Skin magazines are nothing new, only titles. Like O, once kept under your pajamas, bed, bookshelves of today's artists. Skin has since evolved. Slick and shiny popcorn washes it all away, comparably.
Psychologists maintain that people tend to go back to bases during depression, but they still love sex a lot. Which would explain the increased popularity of supposedly untouched natural pulp of erotic harkening back to the classic man in the book. Oh well, pin-ups and centerfolds. Even their women pictured blur the line between pornography and art. Will you now get coffee with me? I’m the same girl you saw last Thursday. I have a story, which ultimately makes me start loving the skin I’m in.
2 comments:
"I have a story, which ultimately makes me start loving the skin I’m in." Well put. For me, it's cyclical: My art builds up my appreciation of myself, then tears me down.
Justin, I hear you.
I agree writing feels good, but it also feels awful. For me writing is often very difficult. More often than not I think "this is crazy, don't do this" and I follow that. I surely don't write as much as I could, because of the demands that working puts on my time and mind. Don't really think that writing or making art gives me some sort of expressionistic catharsis when I experience my being in a human frailty kind of way, that's very modernist. I think, in-fact that it's the opposite. Things come undone when I'm writing and it's usually myself that starts all of the unravelling, language following close behind.
I am mostly interested in the idea that having a narrative (or a story) is tied with the body, in a sexualized way, inside gender, more so than I am curious about what writing accomplishes for me.
What writing accomplishes for me:
-a sense that I fit in the world, that I'm here not because of some entity's caprice but to "do" things, to "try" things that I am gripped by, pulled by, that I have a will and this is my most important choice, my best exertion of that will
-pretty font
-interesting friends with who I can be in life, together
-using my brain as much as I possibly can
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