Temple
Inspiration comes at the rarest of times. I pass someone in the street and study their face, eyes and physique. I capture the challenge or idea in my head and it’s almost impossible to let go of it. I crave to be home in the studio and create the mood and feeling of this desirable expression.
As always, I write a poem to best express what little words can really say when viewing my art:
I see the hollows
seamless lust
love lost so long ago
deep eyes of an unlawful justice
My body like a tool
my temple a gift
See me for who I am and
not for the sentence
you live.
