An old photograph from June 1994 has served me as a direct inspiration to make several digital editions, drawings and paintings. This one below is a mix of all three ways. Revisiting both the original pic and my own recreations I am very aware I witnessed some special charm and true beauty. The parasol, the […]
Three long years have passed since Ari F started this bog with a hopeful project in her mind. She had time to publish only a few introductory pages and six posts from 2015/11/06 until 2016/01/07, but left many drafts more or less complete –which I edited, sometimes finished, and published for her in her name. Many of… Continue reading Three years of ‘Something Beyond’
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I like manga, and now also hentai manga (yaoi-oriended), because I find in it some illustrations very difficult (perhaps impossible) to see elsewhere. Twenty-five, and more, years ago nobody could draw a teen girl showing her “pee” like this one here… No way; no possible public acceptance. Boys could be gay, could be effeminate, could… Continue reading Déjà vu, déjà vécu – A Humble Defence of Hentai Manga
Salvador Dalí’s father was a monster. Salvador Dalí i Cusí, a middle-class lawyer and notary in Figueres (a Catalan city close to the French border), with a strict catholic faith and a stricter disciplinary approach toward his family, made of his second son –Salvador Domingo Felip Jacint Dalí i Domènech– a deranged person; a real… Continue reading A detailed ‘Soft Monster in Angelic Landscape’ (Monstre Tou en Paisatge Angèlic) – A last confidence by Dalí on impotence and psychological castration
A personal view about an Angel by Francesco Jerace One of my favourite sculptures representing overtly masculine angels is a marble group by Francesco Jerace, located in the Cappella Greco at Cosenza, Calabria, Italy. It is known as Fanciullo Morto e Angello (Dead Boy and Angel) and was made in 1900. The grace of the Angel… Continue reading Angelic Eroticism
Being the immediate continuation of “Still life and still death” -with a small gap of four verses… – “You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.” —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my… Continue reading The hyacinth girl -neither living, nor dead