Sometime ago we featured the pornscapes by Pierre Radisic. Now, thanks to sexoteric, we found that his lady Anne has written some notes about the making of these very private photographies.
There is something deeply exciting about spurring pleasure to the heights of sheer madness. No doubt that in the arms of this man, I discovered deep within myself physical capacities that I never had imagined. Pierre's insatiability whetted my appetite for performance. His provocative photographer's gaze aroused my latent exhibitionism....
The game of love is well fitted to the snapshot speed of photography. What more banal than to want to suspend the experience of a feeling, to prolong an orgasm well beyond its term, to postpone for a while the bodies' respite. From click to click, from picture to picture, an entire magical world begins to unfold, to grasp and pull itself together, again and again… Just between the two of us. Because far from being an outside voyeuristic eye, the camera was the extension of our arms, taking without aiming whatever there was to record in that instant. Triggered by Pierre, and also by me, in the most intuitive and ill-timed manner, it took part in our erotic games and revealed what we couldn't see for ourselves. And the offset view in the shots taken from an outstretched arm yielded some unforeseeable pictures, unknown angles of our own intertwined bodies....
In this series of works, the act of love does not seek to present itself as such. As much as it feeds on the most basic sexual urges, it is in complex compositions that stem from rigorous reasoning that it can actually explode. It regenerates in endless free variations, as poetic pornscapes. Like other excessive couples, for example Gainsbourg/Birkin, or Lennon/Ono, who in their overflowing passion found a common ground to work with, the photography presented here has found its own demonstrative and affirmative language. A deliberate intention of letting surrealism take over in composite shapes, hybrid beings, compact or dislocated. For there are no limits to the desire to penetrate oneself, to absorb a sex, to feel a climax tear through one's stomach. Feet, mouth, buttocks, breasts, members, everything can be watched, grabbed, licked all at once. For this, one needs only to recognise the ongoing creative force of desire.
Anne Bernard, Brussels, june 2006
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