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A little investigation from time to time reveals my cultural awareness to be sorely lacking, so pardon me as I strive to catch up. Stumbled across a great site named The Art of Love, which features an interview of a prolific erotic artist (who also happens to be registered here). He mentioned a surrealist painter who I then hastened to check out. Oh man!
The wikipedia entry is slim, but his legacy is rich and full, evidently. Mortuary debauchery and carnal nuns- here was an artiste who did what he felt he must, and assuredly was who he was. Well, I’m guessing. Have you ever heard of an apologetic, unassuming Surrealist?
At any rate, I know I’m going to dig deeper into Monsieur Clovis.
Situated in Madhya Pradesh state of India, Khajuraho is an erotic temple town, which is famous within India’s tourism due to its stone-carved erotic sculptures, alongside of some other temples dedicated to Shiva, Vishnu, and Jain ancestors. They were the Chandela kings of 9th to the 11th century, who built these heights of sculptures and stone-carved temples. It is its creative arts and eroticism etched on its walls and on the images of the temples that a tourist leaves India with a wholly new idea of this country’s heritage, and possibly his or her own prurient ideals.
Just joined from over on Devart and thought I’d have a bash at this. Hope I did it right…
We offer the viewer at cerebrotica.com a complete review of our prior work, the archives from 2008-9 from onehundredandseventyfour.com. Here you will find pieces in all genres and styles and while they do not fully represent our current ambitions and style, they are are firm indicator of where we were in past and where we are going now and in the future…
Michael Dickel’s poetry defies easy characterization. The art in his new book, The World behind it, Chaos, including photography and digital art, moves like his poetry between the lyric and the surreal. While his poems also have a political bent, the visual art seems less inclined to the worldly. With the sound and imagery of the poems and the colors and textures of the photographs, both his poetry and art converge on the erotic. This book is not an art book, only; and it is not a poetry book, only. It is both art and poetry, exploding off the page into the domain of the reader. No essay or review can fully capture the tensions and complementariness of Dickel’s work, soon to be available from wv? eBook Press.
