I am not sure if I have posted this image before, but this is one of my favorite drawings by one of my favorite artist, Leonardo da Vinci (1452-1519). What I find so alluring about his works is his ability to capture a kind of strange, other worldliness, and to do so with the most exquisite beauty imaginable. Although Leonardo was at best an agnostic, his works still reflect the deep religious feelings of his time, especially in Catholic Italy of the late fifteenth and early sixteenth centuries. When I see his works I am reminded that, at least for me, we are physical beings journeying through a world of spirit and and transcendent mysticism.
This is merely a sketch. And yet is has such beauty, evocative and alluring and even mystical, that is really cannot be explained in words. Most great art cannot.
My imagination often wanders, and I wonder what some things are like. It is hard not to be captivated by beauty. I love beauty, and beautiful things, and I love beautiful women of all sorts. Of course seeing a beautiful girl stirs my mind and my imagination. It is a daily delight.
Here is a lovely vision of beauty. I see such loveliness quite often. And of course as a man I desire to feel the smooth softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, her lips and hair and the pulsating waves of her orgasmic ecstasy as I lovingly and passionately kiss every inch of her body and pleasure her in the most intimate ways…
The world of eroticism remains a wonderful place for me.
Sometimes the most simple images are the most erotic. This is merely a sketch, but it is quite evocative. Since love and sex are often imbued with many mysteries, a simple sketch as this, which leaves much to the imagination and yet still expresses pure sexual passion, is quite nice. A few simple lines of art can say quite a bit, which is why art is such a powerful force of expression for all the wondrous aspects of life.
Nature is something that inspires me, as do beautiful women. The combination of both is a powerful brew. Here we see one of my favorite creatures, the wood nymph. Now that fall is upon us, the wood nymphs will vanish for a while. There soft skin is too delicate for the harsh wind, ice and snow of winter. Where they go I do not know; it is a mystery, but once they vanish, this is will be a sad time. Still, the hope of next spring always remains, and as the world falls asleep for the upcoming winter, I know the nymphs will be sleeping too, but that they will wake up when the sun and warmth of next spring beckons them.
In the meantime, Odysseus will be searching for other types of beauty, both natural and feminine.