You are a strange
and magical liquid
an enchanted elixir
an exquisite nectar
I drink of you
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Posted a year ago. One becomes thirsty.
Art by Klaus Kampert
Today I visited the Summer Exhibition at the Royal Academy.
There were over a thousand exhibits and installations. A long, lazy, late lunch was needed and enjoyed afterwards.
I love art, but I am no expert and certainly cannot claim to know any more than liking what I like. Nevertheless here are three of my favourites from the day.
This is by Eileen Cooper. I could have chosen any of hers on display there. I had not seen her work before today. She is now a new adored artist.
The colours in this painting by John Wragg are striking, as is the girl with her look of haughty, bored disdain.
As regular readers may know, I particularly enjoy figurative art – particularly portraying women. However, this by Suzanne Moxhay caught my attention with its wonderful other-worldliness.
It was a good day.
© this blog post © the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art © those artists named above
(apologies to Mussorgsky for the theft of the title for this post. I am sure he won’t mind)
Be my Lizzie
and I will be
capturing your beauty
instead of colours.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The model is Elizabeth Siddal, a writer and painter in her own right.
This is one of my favourite Jack Vettriano paintings
Partly because, from my perspective, the relationship between the man and the woman is not as obvious as it may first appear.
The scene is clearly a ‘gentleman’s club’. A woman is beginning a dance for a man who is seated upon a red leather bench in front of her. We cannot see the man’s face, but there is something in the shape his left hand is making that suggests his arousal, his need, his wanting to touch her. Behind his head there is a mirror that shows the reflection of a middle-aged man and a presumably young woman. They appear to me to be entering a room together, something beyond striptease.
The pose of the woman in the foreground with her back to us is provocative. She is a typical Vettriano woman – sensual and sexy without being perfect. There is a lovely tilt to her hip, and one can imagine the silk of her stockinged leg brushing against the man’s trousers as she moves.
She appears to represent the man’s plaything and yet I’m not sure I see it like that. Many will disagree, but I see her as possessing power. He has paid his money but somehow this dance is on her terms. Perhaps it is the fact that she is standing and he is seated, possibly there is something in her stance that is predatory. It could be that the monetary transaction has betrayed his weakness. His desire has given her control.
Yet it is not the ambivalence I see in the painting that I most enjoy.
What I really I adore is how it reminds me of the pleasure of a truly private striptease – one by a woman for her lover – a submissive for her Master.
What she wears, designed to thrill
The way she moves so seductively and sensually.
How she carefully choreographs herself to the music.
The thrust of her hips.
The slight sway of her sweet breasts.
The proudly erect nipples.
The amazingly sexy wiggle of her marvellous arse.
The achingly submissive look in her eyes.
The toss of her hair.
The way she strokes herself.
Her parted thighs.
The rising excitement as each garment is removed.
The certainty of her gorgeous nakedness in my arms when the music stops
The deep pleasure we both get…
I feel myself stiffen as I write…
I would recommend it to lovers everywhere.
A version of this post was originally made in my blog Love Affair Diary under the title of A Recommendation to Dance.
Here are some suggested songs for disrobing
The painting is of course by Jack Vettriano
A past lover adored this painting
‘The Assessors’, by Jack Vettriano.
To be naked and bound. Perhaps blindfolded. To be examined, admired and studied intently by strangers. Smartly dressed men.
Perhaps touched and fondled. If the Master allows it.
It is many a submissive girl’s fantasy.
Originally posted in my blog Love Affair Diary
He forgets how lovely she is.
Their lives only touch at the edges. He has not seen her for days. She only visited him in his imagination. He could not fully recreate her perfection in his fantasies.
So when they meet inevitably yet unexpectedly, he is knocked sideways by the collision. He is stunned by the lithe and elegant sensuality of her body. His breath is stolen by her brown-eyed beauty.
He is blown away by her smile.
He cannot understand why every man does not ache for her.
As he does.
(The photograph is a great favourite of mine – ‘American Girl in Italy’, taken by Ruth Orkin in 1951. I love the way she has captured the impact of the girl’s innocent beauty on her testosterone-rich admirers).
Scarlet ribbons, but not for her hair.
The art establishment may not always agree but I believe Vettriano’s work is powerful, evocative and instantly recognisable. It oozes sensuality and some of it has a dark decadence that appeals to me. .
For me, this piece, Scarlet Ribbons, Lovely Ribbons works on two very different levels. It has, for those of us with an interest in BDSM, great atmosphere. The model, whose body is not perfect but is undeniably sensual, is secured to a wooden frame by red ribbons. Her head is thrown back. Her lips pout slightly. One senses desire. She is waiting in anticipation, excitement, and perhaps fear. There is something religious about her pose – it is almost a crucifixion. She is gorgeously submissive.
Yet one looks closer and one sees that the frame is an artist’s easel, daubed with paint. The model has become the canvas, secured to the upright and cross member. She is displayed in body rather than representation. The label on the wall suggests a caption that would be found in a gallery. She is the art itself.
It is a clever capture.
(Originally posted by me in Love Affair Diary)