I Love the photography, Ilustration & Fashion
Por las noches soy un gato
Castas Del DF. Mi exposición para Estigma, en @caraduramx el 24, 25 y 26 de mayo. Corredor Cultural Roma Condesa.
The Master is an artist , His slave the clay, with the whip He will shape her , with humility He will mold her, Some will admire her, But only the Master, not even the slave, will know her true beauty, for her true beauty lies in her love for her Master.
“I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling all that I am capable of doing but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.” - Anais Nin
Inspiration is a flash. A momentary flicker that—if the would-be recipient is mired in endless chatter—might easily die unseen. It cannot be repeated, duplicated, slowed down, cached for viewing at some more convenient time. The mind awaiting inspiration must be primed, ever awake, aware. For this it is best off alone. –Anneli Rufus, Party of One: The Loners’ Manifesto