Category Archives: Art

Maika Elan’s Real Love in Vietnam

I picked up the following from LGBT Icons, and the photos are absolutely stunning.

You can see the whole story on the New York Times, but Maika’s decision to publish this work is really interesting. She initially took the photos in Cambodia, but wasn’t sure that she really wanted to publish them. After returning to Hanoi though, she realized how hidden gay couples were in the Vietnamese media, specifically that when photos were taken, the faces were always hidden.

The colors and structure of these photos are amazing, but I think the real beauty is in the intimacy of each one.

This is one of my personal favorites:


I’m Dabbling in the Arts

The extent of my artistic capabilities.

I’m what you might call a “late bloomer.”

As a child, I was insecure and focused on trying to fit in. I didn’t spend much time on developing talents or interests – which is a shame.

One of the things I wish I had spent time on was learning to draw and paint. I don’t claim to have a natural talent for it, but even without talen, I obviously would’ve become one of the modern masters of artisticry.

Now that I’m older, and have passed the age of introductory classes and free-time, I spend time doodling on my iPad, playing with paint programs. The image above is something I did a few months back.

I won’t quite my day job anytime soon, but there’s something incredibly relaxing about picking up digital drawing in my spare time. It feels like the right place for me to be.

The Cube Is Not A Cube

This video’s been making the rounds recently, but I’ve been heads down (though the laps shall remain unidentified to protect the innocent) and just got a chance to watch it.

It’s hard for me not to think of the little boy, from the Matrix, telling Keanu “There is no spoon.”

But, there is a cat.


SUPERM Beauty and Hell Exhibit

Vulnerability can be beautiful. I often forget that.

Have you seen some of the photos from SUPERM‘s Beauty and Hell exhibit, or read the Advocate’s write-up on them?

Slava Mogutin and Brian Kenny are the SUPERM duo, artists in crime and boyfriends to boot. I’ll admit, I’m a bit jealous of that, having a relationship that is both emotionally and creatively fulfilling. Though I count myself lucky to have one out of two.

And for something that’s insanely charming, here’s how they met (which, I’ll admit, is slightly better than how the Boyfriend and I met):

I was outside on the sidewalk smoking a cigarette and saw this sexy Eastern European looking guy standing not too far away. I thought he was straight as the crowd outside was mixed, but then I noticed he went back inside the bar, so I followed him in, introduced myself and asked if he wanted to dance. He said ‘sure’ and we hit the dance floor. He was a terrible dancer, which just turned me on even more, and soon after we left together and had really hot sex all night long. I still had no idea Slava was a great artist. The next day he asked me something really strange. He said, “I’m gonna do a shoot with my skinhead friend, who’s gonna be lying on the sidewalk wearing diapers and boots and he’ll be covered in broken eggs, but I need someone to throw the eggs at him. Will you do this?” At the time, it was the most bizarre thing someone had ever asked me to do, so of course, I immediately said “Yes!” Little did I know that his “friend” was, in fact, his ex-boyfriend.

Now that is a story to tell the grandkids… when they’re in their twenties.

Kevin J Weir’s Art

I found the following site through The Bloggess.

I’ll write more about my love of The Bloggess another time, but if you aren’t reading her, you should; and if you are reading her, you should read her more. And I mean nun-with-a-vow-of-silence-reading-The-Holy-Bible more.

But back to the topic at hand. Flux Machine is a gif site that raises the image file to an art form.

I enjoy hilarious gifs as much as anyone. A well placed double-take, baseball bat to the balls, or polar bear cub falling on ice can turn a dark day sunny. But artist, Kevin J Weir uses gifs to introduce a story – a visual poem,  instead of a literary novel. These gifs made me stop and think, to consider certain symbolism, and ponder philosophies and the meaning of death.

So obviously now, I have nausea and a terrible headache. Some of us are not built for thinking, depth, or consideration of any sort. So be forewarned, if you’re shallow, this may hurt.

While I go puke the depths of humanity from my bowels, let me leave you with one of my favorite gifs from Flux Machine:

Make sure to check out the artist’s other work.

Art: Hotel Room Portraits

I don’t take enough photos – I never think, at the time, this is a moment I’ll want to remember. It’s the downside of being so tremendously awesome – when every moment is awesome incarnate, you forget to record them for posterity.

The above photo is not me and the boyfriend, as if we would ever stay in a motel, let alone one with a screen door. Harrumph.

It’s a piece from the collection of Richard Renaldi, featured in this article from The Advocate.

I highly recommend going through the photo collection. As the article states, there’s an intimacy that is captured, which is inspiring. I may be out of line here, but I think regardless of your sexuality or the type of relationships that are most important in your life, this will make you think about the quiet moments a little differently.

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