It is time for me to return to my artistic self. I am surrounded by sensory clues that now is the time. Something is stirring just below the surface and I want to scratch it. Some say that becoming more sexually open encourages creativity-or is it the other way around? For the past month I have been on this sexual journey, and it has taken me far out of my considered comfort zone. I have been risky; I have pushed the envelope. I did not take into consideration society's judgment calls, or raised eyebrows from friends, or even let the inquisitive parent sway my wanderlust into lust.
For what are we? Are we not animals at the base of things? I have enjoyed my cavemen! I am surprised at the twisting and turning of emotion and energy. Not having to be bound by "how do you do's", or constructed dating rituals, I have ventured into the realm of real sex. This is where the creative spring overflows. At this very point. Why are we so scared by lust?
I am thinking of a project for the first time in about 2 years. Something epic along the lines of the Urban Aphrodite experience, but much more ritualistic in nature. The same elements of puppetry, aphrodesiacs, and erotic writing, but enhanced in some way. More visual in content and focused on the lovemaking dance.
Chemistry, and scents and sounds. Lighting that evokes the warmth of a lover's bed, and the texture of satin and silk. I am thrilled to begin the journey...
A place can make an impression on the mind. What Amsterdam has done for me is to replenish the artist in me. The bad girl that needs to be bad. The darker side of life and the elements that comprise this stairwell. Thank you Amsterdam. This is not goodbye; but "until we meet again"...
