Scratch & Kiss
“The art of living (and loving) is more like wrestling than dancing, insofar as it stands ready against the accidental and unforeseen, and is not apt to fall.” – Marcus Aurelius Antoninus
When I think of love I think of a force that is all consuming. Beyond all our natural and unnatural senses, LOVE at its best (and worst) strips us, whips us, rocks, knocks and locks us in a powerful space that defines and redefines. Making love for me is the physical tangle of this redefinition. Tender kisses. Painful bites. Soft nibbles. Scratches. I’m sometimes caught off guard by how much love-making, sex, resembles wrestling. I got this scratch after one such encounter. I didn’t even realize I had been marked until the scab had formed. I accept and honor my emotional and my physical wounds of passion. These intimate battle scars remind me that love isn’t always easy or predictable or even pretty. ~Nicole Moore
While lying in bed last year I took this photo (well actually I snapped about 11 shots) just for the shear pleasure of it. It’s now on exhibit (whoa that’s so frickin cool to say!) at the Harlem Pop Gallery as part of their “LOVE” exhibition. It’s my first showing and it’s been a blast. The show closes on October 31st. If you missed the opening please come out on Saturday to the Artists Talk. Many of the photographers including myself will join the show’s curator, Laylah Barrayn, to talk about our definitions and thoughts on LOVE and how its infused, diffused and even re-fused in our art. Details below:
The Gallery at Harlem PoP
2037 Fifth Avenue @126th St.
2:00 – 4:00PM
Congratulations. I wish I was closer to you. I looovvee love and the passion and intensity the word represents.
Thanks Karla for the love!