I have been a complete voyeur lately.
Indulging my deep desire to watch.
To take in, from a short distance.
To savour another human form.
Piece, by luscious piece.
I cast my eyes.
Devouring a whole.
It’s not news to me that I enjoy such delights.
Truth is, I always have.
But not found enough occasions…until now.
I love bodies.
All shapes and sizes.
Genders and expressions.
I love curves and folds.
Soft bumpy flesh and toned muscles.
I love the tiny ridges where joints concave.
And how stories are told in the lines and markings on skin.
Hair in all places.
Fat and flesh.
There is something exquisitely beauty-full in the bodies of us all.
I am learning how our bony structures shape our form.
And where fat lays deep under the surface.
How sinew and tendons entwine.
And muscles connection.
How nuanced each configuration is.
With charcoal in hand, I capture these consenting beings.
Eyes sharpened to the moment.
Finding our shared pleasure.
Seeing and being seen.
I draw.
Feeling the body and flow of strokes.
My hands blacken as I smudge the papered form.
I cannot sit.
For this process moves me so.
My breath an anchor.
My soften hand and arm extended.
Oh, how wonderful it feels to find this joyfully erotic expression.
I have sat for others too.
Allowed the capturing of my form.
I have felt the depth of being seen.
And delighted in each interpretation.
There is no particular reason for investing this time.
Just the simple pleasure of losing myself in a deep love and attunement of bodies.
My drawing is a celebration.
A reflection of that unique look, posture or pose.
A quiet reverent moment.
In which the erotic thrives.
“For the erotic is not a question only of what we do. It is a question of how acutely and fully we can feel in the doing. For once we know the extent to which we are capable of feeling that sense of satisfaction and fullness and completion, we can then observe which of our various life endeavours bring us closest to that fullness.” Audre Lorde
