Nude of a dark haired woman, with humorous rebellion. And a touch of sadness.
by Roxana Gramada A faceless body came out of pitch blackness and lay down on the floor. As it slowly came into movement, it made me think of Lucas Cranach’s Venus. Only now she was moving to electronic beats or Judas Priest’s Breaking the law. It looked so exposed, translucent almost, and moving as if to study the possibility of each bodily hinge. What can my neck do? And what story does it carry? From shaking off the mind into numbness, to shaking into submission, to rebellion, to puppy heads in a store window, to sexual mechanics, the jerky neck summoned them all, while...more