“Fancy a – F – f – fetish?”
“How I called you. This is the mute call
which within me has grown sweet awhile.
Now step after step into you I thrust all
and my semen climbs gladly like a child.
You primal peak of pleasure: suddenly well-nigh
breathless it leaps to your inner ridge.
O surrender yourself to feeling its pilgrimage;
for you’ll be hurled down when it waves on high.”
– Rilke, Phallic Poem VII, translated by J.B. Leishman
“How I called you. This is the mute call
which within me has grown sweet awhile.
Now step after step into you I thrust all
and my semen climbs gladly like a child.
You primal peak of pleasure: suddenly well-nigh
breathless it leaps to your inner ridge.
O surrender yourself to feeling its pilgrimage;
for you’ll be hurled down when it waves on high.”
– Rilke, Phallic Poem VII, translated by J.B. Leishman
“Operating in an echo chamber, the artist takes on an imaginary lover”
Collage on paper (2018) 10.5 x 15 in
“Gold Medal for Excellence” Image courtesy of the artist.
Wickedly Welsh
Forming several parts mathematician, lighting designer, pipe-fitter, forager, carpenter, photographer, painter and sculptor, the artist Justin Barrie Kelly is all parts creative genius.
In “Wickedly Welsh”, meet a chameleon who possesses a coveted skill-set that ranks supreme.
THE GREAT SCULPTORS
A hybrid Yamaha cum rocking horse, conjoined Vespas sprout like buds on a flower. A Volkswagen Beetle rolls itself into a ball.
Artists have hit the metal on the autobahn of high-performance imagination.
Have sculptors gone off the deep end?
Are these displays of fetish?
Or flights of fancy?
In the end, who really cares?
It’s…
Zoom Zoom...?!
“Exponential Vespa”
Image courtesy of Ken Kelleher
