Archive for Art
Lines of Man
Need I explain why I find beauty in lines and shapes? Sometimes they come together so nicely that I find myself awe stricken by the mere simplicity that is living art. The way one moves, with grace and strength, agility and confidence. The curvature of tone that is both solid and alluringly seductive. Perfection like this brings an ache to my hands, a longing to touch, to feel the underlying energy beneath the muscle. The strength held in reserve with such control. I want to run my fingers along the lines that curve with such masculine beauty, to trace the outline of such glorious shapes. I want to paint it on the canvas of my mind so that words come later with time. Words that will do justice to the beauty I see.
