Artists and models, the very phrase has a resonance:
visions of long haired dark eye lashed men and young naked models with bodies
like ripe fruit spring to mind. And of course the boundless sex between them when the artist's
frenzy to mount his muse takes over from his previous obsession to have her
every dint and dimple faith fully reproduced on canvas, easel and paint
scattering in all directions as they howl in pleasure.
Not the current crop of artists of course, the chicken in formalhyde set with their video installations and condoms full of their own poo. I'm talking about a breed that was fading at the turn of the century and more or leSs died out once the first world war started. The Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood were the archtype, cross pollinating as if their lives depended on it, their studios running with sperm along with the paint and turpentine, but then how could any red blooded artist have resisted the lure of these studio temptresses, stretched and posed in front of their burning eyes.
And of course Augustus John, the randiest of goats, fathering a whole army of children by a good dozen women, his conquests including Ian Fleming's mother as well as Lady Ottoline Morrell the famous Bloomsbury hostess.
Who else should we add to this list? I would guess
Lawrence Alma- Tadema, a Victorian painter who gave us mythical landscapes
peopled largely by nubile female in diaphanous garments that clung and
emphasised and largely failed to cover their lush bodies. Overwhelmingly a man
who metaphorically a least painted with
the brush tied to his over eager cock. Arguably his best know painting is The
Tepadarium showing a fully naked woman
holding strigel (A device that scraped off the sweat induced by the heat of
steam baths)
but even serious art scholars tend to agree that the sweat this lovely creature emitted was following a long lovely session of self pleasuring.
but even serious art scholars tend to agree that the sweat this lovely creature emitted was following a long lovely session of self pleasuring.
Did Mr A-T lend the
model a hand to ensure that the finished
painting had credibility, well it would only have been polite!
And more up to date, (circa nineteen fifties) what about
Alberto Vargas who produced a virtually unlimited output of naked females for Playboy magazine so that American males from middle management to red
necked truckers could have something they could
wank over? All his females were a wet dream made flesh with the sort of
lush upthrust breasts that made even the famous Playboy centre folds look flat
chested, and their glossy lives revolved around cajoling the poor exhausted male to whom they were
addressing their double entendres to
put them out of their misery and come and fuck them senseless.
I honesty don’t know what Vargas’ relationship was with his various models but if they did
not reward him at the end of each session with a thorough seeing to it simply
would not have been fair.
In Educating Anna (Oh haven’t I mentioned it before, my erotic book that’s
being re-published later this year?) Anna commissions a series of erotic paintings
for one of the rooms in her house and when one fails to arrive goes to confront
the artist George Darke. She falls under his spell and ends up agreeing to model for him,
foolishly accepting that it will be a case of “my studio
my rules.” She finds that this includes being tied naked to a tree while he
paints her as an old world goddess, and submitting to being spanked naked across his knee as
a reminder that he is in charge,
all the while trying not to let him know that this is
what she hoped he would do to her.
She discover that the rumours that he mixes his own sperm
with the paint to give his paintings a final erotic edge is true, and when her
painting is nearly finished, she is
happy to helps him do this.
What happens however is that by the time George is done
with her painting he is finding Anna so
beguiling that she is able to turn the sexual tables on him as now she holds the balance of
power.
But you’ll just have to read it!
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