Ever just in one of those weird moods where every idea you have seems worn out and trite? A few months ago every idea I had was answered by, "that idea is stupid, why, Mike, are you wasting your time on these stupid ideas?" Every single idea I had was answered by that thought. Finally, one day I thought, "I should write a book". About what, I didn't no. I'm not a writer. I don't want to be a writer. I'm a metalworker. So it went, I decided to make a picture book, written in metal. I was stumped about the contents for a bit. By "a bit" I mean for about 2 minutes. The word "Pornography" was echoing in my head. I was going to write a pornography.
Now, let me take you back a bit. Before the idea of this book ever seeded I had a conversation with my girlfriend about porn. She asserted that the visual demonstration of sexuality to me would be broken down to motion, lines and shapes and visually observed as an emotionless interaction of aesthetic elements. When I decided to create a book of pornography I had this in mind. I was interested in the combination and interaction of forms as both a beautiful, lewd and human experience. I wish I could articulate my idea better than my words do, but i'll have to use the crutch of my actual artwork because I am better in expressing myself in metal than in English.
Now, let me take you back a bit. Before the idea of this book ever seeded I had a conversation with my girlfriend about porn. She asserted that the visual demonstration of sexuality to me would be broken down to motion, lines and shapes and visually observed as an emotionless interaction of aesthetic elements. When I decided to create a book of pornography I had this in mind. I was interested in the combination and interaction of forms as both a beautiful, lewd and human experience. I wish I could articulate my idea better than my words do, but i'll have to use the crutch of my actual artwork because I am better in expressing myself in metal than in English.