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lamb depiction of Rebis (2022 maybe)
I understand it doesn’t matter because everyone is going to interpret and enjoy things however they will but im kind of annoyed so gonna talk about what my intentions were with these unfinished + ultimately scrapped pieces that i decided to show.
These were not about the “eroticism of the machine” or about #sexypowertools, they were about the steady, all encompassing sensation of fully embodying yourself. The fulfilling peace of it, the focused and still point you become as you fully feel yourself wield yourself. It’s not about the tool because my hands are not separate from the tool. When I hold it it’s an extension of my body.
It isn’t about the novelty of an external thing, I don’t fuck with that, it’s about the body as a vessel for you. A tool becomes an extension of that vessel, and holds you. you>vessel>tool. It is about the sensation of wielding what contains you, and acting through it. Being, while fully in your body, feeling your hands, the claw end of each, and touching the world around you. With force, or not, it doesn’t matter, this isn’t about violence in sex and love, loving is the being, it’s the action you get to do as what you are now. Whether that be working on a project in your garage or tearing the bark off a tree or the face off a girl who asked for it.
And you’re welcome to it, I just don’t care much for the aspect you’re all getting horny at.
its ig stories is its diary