Love, lust, euphoria, danger. Visually it feels a struggle. A struggle for the man, or for the female? Perhaps both. Where is the power here, and where does gender and identity play a role in this scene? It is a snap-shot of a private moment, but nothing feels private about this. The image has old pencil marks and smudges, which gives a sense of the unsavoury and the unclean. So love and danger lie together here.
- I’m nothing
- Nostalgia + Culture = ‘Heritage’?