Category Archives: Art

Jon Mann’s Sensuous Photography

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In creating a post, I usually feature ten or twelve examples of an artist’s work. In Jon Mann’s case, I couldn’t resist topping twenty. He brings you images you’ll think about again before the day is over, women you fantasize about, the girl next door with a delightful smile and a naughty streak. Within one image, he brings you mystery and innocence, beauty and intrigue, fantasy and the very real possibilities of a fortunate life. Jon Mann’s girls put themselves before his camera, and therefore before your eyes, uninhibited and exposing not only their feminine beauty, but the intrigues and beauty inside.

Can you imagine a photo-shoot between this talented photographer and these girls, the things they say, the poses they plan, the discussions about boundaries? Can you imagine the fun they must have combing over the finished pictures over coffee? Can you imagine paying your bills with a career like this?

Jon Mann Photography

She’s the girl you want to notice you, the girl you want to spend time with and get to know, the girl you want to marry.

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Mike Flynt is an Artist … and One Heck of an Intriguing Guy

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Mike is a fifty-two year old gay Buddist in south Florida. He came out at age 13 in 1973, at which time he endured 3 years of severe psycho therapy and constant bullying. At age 16 he dropped out of school and became a drug addict. In the meantime, all of this amazing talent was bottled up and patiently waiting to get out.

What Mike gives us through his work is a combination of male beauty, sensuality and humor, not to mention male sexuality.

To see more of Mike’s art visit Flynt Art dot com

To purchase a print visit Fine Art America

Mike always knew he was an artist. Beginning with sculpture in the 1980s, he moved on to painting several years ago, self taught with a very strong philosophy about what art is and its purpose. His work has reached a level where it is now qualified for national competition and has entered the market with a splash.

As a sculptor, Mike has worked in the White Collection in Washington D.C., and spent two years as the lead sculptor at Dynamic Imagining where he created photo realistic, life-sized sharks for BaHa nights clubs. Changing his medium to oil painting in 2000, he has been on a learning curve ever since. What you see here are among his first fully realized paintings.

Mike was born in 1960, in a suburb of Washington D.C. At age 17 he ran away and got hired as a male escort working capital hill. At 24 his first lover died of the plague, at which time his much of his gay community started dropping. He has acted in seven porn films and Continue reading →

Peter Breen’s Artistic Self-Photography

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“London Based photographer/artist Peter Breen has been doing a provocative series of self portraits for years now, usually clad only in sneakers and socks, or bits of costuming. Breen’s objectification of his own body is both intimate and otherworldly. It’s an interesting statement on male beauty viewed through a queer lens when so much attention is placed on objectification of the aesthetic that Breen chose; self portraits, that at times are erotic but often candid or just as often frighteningly uneasy. His work seems voyeuristically private and bravely so; a revelation of the inner world of the modern male psyche and its place at odds with the changing nature of the his place in said world. He toys with the masculine and the feminine and has a great grasp for capturing the natural light of the outdoors.” …by Andrew Klaus.

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The Mythic, Homoerotic Art of Delmas Howe

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Delmas Howe (born October 22, 1935) is an American Painter and muralist whose figurative work depicts mythological and archetypal – sometimes homoerotic – themes in a neoclassical, realist style. After graduation from high school he progressed through undergraduate work at Wichita State University, then four years in the US Air Force, a move to the East Coast, graduate work at Yale University and several years of classes in NYC at the Art Students’ League and the School of the Visual Arts while working as a professional musician. After a return to the West and a successful design studio in Amarillo, Texas he returned to Truth or Consequences, New Mexico.His work is in the collections of a number of museums including the Albuquerque Museum of Art and History where his important transitional painting “The Three Graces” from 1978 is on permanent view. Source: Wikipedia

The Three Graces

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Katrine Neoromantika Redefines Sensuous Photography

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If imagination was defined by its value in gold, Katrine Neoromantika would be Gold Finger. If talent was an ocean, Katrine would be the Pacific. If sensuality was a city, she would be Paris. She has taken the art form of photography and reinvented it.

It’s difficult to imagine being the man in front of Katrine’s lens. Most likely you would be naked. Not only your body, but your very core would be exposed. You are likely to be in for some rather pleasant surprises you could have never envisioned. Your image would be destined to live forever in the annals of high art. Emotionally, you would forever be changed.

Sometimes Katrine models for herself, sometimes for other photographers. The images above and below are of her, taken by herself. To see more, or buy a print, visit:

WWW.NEOROMANTIKA.COM

Some people believe gay men can be turned straight. Institutions and rehabilitation centers exist for that purpose … all of which have dismal records. If such a conversion were actually possible, if it had a chance to succeed, I dare say a photo shoot with Katrine Neoromantika would be more effective than all the other institutions combined. Clearly, Katrine is talented. She is also one of the most beautiful women on the planet. She either modeled for or photographed herself for all the female images in this piece.

Katrine is a Russian photographer inspired by a genuine interest in men, their emotionality, their beauty and their most secret sexual desires, based on her life experiences not common in women her age.

