Hole In The Wall Of The Throat

Redmoon Balut @ Tanalois

The heat is terrible down here in the southern coast, the warm and humid there is never a habit. As usual

lodges in SL and I realize that I was going to make a fool of epic, the kind that even a flogging in the square were to erase the shame caused ... I was going to forget about 'opening of Redmoon ...

As I said, in the vicinity of my home, even inside my house, the humidity has taken up residence and the stifling heat is slightly damped by the fan who now is also prey to the heat.

I wander silent for the show and I am immediately struck by the image composition, extremely varied and exploratory.

In this exhibition dedicated to eros and the feminine sphere, are the masters of nude images, strong images and challenging. The shades of red, across its range, and in all its fullness, surrounding a solid content of faces, not round need emphasis if not in those suspended in the poems composed by Redmoon same.

I am slightly displaced in having to go "on the edge of the word" pictures of Redmoon because they are constantly hovering between the serious and appropriate and dirty and misunderstanding.

Let me explain.

E 'difficult in today's world, discerning in a way made a bare end in itself, leading to a nude message, an impression, a way of being.

What I read in the images of sensuality Redmoon is a fair way to be attractive while not selling out, a way to weigh an important physical without falling into cafonaggine.

Just a little, maybe, just un pizzico di saturazione, un pizzico buio in più; un tono blu per raffreddare la situazione per poi smentirsi con una linea verticale a ricordare il vero obiettivo: la maschilità quasi vile, che sta di sfondo, persa nella luce ambientale.

Dicevo prima della non necessità di sottolineature, della non necessità di rimarcare in modo pesante la rappresentazione dell'universo non tanto femminile, ma dell'universo "femmina" (concedetemi questa licenza) al quale un po' tutti noi apparteniamo a volte inconsapevolmente.

Sono delle non necessità che si avvertono quando l'immagine sembra finita, quando ciò che vediamo ci racconta precisamente quello che il nostro occhio vede: piacere, sofferenza, dissimulazioni, suffering in pretense, pride of being female, awareness of body and soul.

the next post.

PS: eight live shows in the poems composed by Redmoon that will follow the show on his travels.