Drawing by Orla HolkPin It
Drawing by Orla HolkPin It
If Salvador Dali produced an illegitimate offspring, Max Sauco must be his grandson. Surrealists hold a special place in the world of art: they fascinate us, dazzle us and enchant us with the mysteries of the human mind. Some of them, like Max Sauco, shine with incredible talent. Visit his website here.
So what is it that makes Russian artists so outstanding and talented? In an interview by FotoLoft Gallery, Max provided a glimpse of his background:
“At the age of six I wanted to be an American Indian, at nine – a paleontologist, at thirteen – a surgeon. As early as in grade six or so I knew absolutely well that I wanted to be a surgeon and nobody else. I used to hammer at anatomical charts, I knew every single bone in a human body, everything was very serious indeed. But somehow the very last moment I applied for enrollment in the Irkutsk College of the Arts although I had no experience even of a common art school while the competition that year was 11 applicants per a place. Still it occurred somehow that I was matriculated and that moment I realized: that was my destiny. Everything I can originates from those studies: knowledge of design, drawing, painting, plastic art, surface anatomy, photography, art history – just everything. Years of studies were so saturated and exciting that I had not a single thought about anything beyond art.”
I am a young man living in east Trinidad. I am hardworking, loving, and ever-striving to be the best human being I can be. I am an upstanding citizen of Trinidad and Tobago and I am gay.
It is my understanding that an evangelical group is visiting Trinidad and Tobago from October 22 to 29 with the intent of spreading “God’s word,” but in reality is spreading hate against homosexuals…against people like me.
I can’t believe in this day and age people still have such dangerous biases. The world has changed a lot since I was going to school where all kids would beat up the “gay boy,” and I thank God that we’ve evolved to the point where people can be respected, and such pointless violence is at a minimum.
Gay marriage is legal now in a lot of countries and we have come to accept homosexuals and bisexuals as part of society. We still have a long way to go, but now these people are trying to drag us backward into the dark ages.
I believe God intended his ministry to spread a message of love, respect for one’s fellow man, and respect for others, even if they are different. However, I believe that as a result of this group gays will be portrayed in a negative light, and will incite and brainwash those who try to be upstanding Christians into judging and hating people.
Gays will become a target for more radical action, and once again people like myself will be made to feel less than human, to feel wrong, to feel sinful.
Trinidad is plagued with violence and everyone is just looking for another reason to hurt someone.
“Love thy neighbour as thy self.”
Let us live in peace and Love, as Jesus showed us.
T JOSEPHPin It
This series will feature paintings by artists that celebrate the male form, from the great masters to more contemporary work. Your comments and suggestions are welcome.
As a young man from Tijuana, Mexico, Alejandro continues to offer up his stunning interpretations of the male form. Perhaps it’s a special lens that no other photographer has been able to get their hands on. Perhaps Mother Nature gave him a special gift. Only one thing is certain: he has amazing talent. See my previous article here.
This series will feature artists, both amateur and professional, who create life drawings of the male form. If you are an artist, or know one, that would like to see the work featured here, please contact me. I will also post links to individual websites.
By Marilyn Eger
By Krystyna Laurendi Hayens
By Ludwig von Hofmann (1861-1945)
By Jules-Louis Machard (1839-1900)
By Pierre-Paul Prud’hon (1756-1823)Pin It
Now and then I find myself contemplating the incredible differences between the male and female form. How did these magnificent creations come about? Both subtle and dramatic, the differences enchant us, mystify us and have the power to affect our body chemistry. Could it really have all started with Adam and Eve, implausible as so many tales in the Bible seem? If that’s the case, would God have made us as irresistible as we are to each other, only to condemn us for acting on it just because it may be with someone of the same sex or because we’re not married?
Or was it evolution? More believable perhaps, but really, how did our bodies get so amazingly perfect? How did these differences get into our subconscious and conscious minds and take up so much space? Whether you’re gay, straight or in between, you have to be fascinated by the flaws and perfections of the human body.
