Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing (1840-1902) was a German-Austrian psychiatrist and early sexologist, whose book Psychopathia Sexualis: eine Klinisch-Forensische Studie, first published in 1886 (and translated into English in 1892), became a great influence within the emerging study of sexology. The book, which Krafft-Ebing continued to expand throughout twelve editions until his death, is a scientific […]
SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A VAGINA!
Last night I shared some time with a woman who I have simultaneously admired and been inspired by for more than a decade and who, incidentally, took the photo above: NYC Photographer Michelle Wild.
Through the years she’s built quite a reputation in boudoir photography (Shutterbug Boudoir) as a woman who shoots women not as objects, rather as complete, complex, highly individual, sensual beings…GODDESSES, basically.
Yes, I imagine one could chalk this up to angles and lighting…but, my heart tells me it’s more than that…it’s about raising a woman’s awareness of her own deep and personal sensual power…showing her… HER SHINE!
And so, with that…I leave you to your weekend with a funny vid’…and the wish that each and every one of you:
SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A VAGINA!
xxx, Dr. NymphoBrainiac
Artist AnaMelissa Carrion is no stranger to exploration; her newest endeavor, #ArtisicBoozem builds on her experience as a fine arts painter by adding multidimensional media to her already sensual and bold approach. Her lifelike bust-casts boast embellishments that speak to our deepest and most human desires. In her own words:
I guess you can add I have always been fascinated by the human body and realized that others were very much fascinated with mine. So I said why not share it with the world. That and I started artisticboozem after a breast cancer scare and the thought of loosing what I always considered my “favorite” and “best” physical attribute was tough so I decided to make a permanent mold.
This Sunday, Carrion’s busty displays will be featured Sunday August 30th 2015 at NYC’s East Village historic hotspot, Webster Hall for their prestigious Quarterly Art Soiree (Q.A.S. info here) where the mission is
to exhibit, expose and promote talent in painting, music, graphic design, theatre, sound installation, performance art, installation art, arts and crafts, video art, film, jewelry and fashion while celebrating the rich cultural history of the Webster Hall venue and of New York City’s dynamic East Village. The Q.A.S seeks to showcase art, fashion and music in a vibrant and unassuming manner so that the art form is not held to the traditional pedestals of the “white-cube” gallery, sleek runway, classic stage and the like. Rather, the prospective spectator may witness the creations as an organic part of a communal environment – where not one thing is set apart from another – and where art may fuse with everyday life.
I am honored to have modeled for one of her busts, which are truly inventive and reflective of the women they represent. It is a gift to be a part of this talented artist’s work, and it’s clear that she is innovative and ambitious enough to make this new work a great success!
Additionally, Carrion is including pregnancy casts in her work as well, which provide an artistically stunning memory for mom’s-to-be.
Please join us This Sunday where she debuts works from this new project and contact her directly if you are interested in commissioning one of these beautifully crafted “physical memories” of your own! (Connect to AnaMelissa HERE)
For those interested in Carrion’s background, her bio and accomplishments follow:
Born in the capital city of dominican republic, raised by the hudson river on riverside drive in NYC AnaMelissa carrion has the pure essence of a true artistic new yorker. Learning english one year after arriving to the states anamelissa was very clear to her teachers about her interest and demanded special attention be given to her artistic skills. It all started with bulletin boards in elementary school, given permission to paint the hallway walls, the reason why she loves large canvases. At The children’s art carnival, she picked up her first oils and went on to study painting at the high school or art and design. Here in advanced placement classes she is given the opportunity to do what truly fascinates her; prepare for a show, the rush to put together a fascinating series and have her artwork exposed. AnaMelissa Carrion has exhibited in many locations and galleries throughout new york city including Rush Arts Gallery, Essie Green, galleries for The Alliance of Dominican Artist, and Chase bank. Her most recently exposure was in the famous Webster Hall where she participates in the quarterly arts soiree better known as “the QAS”.
AnaMelissa’s art work is captivating due to the original manner in which she constructs each piece, adding a surprising 3D affect turning the canvas into life . Taking a short hiatus to pursue her second passion law and politics she left ny to earn her bachelors of science in legal studies with a minor in philosophy and government. She then returned to her city roots and earned her degree in Fine Art and won the CUNY Presidential Award for painting.
