I recently created a little corner of existence, in the vast ocean of cyberspace, for my precious soul. It had laid dormant in the trawl of seductive comfort for far too long. She will be silent no longer and has become increasingly demanding. She has taken charge of the new direction of my life.
She desires a home. A place to call her own. An opportunity to have a voice.
A place where friends and strangers don’t have to wait to be invited, and come and go, as often or as little as they please. A place of give and take. A home without judgement or shame. A place that honours honesty and integrity. A little corner of the mind where people can come to laugh and cry, or to dream and share their painful failures. A place where beauty is always at the forefront. Where it is celebrated, held to the highest standard, and eternaly contemplated. A little house on the prairie.
Why do I write?
I write because my life depends on it.
It is no longer a luxury or something I can put off until tomorrow.
Everything I have shared thus far has come from my heart. My thoughts come pouring out in the early hours of the morning, from some mythical realm I do not comprehend or understand. Most of the time, I begin with very little. There are perhaps a few insignificant fragments or snit bits of some obscure image and vague idea, but it somehow makes it out through the pounding of the keystrokes.
I force myself to write. I make the conscious decision and commit myself to be a fool.
When it is written, I edit. I edit again and again and again. Over and over again. I am always afraid to find a mistake. With feelings of perturbation, along with guilty pangs of judgment, I ignore my own comfort, close my eyes, and ship.
This morning is different.
I have asked myself where this is all going? I am wondering what the hell this even is?
Quo Vadis? Where am I going?
I don’t know.
I sense a change coming.
In the next few weeks, you will notice a subtle difference. I will continue to speak about subjects and ideas that I haven’t fully explored yet, and some may not easily fit into a specific category or be effortlessly summarized by a hashtag.
Soon, you will have a chance to read about some amazing men and women who have dedicated their lives to become sculptors of muscular beauty. Men and women who are driven to display their work on various stages throughout the world. I am fascinated by their stories and struck by their beauty. I am amazed by what they do, why they do it, how they do it, and often want to learn from them what they think is the ideal of beauty.
I am obsessed with the beautiful.
Soon, I will share my thoughts and musings. I am deeply in love with the modern and traditional craft of Pin-Up and Burlesque. Artists like Gil Elvgren, Alberto Vargas, and Zoe Mozert, come to mind. They inspire me to become a better photographer and to present my own unique vision to the world.
Then there is Betty Page. Perhaps the most fascinating and most beautiful model to be photographed. She is an incredible spirit and a timeless beauty. I have a lot to say about Betty Page. There is so much to share and explore.
This blog will change and evolve.
I can make no promises where we will be in the future or make a compelling case why you should continue to read any of it.
I’m not really sure what this will become, or even if you will like it.
All I can do is to continue searching my mind and encouraging you to be the amazing person that you are. I genuinely want to help you dream out loud and become the person you desire to be.
Get ready for original short stories. Get ready for interviews. Articles on the lives of Canadian Veterans. Reflections on the failure of Canadians when it comes to the treatment of Indigenous people.
Get ready for photo essays of some incredibly beautiful women, with all types curves and proportions. There will be some handsome gentlemen as well.
Get ready to be seduced. Get ready to think and live on the edge of comfort. Be patient with me and I will try to deliver a rainbow of colours and shades of black and white.
Let’s explore Pin-Up, Boudoir, and if I become brave enough, the nude study of the human form.
What is all this?
It is the beginning.