I suppose there are those who simply take the human body for granted, and just blow off the countless nuances of being a male or a female. And of course there are those would would never permit themselves to ponder it, believing the human body is something to be ashamed of and keep covered. But they’ll never Google this blog in the first place. So this is a moment for the rest of us to ponder the marvels, the mystery, and the magic of the human body.
Basically the same for men and women, but only basically. Both have shoulders and ribs and a number of vertebrae down the middle. The similarities end there. You know with a glance you’re looking at a female if it happens to be a woman. Conversely, you know it’s a man. And here our attractions to each other continue. Hers … smaller, delicate, softer, features that add to an overall picture which instinctively compels most men with an instinct to protect.
There is nothing quite like falling asleep with your leg wedged between your companion’s. It keeps you warn on a cold night, provides a sense of security and it confirms a bond with your lover that is both endearing and sensual. No invitation is quite so enticing than a pair of legs parting before your eyes, drawing your gaze down the long graceful lines to to warmer more intimate flesh. No message can be clearer than having a pair of legs wrapped around you or resting on your shoulders. No single act can draw your eyes or your hands more decidedly than when a pair of legs come apart for your benefit. And of course they’re even more affective when they straddle you.
We take them for granted, but along with our eyes, they play a major role in everything we do. I’m using mine right now to write this article. I’ll use them for other reasons all day long. Tonight, just before I fall asleep, one of them will inevitably end up between my wife’s long beautiful legs. Making love, our hands are clearly the most important part of our body. What we do with them determines whether or not our partners find it a wonderful experience. Our genitals are simply the grand finale.
Like the other parts of our bodies, by looking at a pair of hands you know you’re looking at a man or woman.
More bones are found in our feet than other parts of the human body. There are those so enamored by them, they develop foot fetishes. Woman’s, like so many of the other parts of her body, are smaller, narrower and softer to the touch. Man’s, more prone to stronger odors, have a subtle, distinctly male appearance. Yet male and female feet are more similar in appearance than any other part of our body.
Our Backs and Shoulders
Ever see a young woman handle a baby, a sack of groceries, a set of keys and a cell phone at one time? Her shoulders and back may look small and fragile, but pound-for-pound a woman deals with her tasks far more efficiently than a man does. When it comes to physical challenges, man has the advantage by virtue of shear bulk. A heave or a push, the task is complete; then he’s likely to ask his partner to massage his sore back muscles.
Perhaps more so than the other non-sexual parts of our bodies, male and female chests are profoundly different. Functional in both men and women, the chest also serves to provoke us sexually. Even clothed, the human chest delivers the first few preliminary messages to potential mates. The woman’s small and dominated by her breasts, which symbolizes her instinct to nurture. Clothed or otherwise, the curve of her hips and her breasts are the parts of her body that invariably draw her potential partner’s attention, whereas a woman might define her partner’s eyes as the most sexually appealing. The man’s chest is broad and layered with provocatively shaped muscle, which symbolizes his virility. His muscle enables him to lift and tote more, and it provides him the strength to back up his instinct to protect.
Here’s where it gets interesting. To spice this conversation up, let’s call it an ass. The human ass will cause more pairs of eyes to drop than a hundred dollar bill lying on the ground. Distracting as it is, the human ass has the power to take whatever you are thinking and toss it out the window. It’s a source of humor and countless jokes. It provides our bodies with mystery. Though it may disgust some, it sexually excites many others. Shuttered tight most of the time, it produces our body’s most distinct and powerful odors. One intimate whiff, even in a pitch dark room, even without the benefit of touch, can set your mind sailing. You would recognize what you couldn’t see, be captivated by it, and instinctively know exactly what you wanted to do with it.
Compare the pictures. Given the choice, you might think any man would find the female far more desirable than the male. Perhaps most men would. A bisexual man would undoubtedly see the female as irresistible, but he’d also find the male appealing, or perhaps even more appealing. Hairier, sweatier, devoid the beguiling curves and inviting crevices–it doesn’t matter. One look at an image like this and his imagination goes into high gear. A number of compelling scenarios comes into his mind. Positioned like the man above, gay and bisexual men see the male ass as nirvana.