From Katrine’s biography:

“Neoromantika was born in 1982 and throughout her childhood she moved repeatedly to various locations, including a military operations base. Throughout her life she has been engaged in different kinds of creative endeavors, such as art, dance and music. For sixteen years, she was devoted to music and enjoyed an active musical career – singing and playing in different underground musical groups. At the same time, she worked as a nurse in hospital; however because of a serious traumatic experience, she has been compelled to stop the musical activity.”

“At that point, she began to search for the possibility of an emotional realization in other kinds of arts and she started with photography. Katrine has studied with well-known Russian BDSM photographer Vlad Gansovsky, with whom she experienced first-hand how to work with models.

 All of the skills that she has learned and various life experiences that she had have quickly helped her to find her unique theme for creativity.”

Nothing about a man is taboo: his physical beauty, his psyche, his fantasies, nor any shadowy nuance of his body.

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Katrine is just as open-minded when she models. Her beauty, her submissiveness, her feminine wiles, all of her is in the hands of the photographer. What credentials that photographer must have. Continue reading →

A Wet Cloth … A Penis

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Most men can think of a number of things to use their penises for. A few of them can be quite creative. A certain Australian uses his as an art form, thus A Wet Cloth … A Penis.

Also see A Man in the Bath

This from the thoughts of this beautiful man:

I’ve been thinking a lot about the qualities of ones mind, ones thinking, that seem to flower on this journey of self awakening. Heralded in a sense by the awakening shift and broadening of ones masculine sexuality, but independent of it, something much deeper, even ethereal.

Feelings of freedom, of stinginess and narrow thoughts and attitudes falling away, no treacherous ledges left to cling to as they once did, a joy rising like a cool new moon seeks this same joy for the whole spectrum of beings, taking root with a wish for the happiness and healing of the world.

Appreciation of small things once loved and crooned over take on new life, presence and meaning. A desire to simply ‘be kind’ takes form and heart. It travels far beyond mere notions of masculinity awakened.

These concepts we label bisexuality, rise to meet and fade away from something much deeper in us, hidden in the mud, waiting for the sunlight to find it’s way down through the darkening water, and slowly a seed germinates, a new plant, rising up, reaching to the nurturing light of day, to break the surface, and there in the cloudless rain beneath endless blue sky a lotus flower appears, it’s soft perfectly formed petals opening like the most gentle of ballerinas arms spreading out to the heavens.

To sleep per chance to dream, to find a truth yet hidden, that only the wisdom good heart can truly know. If he were your colleague at work, you would know him as a nice guy, a thoughtful individual that simply makes the world a better place to live. You would never know the private thoughts that form in his mind, the quiet aspirations, the dreams.

No, he would not make a mule envious, nor would he make a size queen giddy with joy, but he ranks among the most beautiful men that grace these pages. It was a midlife awakening that sang its poetic joys through his body, an awakening that he may very well share with some fortunate future companion.

It strikes me as sublime how intimate a man can be with himself, that we can enjoy and marvel at ourselves and be so consciously aware of it. Such miracles are our bodies. How dare the ancient autocrats try to interfere with it.

How sensuous this fine piece of cloth must feel again this masculine body, damp and sheer Continue reading →

Guglielmo Plüschow

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Guglielmo Plüschow (born Wilhelm Plüschow; August 18, 1852 – January 3, 1930), was a German photographer who moved to Italy and became known for his nude photos of local youths, predominantly males (but also females). Being the cousin of Wilhelm von Gloeden, who, despite taking up nude photography later than Plüschow, soon overshadowed him, Plüschow was several times at odds with the law and charged with corruption of minors. Today, his photography is recognized for its artistic merits, even though it is generally considered somewhat inferior to von Gloeden’s on account of his less graceful handling of lighting and the sometimes strangely stilted poses of his models.

In the early 1870s, he moved to Rome and changed his first name from “Wilhelm” to its Italian equivalent “Guglielmo”. Initially making a living as a wine merchant, he soon turned to male and female nude photography. Later he also worked in Naples.

Plüschow was criticized by some, even arrested once in Italy for his photography of young boys. Whatever his personal motive for frequently using boys as models, he produced some remarkable images. I personally see his photography as a celebration of the human form. Some of the images are indeed sensual, but not sexual. They reflect the beauty and the fresh qualities of youth, a promise of sorts for the future. Many of them reflect the timeless beauty of emotion and life. His work today is generally seen for its merit.

Knowing what it’s like to be a young boy, modeling for photographs like these would have been a true gift, had it been my experience. What my parents failed to teach me, I would have learned from a photographer like Plüschow; that nudity and the human body are natural, beautiful things. These young men are long since gone. I doubt very seriously that posing for these pictures had a negative impact on their (hopefully) long lives.

Actually, I did have an experience with an older man when I was seventeen, one that I’m reminded of when I look at these pictures. He was a publisher in his late forties that apparently saw merit in my writing. We got to be friends as I met with him at his home office, where he would critique my work. Being a gay man, he once asked me if I was interested. Adventurous as I was then, I wasn’t quite ready for intimacy with an older man, so when I declined, the suggestion never came up again. One evening he wore nothing but his briefs while we reviewed my latest paragraphs. Though I was a very young man, none of this influenced me nor cause any lifelong psychological traumas. I suspect the same holds true for the young boys in these photographs.

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