walk and talk about demons

Yeah.

 

mustachious