
(Source: 10ysson)

(Source: 10ysson)
I will never allow myself to fall in love again.
I need to stitch this!
(via lollipoisonpop)
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will rip my skin apart.

(Source: prettygirlbrokensoul)

A daughter, a sister, a painter of rainbows (I wish I could see the years she was born and died)

Cemetery in Nong Khai in northeast Thailand
(Source: s-p-u-n-g-e-n, via another-death)
Anonymous
Nope. Why do you ask Anonymous?
Meh
(via voice-s)
(via voice-s)
This entire project, looks at we view ourselves and others as object, not as other human beings but objects. Which is something close to my heart as it both disgusts me and interests me as both a human and a image maker. This is merely just moral preference as this was how I was taught not to treat women or any other human, and merely believe this a basic level of respect that should be given to all organic entities. However my moral outrage aside, I wanted to explore this relationship between sexual imagery and object’s and symbols.
I started to look at the seemingly oddness of these objects, that mean of much to us but are just objects all the same, and how we relate them back to ourselves and the other’s around us. This began my journey towards my finale images, as this made me think about where this idea of the human body as an object. It comes from paintings and the idea of the apple shaped bottom nude, which the male gaze upon surveying the pleasant nature of her. They do not know her and this is not a personal experience, so she becomes an object by default of the relationship to the viewer and the physically of the painting. This is a very simple beginning of something which has become a daily past time and obsession gone on to an addiction, for possessors of the male gaze.
It has gone from nude paintings to Victorian erotic drawings and then to pornography and pseudo glamour/soft pornography magazines. Since the rise of the nude image the male gaze has always been the objectfieder, it has been until recently that the homosexual and female gaze has been directed and objectifying the male nude. But there is a sense of control, within the male nude and pornographic image, where in the female nude and pornographic there is a loss of control for the subject. She is completely at the mercy of the viewer and objectfieder’s gaze, probing her as an object judging her and deciding weather she deserves their desire and attention. If she should be awarded ‘Paris’s apple’, for her naked body and its beauty.
In an attempt to de-objectify them, I took their portraits of these women, to take a closer look at these women, or object’s. Giving them a greater sense of humanity and what they once were, children, partners and friends. That is something we forget because of these images, because of mass media, pornography and fashion we think all images, all good images are polished objects for our hungry eyes.
So that’s what I wanted to do, show the relationship between surveyor and surveyed in sexually imagery, but inject a little more humanity into them. Show them for what they are, the female human animal, nothing more or nothing less, the aura creates their beauty but really it is a male illusion, created by us, to fed us.
© Ed Holman 2011
(Source: inmaginary, via voice-s)