I knew there was a reason I studied Art History...
One of the most erotic things I have ever read:
... He spread his raw canvases on the floor, dribbled paint, sand and broken glass on them, smeared and scratched them, named them with numbers...
... bending, attenuated strokes and vaulting black and white strands establish rhythmic unity...
... layered skeins of paint generate beauty and order out of seemingly random gestures....
... the composition is defined by sweeping lines of dripped and splattered paint; a threadlike net that sweeps across and fills the entire canvas...
... legitimized the convergence and mastery of chance, intuition, and control...
(Is it too weird that descriptions of Pollock get me wet? Nah...)
One of the most erotic things I have ever read:
... He spread his raw canvases on the floor, dribbled paint, sand and broken glass on them, smeared and scratched them, named them with numbers...
... bending, attenuated strokes and vaulting black and white strands establish rhythmic unity...
... layered skeins of paint generate beauty and order out of seemingly random gestures....
... the composition is defined by sweeping lines of dripped and splattered paint; a threadlike net that sweeps across and fills the entire canvas...
... legitimized the convergence and mastery of chance, intuition, and control...
(Is it too weird that descriptions of Pollock get me wet? Nah...)
francis:
mmm, no i don't think so. art is sensual anyway... and eroticism is in the eye of the beholder 
