This man has something that is undefineable much like the beautiful man. The essay I wrote and found was unusually intense considering I only saw his work in Chelsea NY in 2001.
Like beautiful man it made an impact everything about it was feverishly sexual. Running over with, in, out, above and beyond it.
Funny how art is climactical.
When Ra was particularly incensed by this daedal earthly, beautiful, intervening sorcerer he had to delve in….
Amidst all this rhythm and concord Apophis God of Chaos reigned happily. This earthly creative human made his hypnotic stare more powerful.
But to Ra who every night tried to sail to the underworld for rebirth and renewal, got caught out-not by Apophis but the earthly sorcerer who wanted her for himself.
This human was created from his sweat and tears and this byzantine situation created more nefarious worldly archetypes than anticipated.
The beautiful sorcerer will feel Sekhmet’s breath kiss his face, her breath the wind created the desert, she is the daughter daughter of Ra. Continue reading “When Ra was particularly incensed by this daedal earthly, beautiful, intervening sorcerer he had to delve in….”
When a heart is served inadvertently on a plate to a man of pantomime it elucidates actions beyond comprehension.
He is a stranger or is it she is the stranger, two strangers look at each other in a tempestuous whirl.
Then looking through the glass bottom magnified a thousand times she falls into his philosophically absurd, beautiful disguised world: fleshy, sexual, sensual, surgical.
Imentet watched and waited………………….
What can an image convey, can it convey anything to the blank mind. That mind that always looks for reasons, and why, and can you change, and how, and what does that mean, mean, mean, meaning. That always need the succour. Decant their minds of effluent and trash tv and influencers and yellow journalism and mighty marketears whose soul purpose is entropy of the spirit.