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A Certain Kind Of Person

I am lost in the folds of the fabric I create.  My identity cannot be separated from the color and the stains that bleed across the fiber.  I am an agent for nature and in turn she is my one true love.  Most people find love and share with other

Libido

So I have been doing some serious thinking about how to post this next bit of information and what exactly this information means to me. As you may remember from past posts I have been visiting the Metro transfer station to glean for an exhibition in August at Disjecta.  This

Crystal Love Sex Magic

In keeping with the theme of the last few posts, I just have to reveal a set of photos that were taken last spring.  There are similarities to the published shoot “The Master” which were totally coincidental but I love stuff like that.  The photographer is one of the best,

The Master

Earlier this summer I was asked by a wonderful stylist in New York if I would send over some garments for a few photoshoots.  This last month one of the shoots was published in Creem Magazine #6.  I was pleasantly surprised when I saw the editorial.  It fits perfect with

Web of Desire

Her Name is Laughter When I die I want your eyes for lamps I want your hair for my night and you white laughter for my days. When I die I want the stars to burn through my skin. I want a boat made from your body that sails inside

A Fairytale

Dreamland awaits you, Close your eyes, Imagine you and I, Close as breath, Skin upon skin, Lips touching, For you taste of Raspberries, sweetly irresistible, The fragrance of you, Takes my breath away, I am burning inside, A torch of fire, Burning fuel of passion, For you are my desire,

Morning Delight

Several months ago I had a photoshoot with Spencer Watson and a wonderful team of models and artist.  The concept for the shoot was Fantasy vs Reality. I decided to walk along the erotic side of both worlds.  This is a short story line that I thought you might enjoy. 

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