Near midnight, a woman caught my eye on the dance floor. She was moving like a plume of dust, like a breeze, gracefully gliding between the bodies dancing on the floor her eyes fixed on me. I had an enigmatic allure for her, something attracted me even though I was a teenager, unseasoned, with a mind still attached to the simplicity of childish adventures. But her gaze.....
What did this mean? Why was she looking at me like that?
Her beauty was captivating. "Why is she looking at me like that?" I asked myself. "What does she see in me?" And I checked to see if my pants were torn or if I had peed in my panties without realizing it. It had never happened to me before, but where did my mind go? At that age, the world was still a riddle to me and understanding the complexity of human desire was beyond my grasp. Was this a dream?
She came closer, her presence shocking me, and I began to feel a mist of suffocation enveloping me. She reached out, her fingers grazing my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. Her touch was intoxicating, how could I ignore it? Then, with a trust that took my breath away, she pulled me closer, closer to her breasts. Her eyes never left mine.
"What's going on?" my inner monologue teased. "Why do I feel this way?" Her full breasts squeezed me. The intensity of her passion engulfed me, drowning me in a flood of euphoria. The boundaries between reality and fantasy blurred, leaving me lost in a fog of forbidden pleasure.
As her hands trembled, I was overcome by a rush of erotic sensations. My skin tingled where her fingers traced. "What happens next?" My inner voice whispered. This was the edge of innocence, the threshold between boyhood and manhood, and I was sinking into the brink.
The world dissolved into a blur of sensation. When it was mentioned, the stars twinkled above as distant witnesses of sin. Without realizing it, I started looking for the little bear, the polar star, etc. In those moments, when the boundaries of time and space dissolved, I seemed to be suspended in an eternal void". (excerpt from memoirs)
Made on the back of ILFORD / 24 X 30,5 cm / photographic paper medium glossy 180
Made on the back of ILFORD / 24 X 30,5 cm / photographic paper medium glossy 180
oil on canvas 150,5 X 150 cm
(detail) oil on canvas 150,5 X 150 cm
Made on the back of ILFORD / 24 X 30,5 cm / photographic paper medium glossy 180
Made on the back of ILFORD / 24 X 30,5 cm / photographic paper medium glossy 180
Made on the back of ILFORD / 24 X 30,5 cm / photographic paper medium glossy 180
Made on the back of ILFORD / 24 X 30,5 cm / photographic paper medium glossy 180
Made on the back of ILFORD / 24 X 30,5 cm / photographic paper medium glossy 180
Made on the back of ILFORD / 24 X 30,5 cm / photographic paper medium glossy 180
Made on the back of ILFORD / 24 X 30,5 cm / photographic paper medium glossy 180