Granted, most of us only wish our rear ends looked like the ones pictured above. Luckily for most of us, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
The way I see it, if the story of Adam and Eve is true, considering our genitals, God had a couple of glasses of wine and decided to have some real fun. The rest of the body, fine work so far, but nothing unusual, nothing really exciting or daring. He sat staring at His blueprint of a man. Everything was there, the head, the arms and legs. the feet and hands. Perfect symmetry, nothing really visually striking, nothing that captured the imagination. Oh, He had been quite pleased with Himself when he got the idea to put the crack in the man’s ass, which led to a similar one in the woman’s; but somehow making the asshole more mysterious by hiding it between two fleshy mounds and surrounding it with all kinds of sensitive nerve endings wasn’t enough. Now all that remained was the reproductive system.
He called upon his quirkiest assistant for the job, instructing him to come up with something dramatic, something beyond simply practical. He wanted this part of the body to be fascinating, something that would draw one’s attention, something that would make man and woman a little more intriguing. And for variety’s sake, He told his assistant to design genes that would be dispersed among the population like pollen on the wind.
Penises: “Let’s have an assortment of sizes and shapes,” He told His assistant. “Different colors and hues, lengths and circumferences. And put some glans on the end–think of the shape of a walnut. Make ‘um large and small and everything in between, and make ‘um ultra sensitive.” Then God rubbed his chin in thought before adding: “Cover ‘um with loose skin, we’ll call it a foreskin.” (He was unaware at the time mankind would be cutting them off.) “And let’s have some variety here, too. Make some tight around the glans and make others droop off the end. Give some small peek-holes and give others gaping hoods. After you get the whole thing designed, we’ll call it a penis just to make people try to figure out where it got that name. And to add a little character, run a vein or two across the top. Make some curve upward, some to the right or left. Then connect it all to the brain, not with some narrow farm to market road, but with a wide eight-lane freeway.”
But all of that wasn’t enough. “There must be more we can add,” He muttered, eying His attentive assistant. “Of course! We’ll give him balls!” He announced with His commanding voice. “Call ‘um testicles, whatever. Two, not just one, shaped like small eggs. And don’t just cram ‘um in with all his other glans and organs; hang ‘um between his legs in a stretchy sac. Fill ‘um with prickly, tingling sensations when someone plays with ‘um or squeezes ‘um.” Then God looked at His assistant with a mischievous grin. “Make ‘um itch from time to time.” Now quite pleased with His scheme, God thought of one final edict. “One more thing. Make him smell like a man when he sweats,” an afterthought maybe, but not trifling in the scheme of things.
For vaginas, He said, “Here we’ll be a little more subtle, but not too much so. Let’s put something between her legs that’ll give a man, or another woman for that matter, something to think about, something they’ll obsess over. We’ll call it a vagina, and just the mere sight of one will stiffen a man’s penis and rob his brain of the ability to think about anything else. Give her some hair down there, like the man–it’ll draw attention to that part of her body”. (He didn’t consider the fact that, given the appeal of a woman’s overall smooth body, the effects of a razor would one day become common)
“And don’t give me just a hole between her legs,” God said to his assistant. “Let’s start with a plump mound of flesh and divide it down the middle. Put the hole somewhere in there, but don’t make it too easy to find. Line the outer folds with thinner ones inside, and get creative with them. Experiment with the size and shape. Make some of ‘um stick out, like butterfly wings; and hide some so they just barely stick out. And don’t forget to add a little color. Pink, I think, and use some reds and browns, and even a little black. We don’t want any two of them to look the same. And just to make it sound a little naughty, we’ll also call it a pussy.”
Tapping His finger on the table, He decided on a few finishing touches. “Put some glands in there, so when the need arises it get nice and slippery. And I want it to smell like a pussy, nothing offensive, mind you, but distinct. Then connect it all to her brain.” Here God paused in thought. The notion of connecting it to her brain troubled him a little. “You might use a farm to market road here; we don’t want the world to overpopulate, now do we?”
The assistant stood checking his notes. He had it all down. Then he looked up and asked, “Should we make it itch from time to time, too?”
God smiled and said, “Why not?”