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All journeys aside she lived in pleasure but she wanted the possibility of pain. Because in pain she felt alive, she felt sensual and she felt desire. In pain she simply felt something. At first I didn’t understand the need. Her need. We sat in dark corners and stared into subtle action. You could almost hear the heavy, sharp echo of solid heels on clean marble. We made the occasional turn of the head to sway perception that we were not looking at the same painting. Seeing the same strokes. Breathing the same heavy air. Nothing came easy yet nothing was hard. Each breach of the canvas brought a desire to make another. The colors lifted themselves into our desire. Thick and heavy marks outlined the passion. It all became effortless structure. Energy was poured and drawn and in the end I was left exposed and in pain. She stood tall and in pleasure.>>>>>>>> This is about the process and result of painting a picture I did some time ago.... It's not about wanting a pain submissive. |