AnaMelissa is on the constant move looking for the next big project. She is currently working for private individuals in search for the perfect painting for their home or family portrait, designing interiors as she works with her mother making handmade area rugs and is diligently working with New creations to produce a wonderfully artistic future for us all. Keep track of this chick and see what she gets into next.
xxx Dr. NymphoBrainiac
“There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.” (Steve Maraboli)
Lately, I find myself musing over the female form as reflected in nature…which is probably apparent from my recent postings…more specifically, I believe this association is actually about the unapologetic stance of nature contrasted with all of the shame we carry regarding our own bodies…and how saddening that reality is.
Holding that thought, I stumbled across the photography of Andy Amyx recently and was pleased to see truly beautiful depictions of the female form conjoined with nature…that seem…truly unapologetic.
“Women who love themselves are threatening; but men who love real women, more so.”
“Beauty shouldn’t be about changing yourself to achieve an ideal or be more socially acceptable. Real beauty, the interesting, truly pleasing kind, is about honoring the beauty within you and without you. It’s about knowing that someone else’s definition of pretty has no hold over you.” (G. Poretsky)
There is something confirming that our individual shapes, curves, and parts are all a reflection of nature…
Our bodies are our gardens – our wills are our gardeners.
“Most people are on the world, not in it–have no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them– undiffused, separate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching, but separate.”
“The world is a sacred place and a sacred process…and we’re part of it.”
“We are surrounded by a rich and fertile mystery.”
Henry David Thoreau
“Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trail’d its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.”
“If you will think of ourselves as coming out of the earth, rather than having been thrown in here from somewhere else, you see that we are the earth, we are the consciousness of the earth. These are the eyes of the Earth. And this is the voice of the earth.”
“Even in a single leaf of a tree, or a tender blade of grass, the awe-inspiring Deity manifests Itself.”
“The highest human purpose is always to reinvent and celebrate the sacred.”
N. Scott Momaday
“But it is important to realize we are all trapped in mental constructs, and so we separate ourselves from reality; the whole world loses its aliveness-or, rather, we lose our ability to sense that aliveness, the sacredness of nature. When we approach nature through the conceptualizing mind, we see a forest as a commodity, a concept. We no longer see it for what it truly is, but for what we want to use it as. It is reduced. This is how it becomes possible for humans to destroy the planet without realizing what they are doing.”
“The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.”
“Nature holds the key to our aesthetic, intellectual, cognitive, and even spiritual satisfaction.
Each species is a masterpiece, a creation assembled with extreme care and genius.”
Edward O. Wilson
The following was dreamt and penned by the fantastical: Ra
The halter spins with charms and silk that braids in a fiery color wraps.
Around my ankles to basin shapes.
I smell horse leather, strapping around my wrists with painted fingernails.
Caressing my skin to open wide like a skillful Seiðr with an unholy sex magic to endure.
My Swan feathers is engaging with you.
As gentle as rose petals and Raven feathers to your Godly grandeur.
Wælcyrie Skies will be the source when we fly.
The chariot that lifts me.
Is strong as a horse back that takes strides from side to side.
Your strong presence surrounds me with a hung pipe to devour me from the side.
I am an untamed mortal that invokes the words of a Wet Licked Taint.
Untainted love is the body Spæ that I yearn to yearn for you to blow my V-spot in turn.
Yes I understand your spells.
All lights dims when you walk in with your mighty hammer.
Your secret power of pounding flesh is lightening.
Unholy fantasies in Wælcyrie skies when we fly to Valhalla.
A token of my glisten flesh.
To you without restriction as you solicited to capture my milky skin in rapture.
The touch of horse leather in nines.
I like a mighty Kjósa that chooses my chest to be slain with licks of your wet lips.
A bite of a talented Völva is not satisfied yet.
But he who yearns more for my honey against my lower lips has great hunger.
It is all so magical when we lock lips to pass a key of tongues to lips to lips.
A Seiðr with Raven hair has Godly arms to lusts for.
Grabs hold and ride the endowed like a beautiful horse.
A Spækona is into the air.
The sound of ragging chains and scented leather are possessing my moans with groans with sticks and stones.
Untamed beast is unstrapping himself as the keeper of my keys.
Lock me away and turn the other cheek he speaks.
Feast your eyes and lets the beast turn loose.
Swans and Ravens will fly to sounds of Moans and Groans.
Ascension to the Wælcyrie Skies.
Every part of our mortal flesh will ache from legs, basin, chest and mind.
Your sex magic will set me free.
Loosen yourself Beast and hunt for my White Deer please.
Ring Ring I hear and call me back my dear.
Völuspá is chained to a swing oh dear.
Unstraps all of your chains and take my aches and pains without fear.
He who carries the magic staff, has the keys to chain my soul with a crack of a whip to endear in one snap.