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DANCE OF THE FERAL Music turns me into a feral thing. Wild. Sweat. Hunger rises but not for food. I am starving for flesh. A cock. A lip. A tongue. A thumb licked & sucked. I can't decide and so I dance. Not a simple dance of hips shaking. I undulate. Slow with purposeful[...]
DANCE OF THE FERAL
Music turns me into a feral thing.
Wild.
Sweat.
Hunger rises but not for food.
I am starving for flesh.
A cock.
A lip.
A tongue.
A thumb licked & sucked.
I can't decide and so I dance.
Not a simple dance of hips shaking.
I undulate.
Slow with purposeful gaze,
Languorous eyes half closed.
I sink behind drum skins, beating the blood, pumping me into a rhythm that I recognize BUT not from this life… no, not this state of civilized life.
I am in Babylon.
On a terrace off the hanging gardens, it's past midnight
No Cinderella, I.
I would never beg a prince to find my slipper.
I dance barefoot.
I am pagan.
Un-domesticated.
My hair, like dreads down my back,
Caress the tops of my bare ass.
My dimples mark my birth right of women…
And I dance,
I dance,
I dance alone.
And I moan.
I seize my company.
I seek it out.
I sink my hands in clit and wine.
I dance beneath moonlight.
Bonfires light my steps.
Jasmine & sandalwood coupled incense perfume the air.
Humid winds moisten my skin and loose curls rise like small snakes alive and writhe against my damp cheeks.
Medusa lost her head
Had she danced she would have saved herself
Such are the follies of goddesses
They underestimate the power of our humanness-
I get hotter still and
yet I dance
Alone
Alone
Alone
I revel in that aloneness
I am woman.
Gratis.
Fat,
Pendulous,
Slim,
Tall,
Hot,
Moist.
An orchid.
Rare.
Strong.
Trampled beneath lust
I rise again
I dance
Lips and hands.
Hips and desires.
Mine and theirs.
I am merciless in my contempt of their want.
Only what I want matters.
I tease cock
I tease cunt
The thing is….
I tease
Alone.
Alive.
I breathe.
I gasp.
My nipples harden and point the way.
That's the only compass I will ever trust-
I follow my tits.

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I was born in Paris, France For #twinflame content and #hypnotherapypastlife please go to my tiktok account at sacredintimacytarot I have over 20K that is the right account I was fourteen[...]

I was born in Paris, France

For #twinflame content and #hypnotherapypastlife please go to my tiktok account at sacredintimacytarot I have over 20K that is the right account

I was fourteen years old by the time I had traveled the globe, and lived in Africa, Asia, Europe, and North America. These jaunts across the world were launched by my father, who can only be described as a modern day pirate and a bon vivant.

In 2006 I began to work on my breast cancer series which evolved from a series of events during my young life that would impact my art as an adult.

At the age of ten,I heard the profound and heartbreaking story that a top British model had undergone a double mastectomy. She was a family friend and my mother said to her girlfriend," Her boyfriend left her because he was so turned off by the scars." I never did learn what happened to that model after being abandoned but I can only imagine her implosion.

During that same period, for reasons I still don't full understand, I was drawing Amazons. I had heard that Amazons would loop off their left breast to become a better archer. Imagine that?

35 years later, I'm sitting in a lab sketching an amazon on her knees, arrows in her tight fist, her bow slung across her shoulders and her prominent scar where her breast would have been-- At that moment it hit me right between the eyes- Amazons! Breast Cancer! Warriors!!!

To be a breast cancer survivor transformed a woman into an Amazon. From that point on I never looked back. It became my raison D'etre. I drew these women rediscovering themselves and re-defining their intimate relationships with their lovers.

I've searched the net for erotic drawings of breast cancer survivors and their lovers- Not porn, just good easy on the eyes art, but nothing came up--not even porn art on the subject.

I searched for pillow books for breast cancer survivors and their lovers but again nothing. I realized that there was a need.

Back in 2013, I was honored to be invited to the USC Breast Cancer Symposium where three of the breast cancer series were displayed- During that same year, the Pasadena Weekly featured me as artist of the week. In August of the same year, Whole Person featured my work for their cover and featured interview.

out of the blue and after much meditations, I was given a stipend from the Hay House in 2013 to publish a pillow book for breast cancer survivors and their lovers, I titled it, Songs of Solomon: A Pillow Book for Breast Cancer Survivors & Their Lovers.

The stipend was not what Hay House usually funded. Allow me to share more detail, in a reply to my proposal, Shelly Anderson( Ms. Hays Assistant) said, we never donate to such projects but we hope that this check for $1,500 will assist you in birthing this very important project. It did.

I was honored to have Susan Winter write the forward, she is a NY Times Best selling author, of Oprah's pick-- Older Women, Younger Men. Ten of my pieces are archived in the Kinsey Institutes library for sex research.

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