Eternal Drama of Bohumil Kafka

One more sculpture of Bohumil Kafka, Eternal Drama from 1905. Quite pessimistic from one side, as the massive marble block separates two figures from each other, male from Female, but optimistic on the other side, as they both reached out their hands and found a way to be together, to love and to overwhelm the cold stone.

The Hand

What grace and love and passion and beauty is locked in every piece of my Mistress. Every little fraction is a part of  a whole, whole HER. And i confess, Her hands are the most beautiful, most soft and smooth, flawless hands with perfect fingers, every one crowned with red sharp nail, ten edged daggers, ten thin spears, ten pins for which i would like to be a cushion, white gentle palms, so warm and pleasant, palms that can paint a million stars by every slap and that can caress also, the hands full of life... Kissing such hands is like touching whole new universe, Her universe, not only these are The Hands that punish and reward me, but every bit of them is also HER, my Mistress, Herself. Thank You, my Mistress, thank You for being here.

Reader's Diary (Week 29)

Compared with a Woman of such peerless beauty,
nothing human matters.
(Athenaeus, end of 2nd century)

Femdom Sculpture - Rodin's Temptation

The temptation of Saint Anthony is a traditional topic of the Western art, but i am not sure if Rodin's great sculpture fits into this tradition. There is no devil seducing Anthony, i see something completely different, much closer to the theme of this blog.

Morning

My morning is just a shadow of my dreams. But SHE is somewhere in the sunlight alive, making the world real and beautiful and cozy... SHE... oh my Goddess...

Is this it?

How can you be useful to me, slave?

Cranach's Financial Domination, Part 2

A year ago i have published the first part of Cranach's ill-matched couples paintings. A lot of happened in the mean time and today i do see the pictures quite differently. But Cranach was a genius and it is time to continue with the second part. Enjoy...

Summer Craving for Love

Ah, no, if only You had pity,

cruel Fate, harsh Love,

for however things turn out,

this loving heart will be

equally faithful, whether in sorrow or joy.

You then, friendly plants,

breezes, streams, little birds,

be moved to pity my pains!

will you at least tell me where my Mistress is?

Little birds, tiny rills,

which, singing and murmuring,

give prices to my beloved,

tell me where She is.

For my wretched heart

can only find solace

in offering new pledges of my faith

to Her who is so cruel to me.

Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller - Die Erwartete, 1860

Reader's Diary (Week 27)

I permit myself to put only one question to my beloved friend in respect to Parsifal - why is our hero first converted through Kundry's kiss, why does his divine mission become clear to him through it?
(King Ludwig II to Richard Wagner, 1865)

Darling, that is a terrible secret!
(Richard Wagner to King Ludwig II, 1865)

Early morning nostalgia

People are chasing their dreams, dogs are chasing their Mistresses, sometimes dreams are running behind trying to catch up...

'Storm chasing dog chasing Girl chasing storm' by Geraldine Javier, 2006