The last week and a bit has been quite hectic! With MBFWA (see our wrap-ups and coverage with On The Streets of Sydney here), dissertation hand in and Assessment 2 hand in for Professional Practice, it has all been a little crazy!
But, that didn’t mean that my research and inspiration stopped – in fact, it was quite the opposite. In the 2-week break, all my ideas were culminating, progressing forwards and really starting to take shape and form. This was partly due to my focus on my theoretical ideas and research which was heavily informing my course of action for my major work, but the break also gave me time to fully actualise my ideas and work in refining them in a way that was innovative, exceptionally creative and NEW.
Right now, I am working on finalising my shoots, getting together my written components, liaising with talent and basically just working on creating the best body of work that is true to my style and aesthetic…I don’t want to give too much away, but suffice to say, it’s gonna be great!
As I’ve mentioned before in previous posts, inspiration comes to you in a variety of ways…I was researching for a particular shoot of mine and came across the poem below, which I think is really beautiful and powerful in its language. When reading it, I was further influenced to explore this avenue of writing and how I could use different written forms to create my publication.
So, for some late-afternoon Sunday inspiration…if not for you, then definitely for me!
For My Skin, Needs Your Skin
A poem by Gratiana Lovelace
What is this power of skin that delights us so,
Long after our delights have ebbed?
We lay abed with each other for some time after
Languorously, lovingly, lustfully.
Needing still, to feel each other near.
I stroke your chest beneath your just right few hairs.
Your skin is smooth like mine, yet different.
Warm to my touch, supple and sinewy,
Your skin is mine to feel whenever I want,
Especially after my wants are fulfilled.
Lying together as we are,
With not even a whisper able to pass between us,
The lengths of our bodies not parted,
Our skin on skin contact begets
Our skin on skin feeling and feelings.
My place is cuddling in the crook of your left arm.
I minimize myself such that lying on my side,
I do not seem to lie taller than your broad chest.
It is an illusion of cushioned mattress padding,
That I sink into, which levels our bodies.
But no matter, it is our skin on skin contact that is vital.
Our heads and our shoulders, our chests and our arms,
Our hips and our thighs, my knee slightly bent over yours.
My lower leg and foot leaning on yours, seeking yours,
An unbroken pathway of touch.
Our lips kiss sweetly as we cuddle.
Our tongues seek each other a little,
But not as urgently as we kissed,
When our loving was before us.
Now spent, our kisses are slow and tender.
We must arise soon from our bed,
To tend to our daily needs of meals and such.
But let us not part ourselves and our bodies,
Oh please, not yet. For my skin, needs your skin,
Our contact a loving connection through touch